Middle Child

Cm    Ab    Cm


[Refrain]
Cm
N****s been countin' me out

I’m countin' my bullets, I'm loadin’
 my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
  Ab
 list
                  G          
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 
             Cm
gettin’ ’em hit

The real ones been dyin', the fake 
ones is lit

The game is off balance, I’m back on
 my shit
                              Ab
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
 dirty

But that's how I like it, you all on
 my dick


[Verse 1]
               Cm
I'm all in my bag, this hard as it 
get

I do not snort powder, I might take 
a sip
       G                      
I might hit the blunt, but I'm 
        Ab
liable to trip
                    Bb
I ain’t poppin' no pill, but you do 
as you wish
                    Cm
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em 
to death

I got a few mil' but not all of them
 rich
                   Ab
What good is the bread if my n****s 
is broke?

What good is first class if my 
n****s can't sit?

 Bb              Cm
That's my next mission, that's why I
 can't quit

Just like LeBron, get my n****s more
 chips
              Ab
Just put the Rollie right back on my
 wrist
                      Bb
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave
 me a gift
               Cm
Back when the rap game was prayin' 
I'd diss

They act like two legends cannot 
coexist
              Ab
But I'd never beef with a n**** for 
nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be 
  G
legit
                 Cm
It won't be for clout, it won't be 
for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't 
              Ab
sellin' the same
                Ab
It won't be to sell you my latest 
lil' sneakers
                     Bb
It won't be 'cause some n**** slid 
in my lane
             Cm
Everything grows, it's destined to 
change

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I love you lil' n****s, I'm glad 
that you came
                  Ab
I hope that you scrape every dollar 
you can
                 Bb
I hope you know money won't erase 
the pain

       Cm
To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now

Was watchin' you when you was pavin'
 the ground
                            Ab
I copied your cadence, I mirrored 
your style

I studied the greats, I'm the 
greatest right now
            Cm
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
 choice

Now I ain't do no promo, still made 
all that noise
                               Ab
This year gon' be different, I set 
my intentions
             Ab                    
I promise to slap all that hate out
      Bb
 your voice


[Refrain]
Cm
N****s been countin' me out

I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin'
 my clips
                             Ab
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
 list

I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 
gettin' 'em hit
                   Cm
The real ones been dyin', the fake 
ones is lit

The game is off balance, I'm back on
 my shit
     C          Ab
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
 dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on
     Cm
 my dick

Cm    Cm


[Chorus]
                        Gm    Ab
I just poured somethin' in my cup
           Bb                    
I've been wantin' somethin' I can 
  Cm
feel
   Cm            Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up
      Bb                          
Money in your palm don't make you 
Cm
real
                             G 
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em 
   Ab
stuck
      Bb                        
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can 
  Cm
feel
                       Gm          
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't 
        Ab
give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you 
Gm
real


[Verse 2]
  Cm
I'm dead in the middle of two 
generations

I'm little bro and big bro all at 
once
              Ab
Just left the lab with young 21 
Savage
             Bb
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for 
lunch
            Gm
Had a long talk with the young n****
 Kodak
            Cm
Reminded me of young n****s from 
'Ville
                   Ab
Straight out the projects, no 
fakin', just honest
             Bb
I wish that he had more guidance, 
for real
          Cm
Too many n****s in cycle of jail

Spending they birthdays inside of a 
cell
             Ab
We coming from a long bloodline of 
trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord, we 
      Bb
gotta heal
                Cm
We hurting our sisters, the babies 
as well

We killing our brothers, they 
poisoned the well
                Ab
Distorted self-image, we set up to 
fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' 
          G
prevail, n****

Cm


[Chorus]
                               Ab
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can 
Cm
feel
                           Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up

Money in your palm don't make you 
real
  Gm                       Ab
Promise I am never lettin' up
      Bb                          
Money in your palm don't make you 
Cm
real
                             G 
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em 
   Ab
stuck
      Gm                        
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can 
  Cm
feel
                       Gm          
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't 
        Ab
give a fuck
                Bb                 
Pistol in your hand don't make you 
  Gm
real


[Otro]
Money in your palm don't make you 
 Ab
real
        Bb                         
Pistol in your hand don't make you 
 Cm
real