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Middle Child - J. Cole (Faouzia Version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=embbU8ViYaM
Hope you all enjoy!
This is 6 semitones lower than the cover version :)
Capo 6 to match it.
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[Chorus]
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 1]
I'm thankin' you now
N.C.
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
N.C.
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Don't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
N.C
ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
N.C.
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Pre-Chorus]
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
N.C.
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
Cycle of jail
N.C.
Spending their birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a very long bloodline of trauma
N.C.
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self image, we set up to fail
N.C.
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
[Pre-Chorus]
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
That's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
N.C.
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
N.C.
But I am not lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real