MIDDLE CHILD (J. Cole Cover) Faouzia

[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 they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'mma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, I don’t care at all
Pistol in your hand don’t make you real

[Verse 1]
I'm thanking you now
Was watching you when you was paving the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I’m the greatest right now
Don't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This year gon’ be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice

[Refrain]
'Cause they've been countin' me out, I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list, I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit, the game is off balance, I'm back on my-
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty, that's how I like it