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Middle Child由 J. Cole 演唱，收录于《Revenge Of The Dreamers III》专辑中。歌名自喻Cole是夹在新时代和旧时代中间的人。此歌承接上专发表对成瘾性物品的看法并再次提到“Lil辈”艺人，同时Shout out刚合作完的21、老板Jay-Z还有即将上法庭的柯达鸭。在谈到Drake的片段时似乎影射了侃爷，但也有说Cole是在表述现今rapper之间的beef事件其实都是在炒热度。
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Middle Child歌词：
You good T-Minus
N***as 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 s**t
The Bentley is dirty my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it you all on my dick
I'm all in my bag this hard as it get
I do not snort powder I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt but I'm liable to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my n***as is broke
What good is first class if my n***as can't sit
That's my next mission that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron get my n***as more chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a n***a for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper it's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my s**t ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some n***a slid in my lane
Everything grows it's destined to change
I love you lil' n***as I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence I mirrored your style
I studied the greats I'm the greatest right now
F**k if you feel me you ain't got a choice
Now 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
N***as 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 s**t
The Bentley is dirty my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it you all on my dick
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'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad don't give a f**k
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
I'm dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young n***a Kodak
Reminded me of young n***as from 'Ville
Straight out the projects no fakin' just honest
I wish that he had more guidance for real
Too many n***as in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of trauma
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
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail nigga
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'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad don't give a f**k
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
