Lirik Lagu Middle Child oleh J. Cole, Peringkat Kelima di Tangga Lagu Billboard

The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my d**k
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**** Kodak
Reminded me of young n****s from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many n****s 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, n****
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

(TribunWow.com/Tiffany Marantika)