Chords for J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD (Official Audio)

[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [B] Was that too much?
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_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Gm] No, but not all of them rich.
What good [Ab] is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first pleasure?
My [Eb] niggas can't sit.
That's [Cm] my next mission-
That's why I can't quit- just [G] like LeBron get my [Ab] niggas more chips.
Just put the Rolly right back on my wrist.
This watch came from Drizzy-
He gave me a gift- back [Cm] when the Rap Game was playin', I guess.
To act [Gm] like two legends cannot coexist- but I [Ab] never be for the nigga for nothin'.
If I smoke a [Fm] rapper, it's gon' be legit.
It won't [Cm] be for clout, it won't be for fame.
It won't be cause my shit ain't sellin' the same.
It won't be to sell you my latest Lost Niggas.
It won't because some niggas slid in my lane Everything grows, there's deaths in the chains
I love you lil niggas, I'm glad [Gm] that you came I hope that you scrape every [Db] dollar you [Ab] pain
I hope you know money won't [Eb] erase the pain To the OG's, I'm thinking of you now
Was watching you when you was saving the ground I [Abm] copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the grace, I'm the [Eb] greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
This shit [Ab] gon' be different, I set my intentions I promise to [Fm] slap all that hate out your voice
[Cm] Niggas been counting me out, I'm counting my bullets
I'm loading my [Em] clips, I'm [Ab] writing them names I'm making a list, I'm checking it twice
And I'm getting them hits, the real [Cm] ones been dying The fake ones is lit, the [B] gamers are falling
So I'm back on my shit, the [Ab] Bentley is dirty My sneakers is dirty, but [Cm] that's how I like it
You all on my dick, _ _ _ _ [G] I just poured something in my cup
[Ab] _ _ I've been [Bb] wanting something [Cm] I can feel _ _ [Gm] Promise I am never [Ab] letting up
_ _ Money ain't your problem, [Cm] make you rich _ _ Put it as on they neck, I got them [Ab] stuck
_ _ [Bb] I'm giving something [Cm] they can feel
If [G] it ain't bout to swat, don't [Ab] give a fuck
_ _ [Gm] Pistol in your hand, don't make you move
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 I'm bout to [F] go on me, jig up for [Eb] lunch
Had a long talk with the young nigga Kodak Reminded me of young niggas from Phil
[Ab] Straight out the [Fm] project, no faking, just honest I wish that he had more [Gm] guidance for real
Too many niggas in cycle of jail Spending they [Cm] birthdays inside of a cell
We [Ab] coming from a long bloodline of trauma We raised by our [Eb] mommas, Lord, we got it here
We hurting our sisters, the babies is real We killing our [Ab] brothers, they poison no gale
Distorted self-image, we settle the fare I'ma make sure that the [Cm] real gon' prevail
I _ _ _ [G] just poured something [Ab] in my cup _ _ [Bb] I've been wanting something [Cm] I can feel
_ Promise I am never [Fm] letting up _ [Ab] _ [Bb] Money ain't your problem, [Cm] make you rich
_ _ [Gm] Put it on they neck, I got them [D] stuck _ [Ab] _ [Gm] I'ma give them something [Cm] they can feel
_ [G] Bet they bout to swat and [Ab] give a fuck [Fm] _ [Ab] _ Pistol [Bb] in your hand, don't [C] make you real
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