Текст песни J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD

Текст:

You good, T-Minus? Niggas 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 shit 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 niggas is broke? What good is first class if my niggas can't sit? That's my…

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