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Middle Child - J. Cole (Faouzia Version) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=embbU8ViYaM Hope you all enjoy! This is 6 semitones lower than the cover version :) Capo 6 to match it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Chorus]
Em I just poured somethin' in my cup D I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel C Promise I am never lettin' up C Money in your Dpalm don't make you rEmeal Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck D I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel C If it ain't 'bout the sDquad, don't Ccare at all Pistol in your Dhand don't make you Emreal
[Verse 1]
Em I'm thankin' you now

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Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground I copied your cDadence, I mirrored your style

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I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now Don't care if you fCeel me, you ain't got a choice

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ain't do no promo, still made all that noise This year gon' be Cdifferent, I set my intentions

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I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Pre-Chorus]
Cuz’ Emthey been countin' me out

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I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down Dnames, I'm makin' a list

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I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dCyin', the fake ones are lit

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The game is off balance, I'm back on my

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Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty That's how I like it, yeaaEmah
[Chorus]
Em I just poured somethin' in my cup D I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel C Promise I am never lettin' up C Money in your Dpalm don't make you rEmeal Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck D I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel C If it ain't 'bout the sDquad, don't Ccare at all Pistol in your Dhand don't make you Emreal Pistol in your hand don't make you Dreal Pistol in your hand don't make you Creal

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Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
EmCycle of jail

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Spending their birthdays inside of a cell We coming from a veDry long bloodline of trauma

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We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal We hurting our sCisters, the babies as well We killing our bEmrothers, they poisoned the well Distorted self iCmage, we set up to fail

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I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
[Pre-Chorus]
Cuz’ Emthey been countin' me out

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I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down Dnames, I'm makin' a list

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I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dCyin', the fake ones are lit

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The game is off balance, I'm back on my

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Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty That's how I like it, yeaaEmah
[Chorus]

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I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I caCn feel

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But I am not lettin' up Money in your Dpalm don't make you reEmal