Middle Child + A lot + ATM + Love Yourz + No Role Modelz (Perform at NBA All-Star)

歌手：J. Cole

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Middle Child + A lot + ATM + Love Yourz + No Role Modelz (Perform at NBA All-Star) 专辑《》J. Cole

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Middle Child + A lot + ATM + Love Yourz + No Role Modelz (Perform at NBA All-Star) - J. Cole

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 d**k

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

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

The Bentley is dirty my sneakers is dirty

But that's how I like it you all on my

All on my 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

How much money you got

Question

How many faking they streams

Getting they plays from machines

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors

People ain't really big as they seem

I never say anything everybody got they thing

Some people make millions other people make memes

I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke I want cream

I don't want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I'm aware

I been playing it back from a lack of promotions

I never was one for the bragging and boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself

But the people want everything else

Okay no problem I'll show up on everyone album

You know what the outcome will be

I'm batting a thousand

It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me

F**k it 'cause my people 21 Savage just hit me

And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got

He call it"a lot" I open my book and I jot

Pray for Tekashi they want him to rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot

'Flectin' on how he made it to the top

Wondering if it was worth it or not

I pray for Markelle 'cause they f**ked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got it my n***a

Though I never met you I know that you special

And that the Lord blessed you don't doubt it my n***a

Dennis Smith Jr. stay solid my n***a

I'm on a tangent not how I planned it

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship

I wasn't gone pan out I got a plan

They say that success is the greatest revenge tell all your friends

Cole on a mission cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it

Before it all ends n***a

Will I fall will I fly

Heal my soul

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart

And hope to die

With my slice

Of Devil's pie

Count it up count it up count it up count it

Count it count it count it count it

Count it up count it up count it up count it

I know that it's difficult

I'm stackin' this paper it's sort of habitual

I blow the residual

And f**kin' yo b***h like its part of my ritual

Pardon the visual

But money it give me a hard-on it's typical

I want it in physical

A million dollars I count up in intervals

Without it I'm miserable

Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag

Thankin' God like it's biblical

I know it's gon' solve every problem I have

I balled on the principal

Remember the teachers was all on my a*s

Now look all of them pitiful

And all of a sudden I'm so good at math

Count it up count it up count it up count it

Can't take it when you die but you can't live without it

Count it up count it up count it up count it

Can't take it when you die

Uno dos tres

Big bills big bills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My n***as runnin' tip drills can't sit still

Don't give a f**k if it kills it mix well

I'm only countin'

Big bills big bills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My n***as runnin' tip drills can't sit still

Don't give a f**k if it kills it mix well

I'm only countin'

Will I fall will I fly

Heal my soul

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart

And hope to die

With my slice of Devil's pie

Love yours

No such thing

No such thing as a life that's better than yours

No such thing no such thing

Heart beatin' fast let a n***a know that he alive

Fake n***as mad snakes

Snakes in the grass let a n***a know that he arrived

Don't be sleepin' on your level

'Cause it's beauty in the struggle n***a

Goes for all y'all

It's beauty in the struggle n***a

Let me explain yeah

It's beauty in the struggle ugliness in the success

Hear my words or listen to my signal of distress

I grew up in the city and know sometimes we had less

Compared to some of my n***as

Down the block man we were blessed

And life can't be no fairytale no once upon a time

But I be godd**ned if a n***a don't be tryin'

So tell me Momma please why you be drinkin' all the time

Does all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind

'Cause pain still lingers on mine

On the road to riches listen this is what you'll find

The good news is n***a you came a long way

The bad news is n***a you went the wrong way

Think being broke was better

Heart beatin' fast let a n***a know that he alive

Fake n***as mad snakes

Snakes in the grass let a n***a know that he arrived

First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil

For real you the only father that I ever knew

I get my b***h pregnant I'ma be a better you

Prophecies that I made way back in the Ville fulfilled

Listen even back when we was broke my team ill

Martin Luther King woulda been on Dreamville

Talk to a n***a

One time for my L.A. sisters

One time for my L.A. h*es

Lame n***as can't tell the difference

One time for a n***a who know

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

No role models and I'm here right now

No role models to speak of

Searchin' through my memory my memory I couldn't find one

Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed

By the baddest b***h not Trina but I swear to God

This b***h'll make you call your girl up

And tell her"Hey what's good"

"Sorry I'm never comin' home I'ma stay for good"

Then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood

I came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods

Ain't got no shame 'bout it

She think I'm spoiled and I'm rich 'cause I can have any b***h

I got defensive and said"Nah I was the same without it"

But then I thought back back to a better me

Before I was a B-list celebrity

Before I started callin' b***hes"b***hes" so heavily

Back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody

You wasn't sweatin' me

One time for my L.A. sisters

One time for my L.A. h*es

Lame n***as can't tell the difference

One time for a n***a who know

Don't save her she don't wanna be saved

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