MIDDLE CHILD lyrics - Jermaine Cole / Tyler Matthew Carl Williams / Allan Felder / Norman Harris Lyrics

J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD lyrics - Jermaine Cole / Tyler Matthew Carl Williams / Allan Felder / Norman Harris Lyrics


It is no secret that many people who use or listen to music from the 90's, with references to lyrics, think of Nirvana as a band. Now I am not saying that they are anything like Nirvana, but rather I am saying that since they made such an impact on the music industry, other artists must be referencing the song writing ability of this group. For instance, I remember seeing a picture of Kurt Cobain (from the grunge era) on the cover of a 1989 book about art. In the book, there was a quote from a record executive stating, "He and his group clearly touched a nerve." At this point, this statement really gets to me, because I love music, and the Nirvana songwriting is beyond belief.
In regard to those quotes, I have found it to be helpful to look at it in a different light, as I believe that Nirvana really did "touch a nerve" with their lyrics. What I mean by this is that they were able to create a song, such as "Smells Like Teen Spirit," that changed the face of American pop music for the better. The song was written by Kurt Cobain (the singer), Krist Novoselic (bassist), Dave Grohl (guitarist), Pat Smear (drums), and Mike McCready (vocals). Although the record was not a commercial success, it did, in fact, change the way most Americans think of what they like to listen to.
I believe that "Smells Like Teen Spirit" has helped many teens or young adults view rock music, which at first, seemed like they did not have the power and capability to. So in a way, this song changed lives. I believe that Nirvana touched a nerve because it influenced so many Americans, and it touched the hearts of many individuals in society. Whether you believe that this song "Gone" is a "hit" or not, it has probably affected you in one way or another, as it did me.
J. Cole - MIDDLE CHILD lyrics - Jermaine Cole / Tyler Matthew Carl Williams / Allan Felder / Norman Harris Lyrics
Singer Jermaine Cole / Tyler Matthew Carl Williams / Allan Felder / Norman Harris
You good, T-Minus?
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting my bullets
I'm loading my clips
I'm writing down names
I'm making a list
I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
The real ones been dying
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 popping 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 next mission
That's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron
Get my niggas 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 praying I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothing
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 shit ain't selling the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows
It's destined to change
I love you lil' niggas
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 OG's
I'm thanking you now
Was watching you when you was paving the ground
I copied your cadence
I mirrored your style
I studied the greats
I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me
You ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo
Still made all that noise
This shit gon' be different
I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting my bullets
I'm loading my clips
I'm writing down names
I'm making a list
I'm checking it twice and I'm getting 'em hit
The real ones been dying
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 just poured something in my cup
I've been wanting something 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 something they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad
Don't give a fuck
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 nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects
No faking, just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas 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, nigga
I just poured something in my cup
I've been wanting something 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 something they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad
Don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real


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