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letra de middle child [mashup] - hnm magazine

[intro: j. cole]
you good, t-minus?

[refrain: j. cole]
n-gg-s 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 sh-t
the bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
but that’s how i like it, you all on my d-ck

[verse 1: j. cole]
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-gg-s is broke?
what good is first cl-ss if my n-gg-s can’t sit?
that’s my next mission, that’s why i can’t quit
just like lebron, get my n-gg-s 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-gg- 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 sh-t ain’t sellin’ the same
it won’t be to sell you my latest lil’ sneakers
it won’t be ’cause some n-gg- slid in my lane
everything grows, it’s destined to change
i love you lil’ n-gg-s, i’m glad that you came
i hope that you scr-pe 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-ck if you feel me, you ain’t got a choice
now i ain’t do no promo, still made all that noise
this year gon’ be different, i set my intentions
i promise to slap all that hate out your voice

[verse 2: drake]
at 17, i wanted everything that was in store
at 23, i bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah
f-ck a delay (yeah)
they gotta pay (yeah)
like it’s back in the day (ayy)
racks in the (what?)
racks in the safe (safe)
look at my face (jheeze)
up there with the greats (uh)
steps that i take
you can’t retrace (nah)
young metro on b-ss (b-ss)
me, i’m just based (based)
can’t afford no mistakes
everything just in case
billboard where i play
they welcome me, i overstay
i’m a huncho, i’m the boss
my set takin’ off
polo used to be lacoste
water used to be the tap, n-gg-, not the voss
d-mn, things changed (changed)
i’m so awake (woke)
you take the bait (bait)
you get replaced
you do the math, n-gg-
on 88 dates (cash)
the take-home was crazy
i take home your baby, yeah!

[verse 3: jay-z]
yeah, f-ck your subpoenas and your misdemeanors
was too busy touring out all your arenas
my p-ssport is tatted, it look like it’s active
i play on these planes, y’all catch me in traffic
y’all drag me in court for that sh-t, y’all backwards
after all these years of drug trafficking, huh
time to remind me i’m black again, huh?
all this talking back, i’m too arrogant, huh?
what would you do, you knew you couldn’t fail
i have no fear of anything, do everything well
i have no fear of jail, i was born in the trap
i have no fear of death, we all born to do that
it’s just life, i’m just nice, tonight i might, raise my price
great advice, d-mn you, hov, jesus christ

[verse 4: nicki minaj]
i like bad b-tches, cause they like bad b-tches too,i like hood n-gg-s, with a bad att-tude
they could never reach young nick’ magnitude, even if they had a longitude | lat-tude
listen up ho, this is my territory,you are my son, like an episode of maury
like an episode of er, b-tch i’m hotter than the d.r
when it comes to rap sk!lls, n-body wanna see her
motherf-ckers be flexin, motherf-ckers acting
b-tches is my sons and they causin’ contractions
ain’t pushing out, i’ma give them to the clinic
cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick!
wack sauce, i can hear it in your tone,this n-gg- keep staring at my phone
but if you’re ugly, it’s a no text zone, it’s a no s-x zone, it’s a no flex zone
wack sauce, i can hear it in your tone,this n-gg- keep staring at my phone
but if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone, it’s a no s-x zone, it’s a no flex zone

[verse 5: cardi b]
(cardi) i brought my money bring your’s out (woo)
red lamborghini with the doors out (ugh)
i hit the mall, clear stores out (ugh)
heat to your face, clear ya pores out, yeah
(booty, booty, booty, booty)
i been hard workin’ and humble
believe me, i’ve heard of the mumble (look)
i’m just gon’ weave it alone (yeah)
’cause i would put burners to bundles
b-tches are miserable, they are so typical
hating is cheap, not my material
look where i’m at, run back to years ago
i used to strip, now i keep a different pole (cardi)
i do not f-ck with your kind, no
i do not f-ck with your vibe, no
i am a big boss b-tch, i do not come in your size, no
(booty, booty, booty)
i seen a b-tch tryna switch sides (switch)
then jump back, tryna d-ck ride (no)
but i ain’t really worried about these hoes (huh?)
’cause b-tches are hurt, d. rose (yeah)
gucci bags, 40 cal stickin’ out (ugh)
if they want the smoke, then i give it out (ugh)
i might leave my robe at your n-gg- house
give you two something to figure out

[outro: j. cole, drake & nicki minaj]
foot is on they neck, i got ’em stuck
(at 23, i bought it all just to make sure, yeah, yeah)
i’ma give ’em somethin’ they can feel
if it ain’t ’bout the squad, don’t give a f-ck
pistol in your hand don’t make you real
young money

- hnm magazine

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