Here are all the Lyrics To J.Cole’s New song “Middle Child”

And just like that, J. Cole pulls up and sends the Internet into a frenzy.

On Wednesday night (Jan. 23), the Dreamville Records boss dropped off “Middle Child,” a T-Minus-produced track that finds the rapper getting loads of bars off as he attacks the beat with the same sort of fiery lyrics he’s sprayed freely on guest verses throughout last year. Now he’s back on the solo tip, and it’s glorious.

Taking a drive across some triumphant beat, Cole’s new track, which might have been recorded during the Revenge of the Dreamers IIIrecording sessions in Atlanta, sounds like victory.

Over the course of about three-and-a-half minutes, Cole makes time to speak on both his rap game dominance, his ties to other contemporary rap greats and his support of the younger generation. Those bits come into play when he name-drops Drake and Kodak Black.

While Cole is mostly for the love on the song, his competitive spirit is out and in full effect from the moment the beat stars.

“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,” raps Cole, who sounds pretty vengeful for a guy that’s seen his last three albums go platinum without any features.

Here’s to hoping Cole’s got more solo fire on the way soon.

Check out all the lyrics to J. Cole’s new track for yourself below.

J. Cole’s “Middle Child” Lyrics

Intro

“You good, T-Minus?”

Refrain 

“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”

Verse One

“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 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 prayin’ I’d diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I’d never beef with a nigga 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 shit ain’t sellin’ 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 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
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”

[Refrain]

“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”

Hook 

“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 their neck, I got ’em stuck
I’ma give ’em somethin’ they can feel
If it ain’t ’bout the squad, don’t give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don’t make you real”

Verse Two

“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 fakin’, 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”

Hook 

“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 their neck, I got ’em stuck
I’ma give ’em somethin’ they can feel
If it ain’t ’bout the squad, don’t give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don’t make you real”

Outro

“Money in your palm don’t make you real
Pistol in your hand don’t make you real
Money in your palm don’t make you real”