Middle Child由 J. Cole 演唱，收录于《Revenge Of The Dreamers III》专辑中。歌名自喻Cole是夹在新时代和旧时代中间的人。此歌承接上专发表对成瘾性物品的看法并再次提到“Lil辈”艺人，同时Shout out刚合作完的21、老板Jay-Z还有即将上法庭的柯达鸭。在谈到Drake的片段时似乎影射了侃爷，但也有说Cole是在表述现今rapper之间的beef事件其实都是在炒热度。

Middle Child歌词：

You good T-Minus

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 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 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

This year gon' be different 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 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 dick

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

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 n***a Kodak

Reminded me of young n***as from 'Ville

Straight out the projects no fakin' just honest

I wish that he had more guidance for real

Too many n***as 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 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

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

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