And just like that, J. On Wednesday night Jan. Now he's back on the solo tip, and it's glorious. 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.
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Cole released his newest single "Middle Child" earlier this year, and the track has so far peaked at No. The complete project is scheduled to be released in April. What good is first class if my nas can't sit? Nas 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. 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 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 na Kodak Reminded me of young nas from 'Ville Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest I wish that he had more guidance, for real Too many nas 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, na.
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You good, T-Minus? 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 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? Submit Corrections. The first J. Cole co-produced the track along with T-Minus. Cole announced this song by posting some of its lyrics on his Instagram account on the 20th of January after clearing his page the previous day. Those lyrics were also deleted afterwards. He also posted the cover with the song's title stylized in all capital letters. T-Minus told in an interview with Complex about his work with J.
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