Middle Child Chords

[Chorus]
Em                                          D
        I just poured somethin' in my cup
                                        C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
                                C
Promise I am never lettin' up
              D                    Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
                                        D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
                                       C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
                       D           C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
               D                   Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
 
[Verse 1]
Em
        I'm thankin' you now
N.C.
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground
               D
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
N.C.
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
                   C
Don't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
N.C
ain't do no promo, still made all that noise
                  C
This year gon' be different, I set my intentions
N.C.
I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
 
[Pre-Chorus]
     Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
                 D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
                    C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
                          Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
 
[Chorus]
Em                                          D
        I just poured somethin' in my cup
                                        C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
                                C
Promise I am never lettin' up
              D                    Em
Money in your palm don't make you real
                                        D
Foot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
                                       C
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
                       D           C
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
               D                   Em
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
                                   D
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
                                   C
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
N.C.
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
 
[Verse 2]
Em
Cycle of jail
N.C.
Spending their birthdays inside of a cell
                   D
We coming from a very long bloodline of trauma
N.C.
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
                C
We hurting our sisters, the babies as well
                Em
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
                C
Distorted self image, we set up to fail
N.C.
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
 
[Pre-Chorus]
     Em
Cuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
                 D
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
                    C
The real ones been dyin', the fake ones are lit
N.C.
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
N.C.
Bentley is dirty, my sneakers are dirty
                          Em
That's how I like it, yeaaah
 
[Chorus]
N.C.
I just poured somethin' in my cup
                                C
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
N.C.
But I am not lettin' up
              D                     Em
Money in your palm don't make you real