Oldest Child

(You good, T-Minus?) Family 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 (back on my shit) 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 (trip trip 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 people is broke? (What good is first class if my friends can't sit?) That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit; Just like LeBron, get my family 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 no-one 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 SOMEONE slid in my lane Everything grows, it's destined to change. (I love all y'all) 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 (ain't got a choice) Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise (noise) This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions I promise to slap all that hate out your voice... [Breakdown] Family'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 (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 (dick dick) I just poured somethin' in my cup (in my cup) I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel (something I can Feeeel) Promise I am never lettin' up (never letting you) Money in your palm don't make you real (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 [Stripped down, Disjointed, Overlapping] I'm dead in the middle of two generations. I'm little bro and big bro all at once (once once 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 brother Kodak Reminded me of the young kids from 'Ville Straight out the projects, no fakin', just honest I wish that he had more guidance, for real....(Real, real, real.....) Too many children 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 (vail) I just poured somethin' in my cup (in my cup) I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel (something I can feeeEEEEEeeel) Promise I am never lettin' up (lettin' up 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 (never letting up!) If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck! 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 (make you real) Money in your palm don't make you real