Middle Child chords with lyrics by Faouzia - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

Faouzia – Middle Child chords

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[Chorus]
Em D I just poured somethin' in my cup
CI've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
CPromise I am never lettin' up
D EmMoney in your palm don't make you real
DFoot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
CI'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D CIf it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D EmPistol 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
DI copied your cadence, I mirrored your style
N.C.I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now
CDon't care if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
N.Cain't do no promo, still made all that noise
CThis year gon' be different, I set my intentions
N.C.I promise to slap all that hate out your voice
[Pre-Chorus]
EmCuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
DI'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
CThe 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
EmThat's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
Em D I just poured somethin' in my cup
CI've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
CPromise I am never lettin' up
D EmMoney in your palm don't make you real
DFoot is on your neck, I got 'em stuck
CI'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
D CIf it ain't 'bout the squad, don't care at all
D EmPistol in your hand don't make you real
DPistol in your hand don't make you real
CPistol in your hand don't make you real
N.C.Pistol in your hand don't make you real
[Verse 2]
EmCycle of jail
N.C.Spending their birthdays inside of a cell
DWe coming from a very long bloodline of trauma
N.C.We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
CWe hurting our sisters, the babies as well
EmWe killing our brothers, they poisoned the well
CDistorted self image, we set up to fail
N.C.I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,
[Pre-Chorus]
EmCuz’ they been countin' me out
N.C.I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
DI'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list
N.C.I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
CThe 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
EmThat's how I like it, yeaaah
[Chorus]
N.C.I just poured somethin' in my cup
CI've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
N.C.But I am not lettin' up
D EmMoney in your palm don't make you real
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