Cold Blood
J. Cole, Yo Gotti
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Started from the ground Building to the sky now Watch it fall down How you gon' survive now? Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga If I could paint a picture I would show the image of a thug Henny Yeah, run away nigga Popping pain killers Praying for a call, four dogs with them pistols Natural born killers We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers Killed his partner for the plug He think everything a hustle Cold motherfucker Oh no, I'm black hearted No feelings, just a gun We done raved in the kitchens Not to mention all the holes in his pistols So homies think the whole world against him Play ball, coach best him, grandpa Playing extra, he raised in Mississippi but he moved out to Memphis Kill a heart with doubt So homie touch and she grab This a C trail rap, come fight that slap Shutdown, do crap, this town back out, damn Started from the ground Building to the sky now Watch it fall down How you gon' survive now? Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga Here's a voice for the voiceless My words like multiple choice to the choiceless Emerge like a search light in the darkness For this young, black carcass My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now In God we trust But it's bucks that we worship, now Boy that root of evil gon' forever rule the people See, I seen just what that fast money gon' come and do to people Hit a lick, it was a hit He said, "Let's go and do the sequel" But his, nigga wasn't 'bout it, nigga wasn't 'bout it, now Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?" Told' em, think about it nigga, won't you think about it now? But he was money hungry Plus he trigger happy So they hopped up in the Caddy Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial For a murder that he ain't commit Tears soak the handkerchief Started from the ground Building to the sky now Watch it fall down How you gon' survive now? Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga For real, for real They say the good die young, that's the truth My nigga floating up in heaven now, that's the proof I ain't make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me Nigga maybe we can fly someday Oh we can fly someday Yeah up in the sky someday Do real niggas get to heaven? That's that shit I ask the reveren
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Written by: Michael J Clervoix, Mario Sentell Giden, Jermaine L Cole, Dale Ossman Warren
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