Artist: Yo Gotti f/ Canei Finch, J. Cole Album: I Am Song: Cold Blood Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro/Chorus One: Canei Finch] Started from the ground, built it 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 [Yo Gotti] In a nigga.. yeah; no love in a nigga.. If I can paint a picture, I'd show you a image of a dog ass nigga, yea, a raw ass nigga Poppin' pain killers, riding for the cause Four dogs wit dem pistols, n-n-natural born killers He sold crack to his mother, turned his back on his brothers Killed his partner for the plug, he think everything a hustle C-cold mu'fucka, holmes numb Black heart, no feelings, just a gun He was raised in the trenches, not to mention all the hoes had dissed him So holmes think the whole world against him Played ball, coach benched him; grandpa, Klan lynched him He was raised in Mississippi but he moved up to Memphis Kinda hard to adapt... So holmes turned to a strap... Didn't succeed, tried rap, couldn't fight, got slapped Shot dice, do crap, did time, back out, DAMN! [Chorus Two: Canei Finch] And from the ground, we built it to the sky now Watch it fall down, how you gon' survive now? Sch, it's cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga [Chorus One] [J. Cole] Hey.. no love, no love How you gon' survive now? No love, no love Yo Gotti, lemme paint a picture for these niggas Hey, huh.. 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' him "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 [Chorus Two] + [Chorus One] [Yo Gotti] Fo real, fo real... Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen Nigga hungry, mom embarrassed so she don't want us to mention it Grandma wanna help but mama ego kickin' in She a hustler, she don't need no help raisin' her kids Bills came, got evicted, stayed strong Square bid'ness, she ain't never shown weakness, real shit That created the hunger, and that make the monster Got the game from our mama, that's some ill shit 13 on the block, he was a look out In the kitchen, on the stove like it's a cook out Young nigga doctored the game, could put a book out Right when he thought it was over he got took out (bang!) Brains leakin', nigga sneaked him, he ain't even seen it coming He a hitta, he wasn't focus so he died over nothing No revenge, with his friends, shootin' dice, bet again Win or lose, bet it all, took out by his own men [Chorus Two] + [Chorus One] [Outro: J. Cole] + (Canei Finch) They say the good die young, that's the truth My nigga floatin' 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.. Ohh, we can fly someday.. Yeahh, up in the sky someday - hehe Do real niggas get to heaven? That's that shit I ask the reverend They say the good die young, that's the truth My nigga floatin' 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 (flyyyy) Oh we can fly someday (flyyyy-yy) Yeah up in the sky someday (skyyyy-y-y) Do real niggas get to heaven? That's that shit I ask the reverend