Cold Blood

[Hook: Canei Finch] Started from the ground, building to the sky now Watch it fall down, but how you gon’ survive now? Yeah, it’s cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] (In a nigga, yeah, no love in a nigga) If I could paint a picture, I'd show a image Of a dog ass nigga, yeah, a raw ass nigga Popping pain killers, riding for the cause Four dogs with them pistols, 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 Cold mufucka, holmes numb Black heart, no feelings, just a gun He was raised in the trenches Not to mention all the hoes that 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 [Pre-Hook: Canei Finch] And from the ground, we build it to the sky now Watch it fall down, how you gon’ survive now? It’s cold blood in a nigga The streets left no love in a nigga [Hook: Canei Finch] 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 [Verse 2: 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) 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, burners packed just like a stadium 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 [Pre-Hook: Canei Finch] [Hook: Canei Finch] [Verse 3: 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 momma ego kicking in She a hustler, she don’t need no help raising her kids Bills came, got evicted, stayed strong Square business, she ain’t never shown weakness, real shit That created the hunger, and that make the monsters Got the game from our momma, that’s some ill shit Thirteen on the block, he was a lookout In the kitchen, on the stove like it’s a cookout Young nigga doctored the game, could put a book out Right when he thought it was over he got took out Brains leaking, 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 shooting dice Bet again, win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men [Pre-Hook: Canei Finch] [Hook: Canei Finch] [Outro x2: J. Cole] They say the good die young, that’s the truth My nigga floating up in heaven now, and 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 reverend