Yo Gotti - Cold Blood (feat. J. Cole & Canei Finch) | Текст песни

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• Yo Gotti
• Cold Blood (feat. J. Cole & Canei Finch)

[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 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 mufucka, holmes numb
Black heart, no feelings, just a gun
He was raised in the trenches
Not to mention all the hoe’s dat had dissed him
So holmes think the whole world against em
Played ball, coach benched em
Grandpa Klan lynched em
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
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’ 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

[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 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 monsters
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 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, bet it all, took out by his own men

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]

[Hook: Canei Finch]

[Outro: J. Cole 2X]
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 shi