Hook:
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Started from the ground
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Building to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gon' survive now?
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Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
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The streets left no love in a nigga
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No love in a nigga
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[Yo Gotti:]
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f I could paint a picture
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I would show the image of a thug henny
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Yeah, run away nigga
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Popping pain killers
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Praying for a call, four dogs with them pistols
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Natural born killers
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We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers
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Killed his partner for the plug
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He think everything a hustle
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Cold motherfucker
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Oh no, I'm black hearted
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No feelings, just a gun
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We done raved in the kitchens
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Not to mention all the holes in his pistols
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So homies think the whole world against him
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Play ball, coach best him, grandpa
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Playing extra, he raised in Mississippi but he moved out to Memphis
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Kill a heart with doubt
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So homie touch and she grab
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This a C trail rap, come fight that slap
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Shutdown, do crap, this town back out, damn
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2 x Hook:
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Started from the ground
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Building to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gon' survive now?
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Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
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The streets left no love in a nigga
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[J. Cole:]
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Here's a voice for the voiceless
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My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
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Emerge like a search light in the darkness
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For this young, black carcass
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My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
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In God we trust But it's bucks that we worship, now
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Boy that root of evil gon' forever rule the people
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See, I seen just what that fast money gon' come and do to people
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Hit a lick, it was a hit
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He said, 'Let's go and do the sequel'
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But his, nigga wasn't 'bout it, nigga wasn't 'bout it, now
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Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?"
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Told' em, think about it nigga, won't you think about it now?
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But he was money hungry
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Plus he trigger happy
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So they hopped up in the Caddy
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Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian
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Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM
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Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial
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For a murder that he ain't commit
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Tears soak the handkerchief
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Hook:
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Started from the ground
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Building to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gon' survive now?
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Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
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The streets left no love in a nigga
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Lights off no counters on approaches all around the kitchen nigga
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Hunger mama burry so she don't want us to mention it
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Grow more on hip but mama it gonna kickin' it
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She a hustler she don't need no help raising the kids,
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Bills can't gotta .. stage on script
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Been machine now she show witness
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Real shit that created the hunger
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And now making monster got the game from my mama
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Get some ill shits, thirteen on the blocky want no look out,
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In the kitchen on this store like it's a cook out,
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My nigga 'bout to be game complete the book out,
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But when we thought it was over, he got took out brain,
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Back brain he can't leave, sneak the pen it was here coming here,
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.. he won't focus so we died over, nothing on .. with a ..shoot dice,
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Begin, one lose take it all to so got byes on me.
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2 x Hook:
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Started from the ground
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Building to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gon' survive now?
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Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
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The streets left no love in a nigga
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J. Cole - Outro:
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They say the good die young, that's the truth
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My nigga floating up in heaven now, that's the proof
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I ain't make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
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If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
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Nigga maybe we can fly someday
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Oh we can fly someday
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Yeah up in the sky someday
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Do real niggas get to heaven?
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That's that shit I ask the reverend
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Cold Blood
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| Yo Gotti |
