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 gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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If I could paint a picture
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I would show the image of a dog *** *****
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Yeah, raw *** *****
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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 ************
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Oh no, IĄŻm black hearted
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No feelings, just a gun
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We was raised in the trenches
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Not to mention all the hoes had dissed him
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So homes think the whole world against him
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Played ball, coach benched him,
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Grandpa Klan lynched him,
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He raised in Mississippi but he moved up to Memphis
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Kind of hard to adapt
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So homes turned to the strap
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To succeed tried rap, couldnĄŻt fight got slapped
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Shot dice threw craps, did time back out, damn
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And from the ground
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We build it to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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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 gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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HereĄŻs 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 *****s either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
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In God we trust But itĄŻs bucks that we worship, now
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Boy that root of evil gonĄŻ forever rule the people
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See, I seen just what that fast money gonĄŻ come and do to people
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Hit a lick, it was a hit
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He said, Ą°Let's go and do the sequelĄ±
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But his, ***** wasnĄŻt Ąźbout it, ***** wasnĄŻt Ąźbout it, now
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Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?"
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ToldĄŻ em, think about it *****, 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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Burners packed just like a stadium
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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 ainĄŻt commit
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Tears soak the handkerchief
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And from the ground
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We build it to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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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 gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen
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***** hungry, mom embarrassed so she don't want us to mention it
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Grandma wanna help but mama ego kickin' in
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She a hustler, she donĄŻt need no help raisin her kids
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Bills came, got evicted, stay strong
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Swear that she ainĄŻt never shown weakness, real ****
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That created the hunger
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And that make the monsters
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Got the game from my mama, thatĄŻs some ill ****
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13 on the block, he was a little kid
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In the kitchen, on the stove like itĄŻs a cook out
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No ***** mouth to the game, could put a book out
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Right when he thought it was over he got took out (bang)
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Brains leaking, they sneaked him , he ain't even see it coming
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He a hitter, he wonĄŻt focus so he died over nothing
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No revenge, with his friends shooting dice
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Bet again, win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men
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And from the ground
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We build it to the sky now
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Watch it fall down
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How you gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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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 gonĄŻ survive now?
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Yeah, itĄŻs cold blood in a *****
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The streets left no love in a *****
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They say the good die young, thatĄŻs the truth
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My ***** floating up in heaven now, thatĄŻs the proof
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I ainĄŻt 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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***** 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 *****s get to heaven?
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ThatĄŻs that **** I ask the reverend
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They say the good die young, thatĄŻs the truth
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My ***** floating up in heaven now, thatĄŻs the proof
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I ainĄŻt 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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***** 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 *****s get to heaven?
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ThatĄŻs that **** I ask the reverend
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Cold Blood
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| Yo Gotti feat. J. Cole & Canei Finch |
