Cold Blood (feat. J. Cole & Canei Finch)

(Poverty's paradise)

(If a'you want it? You'd better think twice)

Started from the ground, build it to the sky now

Watch it fall down but how you gon' survive now?

Yeah, it's cold blood in a ****, the streets left no love in a ****

In a ****, yeah, no love in a ****

If I could paint a picture

I'd show an image of dog ass ****, yeah, a raw ass ****

Popping pain killers, riding for the cause

Four dogs with them pistols, na-na-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

Co-cold muhfucker, homes numb, black heart, no feelin's, just a gun

He was raised in the trenches, not to mention

All the hoes they had dissed him

So homes 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 homes turned to a strap

Didn't succeed, tried rap, couldn't fight, got slapped

Shot dice, do crack, did time, back out, damn

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 ****, the streets left no love in a ****

Started from the ground, build it to the sky now

Watch it fall down but how you gon' survive now?

Yeah, it's cold blood in a ****, the streets left no love in a ****

Yo, Gotti, let me paint a picture for these ****, hey, huh

Here’s a voice for the voiceless

My words like multiple choice to the choice-less

Emerge like a searchlight in the darkness for this young black carcass

My **** 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, **** wasn't 'bout it, **** wasn't 'bout it now

Feeling guilty, what would mama think about me?

Told 'em, think about it, ****, 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

Mama in denial like her baby boy on trial

For a murder that he ain’t commit, tears soak the handkerchief

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 ****, the streets left no love in a ****

Started from the ground, build it to the sky now

Watch it fall down, how you gon' survive now?

Yeah, it's cold blood in a ****, the streets left no love in a ****

Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen

**** hungry, mom embarrassed so she don't want us to mention it

Grandma wanna help but mama 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 showed weakness, real shit

That created the hunger and that make the monster

Got the game from our mama, 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 **** mastered the game, could put a book out

Right when he thought it was over, he got took out, bang

Brains leaking, **** sneaked him, he ain't even seen it comin'

He a hitter, he wasn't focus so he died over nothin'

No revenge, with his friends shooting dice, bet again

Win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men

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 ****, the streets left no love in a ****

Started from the ground, build it to the sky now

Watch it fall down but how you gon’ survive now?

Yeah, it's cold blood in a ****, the streets left no love in a ****

They say the good die young, that’s the truth

My **** floatin' 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

****, maybe we can fly someday? Oh, we can fly someday

Yeah, up in the sky someday, hmm

Do real **** get to Heaven? That's that shit I ask the reverend

They say the good die young, that’s the truth

My **** floatin' 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

****, maybe we can fly someday? Oh, we can fly someday

Yeah, up in the sky someday

Do real **** get to Heaven? That's that shit I ask the reverend