Who Sang Cold Blood? Yo Gotti feat. J. Cole & Canei Finch

Canei Finch I Am cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2013-11-15
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 5:11
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Lyrics
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 *****
The streets left no love in a *****

If I could paint a picture
I would show the image of a dog *** *****
Yeah, raw *** *****
Popping pain killers
Praying for a call, four dogs with them pistols
Natural born killers
We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think everything a hustle
Cold ************
Oh no, I’m black hearted
No feelings, just a gun
We was raised in the trenches
Not to mention all the hoes had dissed him
So homes think the whole world against him
Played ball, coach benched him,
Grandpa Klan lynched him,
He raised in Mississippi but he moved up to Memphis
Kind of hard to adapt
So homes turned to the strap
To succeed tried rap, couldn’t fight got slapped
Shot dice threw craps, 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?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a *****
The streets left no love in a *****

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 *****
The streets left no love in a *****

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 *****s 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 Momma 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
Momma 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?
Yeah, it’s cold blood in a *****
The streets left no love in a *****

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 *****
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 kickin' in
She a hustler, she don’t need no help raisin her kids
Bills came, got evicted, stay strong
Swear that she ain’t never shown weakness, real ****
That created the hunger
And that make the monsters
Got the game from my mama, that’s some ill ****
13 on the block, he was a little kid
In the kitchen, on the stove like it’s a cook out
No ***** mouth to the game, could put a book out
Right when he thought it was over he got took out (bang)
Brains leaking, they sneaked him , he ain't even see it coming
He a hitter, he won’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

And from the ground
We 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 *****

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 *****
The streets left no love in a *****

They say the good die young, that’s the truth
My ***** 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
***** maybe we can fly someday
Oh we can fly someday
Yeah up in the sky someday
Do real *****s get to heaven?
That’s that **** I ask the reverend

They say the good die young, that’s the truth
My ***** 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
***** maybe we can fly someday
Oh we can fly someday
Yeah up in the sky someday
Do real *****s get to heaven?
That’s that **** I ask the reverend

Tracklist
Digital Media 1
  • 1 I Am
  • 2 Don’t Come Around
  • 3 I Know
  • 4 Sorry
  • 5 F-U
  • 6 Pride to the Side
  • 7 Cold Blood
  • 8 LeBron James
  • 9 Die a Real N***a
  • 10 King Sh*t
  • 11 Respect That You Earn
  • 12 ION Want It
  • 13 Act Right

  • Release information
    label: Epic
    country(area): United States
    format: Digital Media
    script: Latin