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feat. J. Cole
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 1: Yo Gotti]
If I could paint a picture
I would show the image of a [?]
Yeah, [?] nigga
Popping pain killers
Praying for a call for the [?]
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
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, “Lets 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
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Writer(s): Dale Ossman Warren, Mario Giden, Jermaine L. Cole, Michael J. Clervoix, Canei Finch
Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Gotti World Publishing, Irving Music Inc.
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