Good Die Young - Yo Gotti feat Boosie Badazz & Blac Youngsta

[Hook: Canei Finch]

Started from the ground, building to the sky now

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

Yeah, it's cold blood in a n_gga

The streets left no love in a n_gga

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

(In a n_gga, yeah, no love in a n_gga)

If I could paint a picture, I'd show a image

Of a dog ass n_gga, yeah, a raw ass n_gga

Popping pain killers, riding for the cause

Four dogs with them pistols, 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

Cold muf_cka, holmes numb

Black heart, no feelings, just a gun

He was raised in the trenches

Not to mention all the hoes that had dissed him

So holmes 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 holmes turned to a strap

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

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

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]

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 n_gga

The streets left no love in a n_gga

[Hook: Canei Finch]

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 n_gga

The streets left no love in a n_gga

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

(Hey, no love, no love

How you gon' survive now? No love, no love

Yo Gotti, lemme paint a picture for these n_ggas)

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 n_ggas 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, n_gga wasn't 'bout it, n_gga wasn't 'bout it, now

Feeling guilty, what would momma think about me?

Told 'em, think about it, n_gga, 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

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]

[Hook: Canei Finch]

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Fo real, fo real

Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen

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

Grandma wanna help but momma 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 shown weakness, real sh_t

That created the hunger, and that make the monsters

Got the game from our momma, that's some ill sh_t

Thirteen on the block, he was a lookout

In the kitchen, on the stove like it's a cookout

Young n_gga doctored the game, could put a book out

Right when he thought it was over he got took out

Brains leaking, n_gga sneaked him, he ain't even seen it coming

He a hitta, he wasn'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

[Pre-Hook: Canei Finch]

[Hook: Canei Finch]

[Outro x2: J. Cole]

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

My n_gga floating 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

N_gga, maybe we can fly someday

Oh, we can fly someday

Yeah, up in the sky someday

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