Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Blood (Feat. Yo Gotti & Canei Finch) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold Blood (Feat. Yo Gotti & Canei Finch)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cold Blood (Feat. Yo Gotti & Canei Finch)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that J. Cole employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Poverty's paradise If you want it, you'd better think twice 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 - The streets left no love in a - Yeah, no love in a - If I could paint a picture, I'd show a image Of a dog ass nigga, yeah, a raw ass - Popping painkillers, 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 mo'-, holmes numb Black heart, no feelings, just a gun, fo'real He was raised in the trenches Not to mention, all the hoes they 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 And from the ground, we build it to the sky now Watch it fall down, how you gon' survive now? Shit It's cold blood in a -, ay 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? (How you gon' survive now?) Yeah, it's cold blood in a - The streets left no love in a - No love Yo Gotti, lemme paint a picture for these -, hey, huh Here's a, voice for the voiceless My words like, multiple choice to the choiceless 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 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 30 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 (ground), we build it to the sky now Watch it fall down (down), how you gon' survive now? (How you gon' survive now?) It's cold blood in a - (uh) The streets left no love in a - (no love) Started from the ground, building to the sky now Watch it fall down (down), how you gon' survive now? Yeah, it's cold blood in a - (for real) The streets left no love in a - For real (got it) Lights off, no candles, roaches all around the kitchen Nigga 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 showed weakness, real - That created the hunger, and that make the monsters Got the game from our momma, that's some ill - 13 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 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 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 (ground), building to the sky now (sky) Watch it fall down (down), how you gon' survive now? (How you gon' survive now?) Yeah, it's cold blood in a - (hey) The streets left no love in a - Damn They say the good die young, that's the truth My - 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 -, maybe we can fly someday Oh, we can fly someday Yeah, up in the sky someday, mm Do real - get to Heaven? That's that - I ask the reverend They say the good die young, that's the truth 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 Maybe we can fly someday (fly) Oh, we can fly someday (fly) Yeah, up in the sky someday (sky) Do real - get to Heaven? That's that - I ask the reverend