If he would’ve known today would have been his last day alive
Would he change up his ways taken the sign to slow his life down?
Cuz right now he’s walking on the razor’s edge
And he’s an artist making millions and he hates celebs
They want to do more than just break your legs
Shooters do maneuver with Rugers and ’bout to lay you dead
Conspiracy theories done pay the feds
As they come and take your head
For the sacrifice cuz that’s the price for fame
You see your name got a price on it
And gang gang bet your life on it
Why you roll around a city litty off a bottle
Puffin’ haze as you blaze not knowing you being followed?
With this nonchalant attitude that’s how a certain rapper move
Not knowing they were after you this certain afternoon
Caught him lacking in traffic he wouldn’t give up his sh#t
Got executed when they lit up his whip
They shot his #ss down in cold blood
With no remorse for that sh#t done in cold blood
Caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
Let him have a nice gasping in his own blood
They shot his #ss down in cold blood
With no remorse for that sh#t done in cold blood
Caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
Let him have a nice gasping in his own blood
These new rappers makin’ old mistakes
That 40 Drac can leave a n#gg# with an open face
Where I’m from before your prom you got an open case
The judge sitting him upstate and giving no debates
A lot of n#gg#s move out the ghetto because they know it’s safe
But get they whips swiss cheeses n#gg#s golden plates
It’s a full court press, n#gg# playin’ steps
Shooters ’bout to strike the clock reading one second left
Yeah, they brought the shottie with the drum
Kick your front door, it’s to put the body on the gun
Lot of n#gg#s down on the dock, got to wire up they lungs
Chopper with the scope, this so I can spot you in the gun
It’s a mob hit you might have called 911
Chopper quick to shake your car make your side go numb
That’s some cold hearted sh#t got me rollin’ the kush faster
I ran up on his whip with the beam and the Bushmaster (semi)
They shot his #ss down in cold blood
With no remorse for that sh#t done in cold blood
Caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
Let him have a nice gasping in his own blood
They shot his #ss down in cold blood
With no remorse for that sh#t done in cold blood
Caught him slippin’ at the light and showed no love
Let him have a nice gasping in his own blood
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Insane Poetry Lyrics – Cold Blood