Turned Me Cold lyrics

[Intro]
(Mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down
In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd)
I made a mistake, f*ck
God's Father mixtape
I'm a keep it real
Y'all mother f*ckers pushing me to that limit
I know y'all suckers from the hood want me to catch a couple more of them stripes and just be down bad

[Verse 1]
Somebody help, I think I made a mistake
I just shot a man down, put him in his place
He put his hands on me, had to break his face
I'm sorry Jesus Christ, that shh felt great
When n*ggas pimp on me that's when n*ggas get killed
Put that sh*t in the air just so you n*ggas can feel
How I motherf*cking feel when I pop that field
When I ride out on him and I dump your body
f*ck you pus*y ass n*ggas I ain't never forgot it
You n*ggas think it's a game choppas ring like phones
I ain't got no taxes, and them n*ggas on my pay roll
I'm a hit man, I ain't no b*tch I keep myself that's on big man
I ain't like these other n*ggas di*k sucking on the goons
b*tch I 187 that's on my momma
Play with me again I guarantee I'll make an example
All my guns got beams, want a sample?
Don't play both sides you a faggot and snitch
That's why you never speak because you're a f*cking b*tch
And f*ck your dreads n*gga and f*ck your gold teeth
And f*ck your life n*gga that's where the ends meet
[Hook]
(Mama I just shot a man down
In central station in front of a big ol' crowd)
I need some help

[Verse 2]
Now I'm sitting in intake taking everything out my pocket
Police couldn't stop it
I'm not trying to hide it, ima do it ima do it
I'm lurking in the streets no car that's how I'm moving
B bought him a Bentley and still shoot you
My guns hit like bass drums from Lex Luger
And blog about this I ain't got no money b*tch I'm trapping
I'm on the streets n*gga, shouts out to acting
I guess I gotta get some more stripes
I gotta pull a Gucci Mane and hit a n*gga in his chest like
Real situation happen way past rapping
Streets up to y'all dope sacking
I got a crack in the burrio that's coolio
I'm making suckers work, dope up in your booty hole
f*ck all you suckers call me Don Julio
Rawest rapper can't see me in the studio b*tch
And that's some real sh*t

[Hook]
Ey put the pistol on the table for all them suckers
Cause I'm killing the rap game right now
But on the real note stop all this bullying
If someone is bullying you tell the police

[Verse 3]
People keep picking on me at school
He shoved me out my locker and I'm a cool dude
I ain't even do nothing he just trying to punk me
Made High School hard man called me all ugly
I walked across the street every time that I seen him
Until I shot his house up now that b*tch ain't breathing
And it's all for the hood cause you n*ggas with stripes
It's slave trades going on getting sold at night
I'm a true American because I'm violent with slaves
I got some hate in my heart, the people made it that way
It's Lil B
God's Father Mixtape
(Yes)
Save my soul
I got a heart of gold
But people turned me cold