Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Anything To Survive

I was gone before he hit the ground

Saw his body shiver and get spinned around

He might be out for the count, them hollow tips pinned him down

Now I ain't slept in two weeks, I'm up like I'm tweaking

Serving geekers, man it's hard to get paper up when you beefing

Niggas know my face

Niggas know my name, where I stay at

Is they gonna bitch up or is they gonna be patient and get they payback?

Fuck a sitting duck, we just gonna clip up and go where they stay at

Add the pressure til them hoes get the message, I'm gon' relay that

I got five thousand, a couple ounces and plenty burners, bruh

TV and a microwave for my dro, fuck the furniture

And my homie sister a geeker, should I be serving her?

It's like we feed each other's addictions

I'm out here earning a living off of killing my own

Flipping, pitching them stones

Niggas gonna listen cause I'm living this shit in my songs

If I should die before I wake

Just know some busters ran up in my spot and shot me in my face

Cause I'm a motherfucking gangster

And I move through the day, carry on through the night

What I do to get paid? Anything to get by

And I move through the day, carry on through the night

What I do to get paid? Anything to survive

Young, black, violent, Islamic, that's how they painted me

Forgot seasoned and polished, plenty knowledge from scholars

Globe trotter, I be in the ZaZa in Dallas

Doing my daily routine with a queen from Hollis

Know that I came from the bottom here, for the challenge

Not trying to cause mileage, try to maintain the balance

But it's kinda hard when

Niggas that swore to be made men just can't maintain they silence

Central minds under storm, make it rain violent

Sodom and Gomorrah style, hurricane island

Hit em with the 4-5, if it get homicide, matter fact suicide

Wonder if his crew will ride?

Who am I?

It's the one and only bitter Wyatt Earp, acquire work, I do oblige

Get the work to you asap, through the dodge

These other niggas telling fairytales, but we them guys

Yeah

High rollers send the yola down to Minnesota

Money is the motive, niggas know I go scrotum

Getting cabbage is a habit

If we establish any suckas ain't cut from my fabric

You can clearly see I'm messing with another stylist

We the best and we ain't never met DJ Khaled

Certified head bussa, so above your average

They comin from Texas, I'm balling like a Dallas Maverick

If you ever middleman me cause I'm shopping through ya

Money on your head is how I send ya profits to ya

If ya snitching, then I gotta send them choppas to ya

Fuck a witness, hit the shooters on the prosecutor

I'm talking digits, seven large on my debit card

Never been a thief, pussies fuck with credit fraud

My heart's colder than a popsicle

Give you more shots than a hospital

Cause I'm a motherfucking gangsta

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