Anything To Survive Lyrics - Cold Day In Hell - Freddie Gibbs

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 

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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 

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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