| I was gone before he hit the ground
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| Saw his body shiver and get spinned around
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| He might be out for the count, them hollow tips pinned him downNow I ain’t
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| slept in two weeks, I’m up like I’m tweaking
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| Serving geekers, man it’s hard to get paper up when you beefing
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| Niggas know my face
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| Niggas know my name, where I stay at
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| Is they gonna bitch up or is they gonna be patient and get they payback?
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| Fuck a sitting duck, we just gonna clip up and go where they stay at
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| Add the pressure til them hoes get the message, I’m gon' relay that
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| I got five thousand, a couple ounces and plenty burners, bruh
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| TV and a microwave for my dro, fuck the furniture
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| And my homie sister a geeker, should I be serving her?
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| It’s like we feed each other’s addictions
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| I’m out here earning a living off of killing my own
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| Flipping, pitching them stones
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| Niggas gonna listen cause I’m living this shit in my songs
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| If I should die before I wake
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| Just know some busters ran up in my spot and shot me in my face
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| Cause I’m a motherfucking gangster
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| And I move through the day, carry on through the night
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| What I do to get paid? |
| Anything to get by
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| And I move through the day, carry on through the night
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| What I do to get paid? |
| Anything to survive
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| Young, black, violent, Islamic, that’s how they painted me
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| Forgot seasoned and polished, plenty knowledge from scholars
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| Globe trotter, I be in the ZaZa in Dallas
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| Doing my daily routine with a queen from Hollis
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| Know that I came from the bottom here, for the challenge
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| Not tryin to cause malice, tryin to maintain the balance,
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| But it’s kinda hard when
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| Niggas that swore to be made men just can’t maintain they silence
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| Central minds under storm, make it rain violent
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| Sodom and Gomorrah style, hurricane island
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| Hit em with the 4−5, if it get homicide, matter fact suicide
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| Wonder if his crew will ride?
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| Who am I?
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| It’s the one and only bitter Wyatt Earp, acquire work, I do oblige
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| Get the work to you asap, through the dodge
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| These other niggas telling fairytales, but we them guys
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| Yeah
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| High rollers send the yola down to Minnesota
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| Money is the motive, niggas know I go scrotum
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| Getting cabbage is a habit
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| If we establish any suckas ain’t cut from my fabric
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| You can clearly see I’m messing with another stylist
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| We the best and we ain’t never met DJ Khaled
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| Certified head bussa, so above your average
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| They comin from Texas, I’m balling like a Dallas Maverick
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| If you ever middleman me cause I’m shopping through ya
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| Money on your head is how I send ya profits to ya
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| If ya snitching, then I gotta send them choppas to ya
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| Fuck a witness, hit the shooters on the prosecutor
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| I’m talking digits, seven large on my debit card
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| Never been a thief, pussies fuck with credit fraud
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| My heart’s colder than a popsicle
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| Give you more shots than a hospital
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| Cause I’m a motherfucking gangsta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anything To Survive , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп