K-Salaam - Anything To Survive lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 downNow 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 n***as know my face n***as know my name, where I stay at Is they gonna b**h up or is they gonna be patient and get they payback? f** 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, f** 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 k**ing my own Flipping, pitching them stones n***as gonna listen cause I'm living this sh** 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 motherf**ing gangster [Hook: Adrian] 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 [Verse 2: Freeway] 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 n***as 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 n***as telling fairytales, but we them guys Yeah [Hook] [Verse 3: Sly Polaroid] High rollers send the yola down to Minnesota Money is the motive, n***as know I go scrotum Getting cabbage is a habit If we establish any s**as 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 f** a witness, hit the shooters on the prosecutor I'm talking digits, seven large on my debit card Never been a thief, pussies f** with credit fraud My heart's colder than a popsicle Give you more shots than a hospital Cause I'm a motherf**ing gangsta [Hook]