Heaven Can Wait by Freddie Gibbs
[Verse 1:]
24 hours to live, what would you do?
Just get high, treat everyday like my birthday, smoke
with the crew
Hit the hood cause you know bitches be thirsty for
dudes with loot
I change the paint to money green on my cutlass, rumble
the roof
Like it was reinvented, where the freaks is
What's a drop if ain't no bitches in it?
Ride with me today, I'm in a mood to go spend some
spinach
On my niggas of course
Funny how we straight from section 8, now we chill in
resorts
30, 40 deep on south beach, me and D-Edge
Brought some bitches with us, but fuck these Puerto
Ricans instead
Do this for my people, hopefully I can leave them some
bread
Before these punk polices or jealous streets leave me
for dead
I live a wild life, some might say it's child-like
On my second childhood
Bubba kush, banana wood, sippin on some purple fluid
These drugs will kill me before I let you do it
187 Proof, I die today, I live through this music,
Gibbs
[Hook: x2]
Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh
out
Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching
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