Heaven Can Wait Lyrics - Cold Day In Hell - Freddie Gibbs

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 

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 the gates 

I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait 

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Everyday I pray to be as strong as Huey Newton 

Before you pull that trigger, take a closer look at who you shooting 

Mirror image, nothing different, you just another slave 

Tryin to succeed in these European's narcotics trade 

Worked all week, 140 dollars was all I made 

Fuck a job, I'd rather chop a rock and be chopping blades 

Gotta watch these cops cause I came too far to die in a cage 

Watch who you fuck, rather catch a bullet than die from aids 

Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out 

Crushing feelings on Broadway, I pulled that Monte SS out 

Buy my mom a new spot and make sure that bitch super decked out 

Swear I can't leave this Earth 'til I'm sure that you never stress out 

Before I left out 

I grab the zip and extra clips and hit the L on 21st and Virginia, and bless the fifth 

Hit the lab so I can lay all the shit I didn't get to spit 

Could die tonight, but what I write they forever gon' reminisce 

It's Gangsta Gibbs 

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