Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Robes Lyrics
feat. Domo Genesis & Earl Sweatshirt[Hook]They often see what we can't seeWearing a smileYou never ever find a frown…[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]You ain't shit if you ain't ever struggledYou gotta put in hard work before you flex your musclesI see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzleYou ain't gotta like my work shit, respect my hustleI was a solid hearted mind before I had to grind, my swagger fineI never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymesDiamond in the rough, give it time, you'll find your light and shineThis little light of mine, these are our highest timesMy third eye divine, I see my skies alignedI feel like one with the moon but that's some other shitI stopped caring how people see me and I'm loving itBut no desire for your input, I does my shitSay what you want but know my ignorance is *****ing bliss[Hook][Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]Pardon the scentsChecking press releases off the beeper like a pimp?, threw his demons off the cliffThe scenic route below, tires screaming in the mistAnd like the key open the door I twist the weed I boughtBecause I don't know how to cope with shit, be easy I could three hit 'emRight where his shoulder sit, manuever throught he swampLike a four-wheeler, hitting it quickly after a coarse greetingLeave like the father I never had or a low CaesarThe son he had but ain't never wanted like cold pizzaSkull and bones out the same closet I grow reeferThe team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces[Hook][Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]***** every rapper and his entourage***** up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguardsNothin' but cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garageMake foreign bread, get some morning head on the AutobahnFaces, smiling faces, they keep me motivatedAnd I got plenty fans but I ain't shit without my hatersNow this ***** ain't yet ? bullshit cross the tableThe next shit I still be rappin' and he be fired from his labelDamn, *****, I'm in the mob, I always got a jobBreakin' down the keisha gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quadBrett Favre for the zone, five bags for the wholeWrist piece solid gold, neck piece arctic frozeGive you the smarts and the parts and also regarding hoesHe chase a ***** but I was choseI only think of you, on two occasionsThat's when I'm drunk and when I'm blazin' upMy Filipino ***** she fly me to LA to *****I weigh my options, I'd rather be cookin' cuttin' and weighin' up*****, it's Gibbs![Hook]
