Robes

They often see what we can't see

Wearing a smile

You never ever find a frown…

You ain't shit if you ain't ever struggled

You gotta put in hard work before you flex your muscles

I see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzle

You ain't gotta like my work shit, respect my hustle

I was a solid hearted mind before I had to grind, my swagger fine

I never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymes

Diamond in the rough, give it time, you'll find your light and shine

This little light of mine, these are our highest times

My third eye divine, I see my skies aligned

I feel like one with the moon but that's some other shit

I stopped caring how people see me and I'm loving it

But no desire for your input, I does my shit

Say what you want but know my ignorance is fucking bliss

Pardon the scents

Checking press releases off the beeper like a pimp

Smanging lever off the strength, threw his demons off the cliff

The scenic route below, tires screaming in the mist

And like the key open the door I twist

The weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shit

Be easy I could three hit 'em right where his shoulder sit

Maneuver throught the swamp like a four-wheeler

Hitting it quickly after a coarse greeting

Leave like the father I never had or a low Caesar

The son he had but ain't never wanted like cold pizza

Skull and bones out the same closet I grow reefer

The team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces

Fuck every rapper and his entourage

Fuck up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguards

Nothin' but Cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garage

Make foreign bread, get some morning head on the Autobahn

Faces, smiling faces, they keep me motivated

And I got plenty fans but I ain't shit without my haters

Know this pussy A&R that threw some bullshit cross the table

Then next year I still be rappin' and he be fired from his label

Damn, bitch, I'm in the mob, I always got a job

Breakin' down the Keisha gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quad

Brett Favre for the zone, five bands for the whole

Wrist piece solid gold, neck piece arctic froze

Give you the smarts and the parts and also regarding hoes

He chase a bitch but I was chose

I only think of you, on two occasions

That's when I'm drunk and when I'm blazin' up

My Filipino bitch she fly me to LA to fuck

I weigh my options, I'd rather be cookin' cuttin' and weighin' up

Bitch, it's Gibbs!

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