Robes song by Freddie Gibbs & Madlib from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Gangsta Rap, Rap, West Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Robes Meaning
| [[Produced by Madlib] [Chorus: Lenny White] They often see what we can’t see Wearing a smile You never have the time to frown Dreamer of peace! Spread some joy [Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Yo, you ain’t shit if you ain’t never 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 But 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 [Chorus: Lenny White] They often see what we can’t see Wearing a smile You never have the time to frown Wearing a smile , [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Pardon the scents Checking press releases off the beeper like a pimp Smang and leave her 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, akh, or three hit ’em right where his shoulder sit Maneuver through 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 [Chorus: Lenny White & Freddie Gibbs] They often see what we can’t see Tell that nigga I play the harmonica on this shit Wearing a smile You never have the time to frown Alright, I don’t want no one-take you though, here we go Wearing a smile [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Uhh, 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 The 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, neckpiece arctic froze Give you the smarts and the parts and arts of 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 L.A. to fuck I weigh my options, I’d rather be cookin’, cuttin’, and weighin’ up Bitch! It’s Gibbs! , [Chorus: Lenny White] They often see what we can’t see Wearing a smile You never have the time to frown Wearing a smile [Outro] What the fuck? They spend 2 million, 3 million dollars on some bullshit They brought in some pussy-ass niggas to make some weak-ass beats They hear you rap and you getting fucked You getting, like, a TLC deal “Don’t go chasing waterfalls Please stick to them dicks and balls that you’re used to,” you bitch! Fuck you niggas, and who you fucking with man? I’m “’bout it ’bout it,” you know why I say that? ‘Cause I got a Master P deal: 85% What, you don’t believe it? Check my royalty statement, bitch! You better get on iTunes and buy that shit ‘Cause I don’t give a fuck, fuck this shit, man Man, man, man, that shit, I ain’t understand Niggas don’t understand, where this shit done came from, man There was pimping, there was crack Niggas was robbing, a lot of robbing man! And this shit then And the muthafucka here rapping mayne You niggas don’t understand mayne You bitch niggas, you can’t be talking about no shit Ain’t heard no shit, know what I mean? I’m from the school of the ski-mask Do do, do do, do do, do do!] |
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