Earl Sweatshirt, Freddie Gibbs, Domo Genesis - Robes lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Earl Sweatshirt, Freddie Gibbs, Domo Genesis - Robes lyrics]
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!
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!