Robes Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

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 

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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 

Photos 

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!