Robes

They often see what we can’t see
Wearing a smile
You never have the time to frown
Dreamer of peace!
Spread some joy

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

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never have the time to frown
Wearing a smile

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

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

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!

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never have the time to frown
Wearing a smile

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!