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Robes - Alex Goose Remix
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Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
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And without further ado They guys and I are gonna like [?] [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 [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, I could three-hit 'em right where his shoulder sit Maneuver through the swamp like a four-wheeler Hitting it quickly a coarse greeting Leave like the fatheafter r 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 [Freddie Gibbs] Ay, tell that nigga I play the harmonica on this shit Alright, I don't want no one take though, here we go [Freddie Gibbs] Uh, uck 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, neckpiece 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! Well, um, I guess it's all about to come to an end here
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