Robes 7.20.19 (Madlib Remix)

[Verse 1]

I'm casting off all the bad resolve
Like all the slackers that's acting hard
Bitch, I'm after y'all
I half admit I been packing bombs to get passed your walls
But walls you built ain't the hands of God
Bitch, they have to fall
Cast them off
Can't pass baton I slap the frauds with
Rapping hardly honest but all you rappers is fraudulent
Packing all this on me is honestly just exhausting
Started Asher Roth
Evolved to Action Bronson
You want charge?
I spar and spark conflict
Sneakers off, walking Japanese on my carpet
Teach you some', talk and hit my weed
Y'all exulted
Peace and love not gon' kill the beast till y'all want it
It beats you dumb
When they hear you breathe
Their piece eat you up
So either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I'd rather mack with two bottles of Pinot
Than falsely give off the notion my people been suppressing my ego
And Mama told me that evil always over your earlobe
So I hear them speak on dinero
Then dispose like a hero
My shit always been premo
But still it's "fuck a Grammy"
The mission's class and family
Jumped out the rocket and seen my star in my spot
I'm gon' lock it in so they actually happy
I don't let xans relax me
I put m madness passed me
Or at least on the back burner to rap murder
The trash make me take tracks further than Nat Turner
Amassed all of these raps working my ass certain
Imma pass herds of you rappers swerving and crash burning
Facts

[Verse 3]

Call it picaro
How I steal the show
Like on "Piccolo"
I'm in the zone
Then I hit shit home
They wan' get the rope
Twist the hole
Have it fit my dome
Niggas stupid
Use a different flow
Something you ain't used to
Shit ain't difficult
Been a joke, but it bumps though
Till we hear about the hundredth time you in a gun store
Or your money
Or you wore the clothes your brother plug stole
Till it's funny niggas zoe you for another plus phone
On the bus home
Fuck it though
Cutthroat niggas love strolls
Hope ain't something niggas just hand out
Unless the timing perfect ain't no such thing as planned clout
Don't stand down
It's your decision to stand out or max doubt
Niggas is bitches, they pass out the last round
Hands out for the cowards
I manned out the hours
Still hope that you understand I practiced passed my prowess
Still wanna be the man that my parents actually proud of
Still wanna be they power
Wouldn't be here without them
So how come I shouldn't outrun
Anyone before like Malcolm
Understand the outcome
I'm allowing really 'bout them