Caprio - Robes

Their whole opinion like, follow the leader
I'm sitting here like fuck your procedure
Imma turn right and use the left blinker
Imma pack a strobe light just to see a seizure
Haters talking shit like they ain't in the bleachers
Like they forgot they rather get these tickets cheaper
Recalled like e-coli in the reefer
Sleeping on us like they been sipping on some ether
Say you'll take us serious with a feature like "Please sir", thought
I addressed this in the single

Fuck their opinion, just want to hear someone say I saved them
No more boy you played 'em
Phenomenon under duress
Get some rest, not until Jaco the best
No more contest, the time I invest
Is for you to be impressed, feel blessed
That I'm still obsessed, after nightmares of the test
Long nights to take my name off the guest
Tired of waiting, realized how close I was to Satan
I ain't hating, I'm just saying, I'm just praying
Staying away from the pride I was chasing
Lost the feeling to make you feel something
Stunting, trumping, I ain't never needed nothing

I don't really know what cloth we were cut from
No colors, they wonder where the fuck we done come from
Under my breath I'm like shut up
They like woah, woah, woah
I'm like shut the fuck up man
They like woah man, that's cold man
Then don't go there, or bring a coat man
I really don't care, I think you should know that

I ain't like y'all, picking out the bones trying to make the scale teeter
Fishy motherfuckers think their input is needed
But keep in mind I'm the author, you a reader
Your opinions are feeble and your reasons are weaker
It's my voice coming out your speaker
Imma chop it how I want it, like I'm the one with the cleaver
My demeanor getting old boy
You ain't bring a coat imma spit on you and give you a fever
You can call this a detour, I ain't rolling up in a Beamer
Motherfucker I'm running to the bank finna break in these sneakers

I said I never needed nothing
But then I needed to say something
Doing shit that ain't based in numbing
More shit to help the person I'm becoming
Stay real with myself and keep hunting
Do me long past seasons coming
Till Jesus comes out double Desert Eagle busting
Drop the baggage I've been lugging
I got the script, don't need a scripter
Gotta paint the picture, it could always be bigger
I ain't playing with 'em, fuck what they think of me, get my robes on
Can't help but think this shit could really mean something

Price was high
But I got my robes on
Now I'm sick and tired
Ill and in a coma
Lit on fire, and still getting colder
Hitting iron, finish when it's golden
Webs of a spider, liar
Lies have been woven, spoken
Say it's required, quiet
The act never over, over
C'mon boys, sing sing for the choir
C'mon boys independent ain't solo
Throw a dollar on tiles they gon' hope you bend over
I said I'm tired
Of these loose ends I really need 'em tied up
Like does pressure really create diamonds
We been getting cooked guess we'll see you when the time ends
Robes motherfucker

I don't really know what cloth we were cut from
No colors, they wonder where the fuck we done come from
Under my breath I'm like shut up
They like woah, woah, woah
I'm like shut the fuck up man
They like woah man, that's cold man
Then don't go there, or bring a coat man
I really don't care, I think you should know that

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

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