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Yeah, y’all need to go head and give it up/
Y’all actin like I don’t be fucking all these beats up/
The layer cake with the fresh coffee/
Underground skill same level as Sean and Aubrey’s/(Free R.O.B.)
But if we reside at different levels of the atmosphere/
I’m turned down you gotta listen if you want to hear/
These omoplata verses, take your breath away/
No more delay, its time, I gotta find a way/
I need a flight, non stop, Huntington to Denver/
A couple O’s in the penthouse to control my temper/
A couple hoes from Penthouse hooking up my dinner/
I’m on the balcony vaping wearing comfortable slipper/(Free R.O.B.)
Yeah, but I’m just dreaming though/
Cause I’m at home Friday night my money running low/
It’s kind of sad I’m waiting on this tax refund/
Just to get a couple days when I don’t feel like a bum/(Free R.O.B.)
And I’m almost out of cigarettes/
My moneys spent before they even deposit the check/
And yet I’m still in debt, but I’m taking bets/
That the best part of my life i haven’t seen yet/(Free R.O.B.)
I’m bout to Bob Ross this landscape
And make these happy little trees with this wet paint
Wait…lets take a tiny little station break….
I’m moving round…up and down in this layer cake
Got no illusions of Bonnaroo’s main stage/
But I’ll write a hit song on anybody’s blank page/
They say that writings where the moneys at anyway/
And I will take fortune over fame anyday/
All the ladies that kept me inside of the friend zone/
They hanging around and they acting like some nymphos/
Now tell the groupies that I’m not in the mood/
I’m reminiscing back in the day when I wasn’t this cool/(Free R.O.B.)
This confidence was all that I really needed/
Now add some weed I guarantee I can not be defeated/
The quality is shining through and I’m thinking they see it/
If you ain’t focused you can turn around and fucking beat it/
Cause…
Your stuffs expensive that’s cool but I don’t give a shit/
I’d rather marvel at the stars with a hippie chick/
And I believe in karma and mine is feeling flawless/
I never stop man I just take good pauses/ (Free R.O.B.)
I mimic something they impressed by/
I started late but this race ain’t about the finish line/
I’m looking round while I’m running yeah I’m just taking time/
They look over your shoulder and I pass them from behind/(Free R.O.B.)
This year I’ll make these motherfuckers feel it/
I should have started grinding earlier like Rob Dyrdek/
This flow is well aged yeah I spilling a good vintage
I’m feeling cocky my conscience is like „Yeah that’s the spirit”/ (Free R.O.B.)
Opportunity through the peep hole/
My future beautiful like Lupita Nyongo/ (Free R.O.B.)
I’m doing numbers like it’s bingo/
Making shit dropping chips like its plinko/
I’m on some other shit homeboy/
I hope you share all of my spits with your homeboy/
I’m moving up in the layer cake and it’s nothing sweet/
Its time to level up…Free R.O.B./
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