[Produced by Madlib][Chorus: Lenny White]They often see what we can’t seeWearing a smileYou never have the time to frownDreamer of peace!Spread some joy[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]Yo, you ain't shit if you ain't never struggledYou gotta put in hard work before you flex your musclesI see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzleYou ain't gotta like my work—shit, respect my hustleI was a solid-hearted mind before I had to grindMy swagger fine, I never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymesDiamond in the rough, give it time, you'll find your light and shineThis little light of mine, these are our highest timesBut my third eye divine, I see my skies alignedI feel like one with the moon, but that's some other shitI stopped caring how people see me, and I'm loving itBut no desire for your input, I does my shitSay what you want, but know my ignorance is fucking bliss[Chorus: Lenny White]They often see what we can't seeWearing a smileYou never have the time to frownWearing a smile[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]Pardon the scentsChecking press releases off the beeper like a pimpSmang and leave her off the strength, threw his demons off the cliffThe scenic route below, tires screaming in the mistAnd like the key open the door, I twist—The weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shitBe easy, akh, or three hit 'em right where his shoulder sitManeuver through the swamp like a four-wheelerHitting it quickly after a coarse greetingLeave like the father I never had, or a low CaesarThe son he had but ain't never wanted, like cold pizzaSkull and bones out the same closet I grow reeferThe team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces[Chorus: Lenny White & Freddie Gibbs]They often see what we can't seeTell that nigga I play the harmonica on this shitWearing a smileYou never have the time to frownAlright, I don't want no one-take you though, here we goWearing a smile[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]Uhh, fuck every rapper and his entourageFuck up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguardsNothin' but Cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garageMake foreign bread, get some morning head on the AutobahnFaces, smiling faces, they keep me motivatedAnd I got plenty fans, but I ain't shit without my hatersKnow this pussy A&R that threw some bullshit 'cross the tableThe next year, I still be rappin' and he be fired from his label, damnBitch, I'm in the mob, I always got a jobBreakin' down the Keisha, gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quadBrett Favre for the zone, five bands for the wholeWrist piece solid gold, neckpiece arctic frozeGive you the smarts and the parts and arts of regarding hoesHe 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' upMy Filipino bitch, she fly me to L.A. to fuckI weigh my options, I'd rather be cookin', cuttin', and weighin' upBitch! It's Gibbs![Chorus: Lenny White]They often see what we can't seeWearing a smileYou never have the time to frownWearing a smile[Outro]What the fuck?They spend 2 million, 3 million dollars on some bullshitThey brought in some pussy-ass niggas to make some weak-ass beatsThey hear you rap and you getting fuckedYou getting, like, a TLC deal"Don't go chasing waterfallsPlease 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, manMan, man, man, that shit, I ain't understandNiggas don't understand, where this shit done came from, manThere was pimping, there was crackNiggas was robbing, a lot of robbing man! And this shit thenAnd the muthafucka here rapping mayneYou niggas don't understand mayneYou bitch niggas, you can't be talking about no shitAin't heard no shit, know what I mean?I'm from the school of the ski-maskDo do, do do, do do, do do!
