It's been years
Where is Robb Bank$?
What happened to him?
How many more years do we have to wait?
Fuck Robb Bank$
He's never gonna drop the tape
Drop the fucking album
It's been 3 years
Where is Falconia?
Where is Robb Bank$?
Drop Falconia
Where is Falconia?
(I think I might be happy)
My nigga MooXe
Yeah
As dawn arises, I start to think about
The ruins of the Tower Of Conviction, my niggas gathered 'round it
We went through the storm and let the rain hide it when we cry
Nightmares, short deals turned to 5 star meals, how the fuck we made it out it?
Pour up the mud, we made it out of
I could make bout 4 pints out it
All the money in the world can't compare to 1 me, and all my riders reunited
Yeah, phew (Griffith, is it already [?] up to him?)
But the reunion short-lived, just like they whole careers
I got a 12-inch I be pullin' out on my lil' bitch
Still don't record shit, I'm too playa for all the spectators watchin'
While you be takin' advantage of all my likeness
Simple-minded, this ain't weakness, this kindness
You bit the hand that feeds you, now your ass starvin'
Mwah (Griffith! Mind if we get em?)
I been caught up with way too many problems
He want it all, he had to put true love behind him
And he ain't tryna lose, he keep a pistol for the robbers
He got everything he need right here except kindness (At least you're honest)
Yeah, mwah (Griffith said not to interfere)
He knew they ain't love him, it was only for the moment
He felt like shit when he found out she wasn't honest
How he finna feel when he find out she got options, and he ain't poppin', and he need to get his ass on?
Mwah (I am Griffith, and you are?)
Not to mention, he gotta find out that a prostitute been takin care of his Casca
Phantom Of The Opera
I'm lookin like Griffith, whichever angle you watch
In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?
This shit all hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
'Rari doin donuts
Make her do a toe touch
Got the game sewed up
Pour a 4 in my soda
I shoot at these niggas, I shoot at these bitches
I gave her the Kumete to fight to the finish
I popped a [?] and I fought to the death
I rock with an extension as long as your pension
I start waving it 'round, and it look like I'm fencing
I shoot up the Airbnb that you renting
I talk all my shit then, send 'em to heaven
I'm 43 seconds away from ascending
I know all the trappers, trappers, trappers
I know all the scammers, scammers, scammers (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Aye, pull up on a nigga like Pampers, Pampers
Ring on my fingers, Green Lantern, Lantern (SSETT, SSETT)
Swerve to the left, got the answers, answers
20 on his head, they gon' clap him, clap him (Raaah)
Way less, and they smack you, smack you (Yuh, yuh)
Shot at that boy feet, he turned to a dancer (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
10-4, 10-4, these fuck niggas call 12 out the cell phone
All my labels wonder if I pimp or I sell dope
Bitches in and out at my crib, smell like Za' smoke
I got 3 Columbians in my bed, feel like Pablo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah)
All them niggas went left when the dust came
Let her eat the dick on camera, Mukbang
Shave the pussy bald, I don't slutshame
Eat the pussy on camera, made her love me
OnlyFans ring light, wanna sub me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sell her pussy like an NFT
R. Kelly, bitch, I'm steppin for love
Somebody's gettin shot in this club
This shit all hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
'Rari doin donuts
Make her do a toe touch (Mwah)
Got the game sowed up
Pour a 4 in my soda (Mwah)
