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)