[Part 1]

[Intro]
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 Falconia
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 n***a MooXe
Yeah

[Verse]
As dawn arises, I start to think about
The ruins of the Tower of Conviction, all my n***as gathered around it
We went through the storm and let the rain hide it when we crying
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 don't compare to when me and all my riders reunited
Yeah, phew (Griffith, is it alright to leave up to him?)
But the reunion short-lived, just like they whole careers
I got a 12-inch I be putting up on my lil' bitch
Still don't record shit, I'm too playa for all the spectators watching
While you be taking advantage of all my likeness
Simple-minded, this ain't weakness, this kindness
You bit the hand that fed you, now your ass starving
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 them robbers
He got everything he need right here except condoms (At least you're honest)
Yeah, mwah (Griffith said not to interfere!)
He knew they ain't love him, they 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 not popping, 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 taking care of his Casca
Phantom of The Opera
I'm looking like Griffith, whichever angle you watching
[Interlude]
In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?

[Part 2]

[Chorus]
This shit all hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
'Rari doing donuts
Make her do a toe touch
Got the game sewed up
Pour a 4 in my soda

[Verse]
I shoot at these n***as, I shoot at these bitches
I gave her the Kumete, fight to the finish
I popped her inbox 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 n***a 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'll clap him, clap him (Raaah)
For way less, they'll smack you, smack you (Yuh, yuh)
Shot at that boy feet and he turned to a dancer (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
10-4, 10-4, these fuck n***as called 12 off the cell phone
All my neighbors wonder if I pimp or I sell dope
Bitches in and out at my crib, smell like Za' smoke
I got 3 Colombians in my bed, feel like Pablo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah)
All them n***as head left when the guns came
Let her eat the dick on camera, Mukbang
Shave the pussy bald, I don't slut-shame
I hit that bitch on camera, made her love me
OnlyFans ring light, wanna sub me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made her sell that pussy like an NFT
R. Kelly, bitch, I'm stepping for love
Somebody's getting shot in this club
[Chorus]
This shit all hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
All hustle, no luck
'Rari doing donuts
Make her do a toe touch (Mwah)
Got the game sowed up
Pour a 4 in my soda (Mwah)