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Letra : THE MOMENT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING 4
It's been years
Where is Robb Bank$?
What happened to him?
How many more years do we have to wait?
F**k Robb Bank$
He's never gonna drop Falconia
Drop the f**king 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
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 f**k 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' b*t*h
Still don't record sh*t, 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 a** 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 sh*t 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 a** on?
Mwah (I am Griffith, and you are?)
Not to mention, he gotta find out that a prost**ute been taking care of his Casca
Phantom of The Opera
I'm looking like Griffith, whichever angle you watching
In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental ent**y or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?
This sh*t 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
I shoot at these n***as, I shoot at these b*t*hes
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 sh*t 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 f**k n***as called 12 off the cell phone
All my neighbors wonder if I pimp or I sell dope
B*t*hes 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 d**k on camera, Mukbang
Shave the pu**y bald, I don't sl*t-shame
I hit that b*t*h on camera, made her love me
OnlyFans ring light, wanna sub me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made her sell that pu**y like an NFT
R. Kelly, b*t*h, I'm stepping for love
Somebody's getting shot in this club
This sh*t 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)
Where is Robb Bank$?
What happened to him?
How many more years do we have to wait?
F**k Robb Bank$
He's never gonna drop Falconia
Drop the f**king 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
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 f**k 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' b*t*h
Still don't record sh*t, 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 a** 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 sh*t 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 a** on?
Mwah (I am Griffith, and you are?)
Not to mention, he gotta find out that a prost**ute been taking care of his Casca
Phantom of The Opera
I'm looking like Griffith, whichever angle you watching
In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental ent**y or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?
This sh*t 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
I shoot at these n***as, I shoot at these b*t*hes
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 sh*t 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 f**k n***as called 12 off the cell phone
All my neighbors wonder if I pimp or I sell dope
B*t*hes 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 d**k on camera, Mukbang
Shave the pu**y bald, I don't sl*t-shame
I hit that b*t*h on camera, made her love me
OnlyFans ring light, wanna sub me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made her sell that pu**y like an NFT
R. Kelly, b*t*h, I'm stepping for love
Somebody's getting shot in this club
This sh*t 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)
