robb bank$ - intro (falconia) lyrics
[intro]
my n+gga mooxe
yeah
[verse 1:]
as dawn arises, i start to think about it
the ruins of the tower of conviction, my n+ggas 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 f+ck we made it out it?
pour up the mud, we made it out it
i could make bout 4 pints out it
all the money in the world can’t compare to one 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’ b+tch
still don’t record sh+t, 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 sh+t 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 a prostitute been takin care of his casca
phantom of the oprera
i’m lookin like griffith, whichever angle you watch
[interlude/beat switch:]
in this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
is it like the hand of god hovering ab+
[verse 2:]
sacrifices in this b+tch (yeah)
sacrifice that p+ssy, sacrifices on the wrist (yeah)
sacrifice your momma, brother, sister and your kids (yuh)
femto ain’t no family man, i’ll sacrifice that b+tch (yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a nina in this b+tch, i got a nina in this b+tch (yuh)
i put my p+n+s on that b+tch (mwah, mwah)
i’m sending n+ggas to they deaths (sset)
mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, b+tch, kiss of death, yeah
godhand, i’m blessed up, don’t take no disrespect, yeah
pinchin pennies, i ain’t finna turn crip in my late 20’s (yuh)
n+gga, i ain’t finna be 31 on the block tryna roll 20’s (sset)
y’all ain’t gon’ care ’til i k!ll him in the club bein’ petty, huh? (sset, mwah)
i be tryna shoot the club up everytime i’m in the club (yuh)
i ain’t never seen the love, you ain’t never seen me run
you ain’t seen me in the [?], but you seen an angel (mwah)
you want salvation
you want a fam, ain’t it? (sset)
you want a wife, ain’t it? (sset)
but you got hoes chasin’ (sset)
you got court dates and (yuh), you got a pole, ain’t it? (yuh)
they tryna get you out the way, but you ain’t gon’ let em, ain’t it?
f+ck no!
you the golden child, you went through this pain for your row (yuh)
your hood, your block, where n0body gon’ make it out (yeah, yeah, yeah, sset)
you the golden child, and these f+ck n+ggas just wasn’t outside enough
you the chosen one, feel like i got a face on my tongue (mwah)
got a stoner b+tch that like to hide all of her weed, weed
if the p+ssy pink, i might f+ck it on the sink, sink (yeah)
pour syrup in chamomile tea, stir, stir, sip
i ain’t no snake, and i’m fresh as snape, slytherin is what i speak
[outro]
mwah
falconia, lil’ b+tch (mwah)
yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah
yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah
yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah
mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah mwah
xan with the lean is a combination, you f+ck n+ggas is the inspiration, like
yeah, yeah+yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mwah
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