[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Aye, I'm blowing cancer clouds just to stunt

Reggaeton out the mouth of my plug

Over a mil for your deal, I bet you still ain't bought a gun

That random shit you call kush, look like it came with the swisher

All these Blues Clues pussies, random niggas done came into the picture, bitch

My lil' nigga whats up? When I got a scale out of bail

You want to see that shit for yourself? Well bring that ass to Slaughterdale

Side-note, bitch ain't know the empire you been reppin' all built on lies, hoe

I'm Bob the Builder 'bout mine, the way I make these tools talk

Sit on the hood of this designer, that a nigga that copped while out in Sri Lanka

Swear that the whole time you been talking, I just imagine laying beside ya'

Swear I be having myself convinced that I don't love these hoes

But be falling in love, with all the ones, that I dont take time to text on my phone

White lies, put a ease on her mind

She thought about giving me head while I drive, threw D's on her mind

So, one time yeah I been in love just one time

The other four, they ain't really count

I couldn't really call none of them mine, know what I'm talkin' bout?

And I'm fine with the guilt, all them spiritual women I had fucked with

Saying I should get out my head, experience love

But they ain't never want to take that shit past touching

No, won't say I love you, for such bluffs, there's repercussions

But no, the drum kit by my heart be the spot that you hear, in the percussion

Aye, why lie? She ain't my type, that's a given

But when I hit it from the back, boy we look good together

Yeah that girl complexion matte, and she smell like Chanel

You see my hand through that lace, of that Victoria, don't tell em', fuck boy

[Chorus: Phlo Finister]

I believe that I'm gonna stay

Once again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way

I believe that I'm gonna stay

Once again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

Sim simma

What's new? A nigga quit drinking liquor

But what's new, with you, 'cept that ass getting a lil' bigger

No disrespect to you

I admire that, in the old days, I might have liked that, but no-no

You can't stay in contact, no

I don't miss you, shit but I'll give it to you

You had it first, broke it first

I'd get a full clip, or credit to where ever it's deserved

When I came to, I had smanged two, to get over you

Shit, so from me to you, bitch, I'm saying thank you

Aye, I'm too good to these people, and they don't see shit

But the RSVP's from the DM

Boy I'll punch your VS so people only touch your DM

Should get the color right and get your bitch out my DM's

Aye, and all these niggas pussy, I can see they camel toe

And that four I poured just had me fucking you slow

Don't think for one second I made love to you ho

And you having her twist up your pine

Become equivalent to carbination, hoe

My eyes look hypnotized, bout how she rise, like when the Pokemon enable it back

Parsel tongue in her ear and get all up inside her

And keep in mind that nigga still a minor, but besides that

I drop my pants and release the Kraken, stick it in and massage that

Bitch look like an Odd Future fan, the way she roll her eyes back

[Chorus: Phlo Finister]

I believe that I'm gonna stay

Once again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way

I believe that I'm gonna stay

Once again that I'll find it my way, my way, my way