Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane-Schoolboy Q&Jadakiss
Blank Face tre 8 kill everybody fuck an AK
Sell narcotics and step my dollars up
to Bill Gates
Push all limits you lookin' timid
need to back off
Punk-ass cops
them crackers want us with our black off
Thug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bang
Few years later
I'm really from it we were still kids
Crack off nigga
I'm squeezing empty 'til the shell break
Fuck my image I need to drop
I need to Blank Face
Cause brain damage from my mechanics
keeping two ways
Sell narcotics
I'm slanging diamonds with your pack then
Stack large commas
you with your riders with your backbone
Can't fold figures
I make deposits with the gold grin
Jeans look dirty
I lift the Chevy with the rims on
All bad bitches
they wanna fuck me with the cap gone
Real life nigga
I'm in the stu' 'til all the weed blown
Wait long long
I hid the dope behind the cellphone
Y'all don't hear me
I want the money right
Ugh Groovy Tony no face killer
I see the money right ugh
Yeah I'm (Blank Face)
Clear everything out the safe
Crack the pig bank
robbin' your kids too
My heart an igloo
the devil in all blue huh
Die now go to heaven or bring 'em through
Lot of brown 'round here
got that white girl for you
And she swimming in fire water
could be double digits
Pistol through your Civic
Most die before they hear it
turn a nigga to a spirit
Drive slow oh hey
hit the curb with shattered mirrors
Look around now you're hellbound boogie down
Bullshit I won't allow
slang a bird every hou'
Smack a nigga with the heat
Contradicting now you peace
Leave you triple six laying in defeat
Can you dig it?
Struck a match they won't finish
Drop a nigga off get a nigga whipped
Squeezing fingertips aye
Blank Face tre 8 kill everybody fuck an AK
Sell narcotics
and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
Push all limits you lookin' timid
need to back off
Punk ass cops them crackers
want us with our black off
Thug life nigga since '96 I want the gang bang
Few years later I'm really from it
we were still kids
Crack off nigga
I'm squeezing empty 'til the shell break
Fuck my image I need to drop
Exactly what I'mma have when the cops come
Body languages
the same as when the shots rung
hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun
Real nigga we all know you are not one nah
Running with the rebels
it's a three-man weave
With the Lord and the devil
Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel
If I can't proceed then I resort
to the metal (Blank face)
Getting high watching NBA League Pass(Who with?)
With your family at the re-pass(My condolences)
My heart's getting colder
When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder
You notice I got the (blank face)
I heard nothing I ain't seen nothing
I ain't in the middle with nothin'
no in between nothin'
F y'all for ever hating me
As I sit there while they interrogate me
I'm staring at 'em with the (blank face)
Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh
New bitch with me
hope the booty came with it came with it
Uh rims flying down the road huh
Five in the morning
feds knockin' on my door huh
Toilet full of dope
while my burner knee high
Tell me put the gun down
I'm probably gonna die
I know I know big guns sell dope
Eddie Kane's little bro
hundred k one whip hah
Open Eddie Kane for hire
Been tryna get rich for hours
Nights like this I wish
Cocaine drops would fall
woo woo woo woo...
Yo uh yo uh
Need the car with no mileage
Kristoff on my pallet
My cigar full of cabbage
Came from the dirt to the carrots
Getting dirty dollars
Fuck different baby mommas
Dope between the speakers
So fuck you mister teacher
Cause the paper I ace it
Lead they tried to erase it
But I'm still standing
They mad at everything
Nothing given I'mma take it first
On the trees like a hammock
Flip the work behind the campus
Young Ruby
turn your hood into a movie(into a movie)
Gang bang it don't slang it
GTA-ing shoot the whole club up
Fuck tryna sneak the K in
On the road to riches
Thank you Mister Reagan
You helped them dollars rake in
And to my uncle that hooked up the family
That shit that you was smokin'
I was pushin' residue like on the cushion
I'mma blame it on your ass
cause I ain't gettin' whoopings
And your proof is in the pudding
I'm his grandma's baby Eddie Kane
(Eddie Kane Eddie Kane)
Standing in the white light and we on
And is there any other smokers in here?
And we on
And is there any other smokers in here?
And we on
Is there any other smokers in here?
Keys open doors on the road to my heart
Dreams on the floor bet a nigga stay high
And I know....
We're next to go around around around
We're next to go around around around
Walk right into the light
Getting a feeling in the night
spice
You're my only Christ
I have only eyes for you
I have only eyes for you
Your soul is mine
Your soul is mine
Mine mine mine mine
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