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, 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)

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 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