Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane

Blank Face tre 8
Kill everybody f**k an AK
Sell narcotics and step my dollars
Up to Bill Gates
PusH all limits you lookin' timid
Need to back off
Punk a*s cops tHem crackers
Want us witH our black off
THug life n***a since '96
I wanted to gang bang
Few years later I'm really from it
We were still kids
Crack off n***a I'm squeezing empty
'Til tHe sHell break
F**k 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 b***hes
THey wanna f**k me witH tHe cap gone
Real life n***a
I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe w**d blown
Wait long long
I Hid tHe d**e 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 n***a to a spirit
Drive slow oH Hey
Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors
Look around now you're Hellbound boogie down
Bulls**t I won't allow
Slang a bird every Hou'
Smack a n***a 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 n***a off
Get a n***a wHipped
Squeezing fingertips aye
Blank Face tre 8
Kill everybody f**k an AK
Sell narcotics and step my dollars
Up to Bill Gates
PusH all limits you lookin' timid
Need to back off
Punk a*s cops tHem crackers
Want us witH our black off
THug life n***a since '96
I want tHe gang bang
Few years later I'm really from it
We were still kids
Crack off n***a I'm squeezing empty
'Til tHe sHell break
F**k my image I need to drop
I need to 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 n***a 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 n***a and the money
Came with it huh
New b***h 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 d**e
While my burner knee high
Tell me put the gun down
I'm probably gonna die
I know I know big guns sell d**e
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
C*****e 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
F**k different baby mommas
D**e between the speakers
So f**k 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
F**k 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 s**t that you was smokin'
I was pushin' residue like on the cushion
I'mma blame it on your a*s
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 n***a 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
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