Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane

Blank Face, tre eight, 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 the drop, I need the 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

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 hell bound, 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 eight, 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 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 the drop, I need the Blank Face






Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come

Body language's the same as when the shots rung

Holding a .38 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 winning?)

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 ain't heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing

I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'

Eff y'all, forever hate me

As I sit here 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, yeah, 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, huh

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, huh!

Been tryna get rich for hours

Nights like this I wish

Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo...






Yo, uh, yo, uh

Need a car with no mileage

Kristoff on my palate, my cigar full of cabbage

Came from the dirt to the carrots

Getting dirty dollars, four different baby mommas

Dope between the speakers, so fuck you, Mr. Teacher

'
Cause the paper, I ace it, lead, they tried to erase it

But I'm still standing, they mad and everything

Nothing given, I'ma take it first

On the trees like a hammock, flip the work behind the campus

Young Groovy turn your hood into a movie (into a movie...)

Gang bangin', dope slangin'

GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up

Fuck tryna sneak the K in, on the road to riches

Thank you Mr. Reagan, you helped them dollars rake in

And to my uncle that fucked up the family

That shit that you was smokin', I was pushin', residue lie on the cushion

I'ma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings

And your proof is in the pudding

I'm just grandma's baby, Eddie Kane

(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane) Uh






Standing in the white light

And we on! And is there any other smokers in here? Huh!

And we on! And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on! And is there any other smokers in here? Huh!

Keys open doors on the road to my heart

Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high, and I know

What makes the world go 'round, go 'round? Woohoo

What makes the world go 'round, go 'round? Woohoo

Woo, woohoo






Walk right into the light

Getting a feeling in the night (Woohoo)

Vengeance comes, spite for spice (Woohoo)

You're my only Christ

I have only eyes for you (Woohoo)

I have only eyes for you

Your soul is mine

Your soul is mine

Mine, mine, mine, mine