Groovy Tony / Eddie KaneScHoolboy Q

[Part 1: Groovy Tony, Produced by Tae Beast]

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Blank Face, trey-eight, kill everybody, fuck an AK
Sell narcotics, I step my dollars up to Bill Gates
Push all limits, you looking 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 was still kids
Crack off, nigga, I'm squeezing empties 'til the shell break
Fuck my image, I need the drop, I need the Blank Face

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
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
Way 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
Yo, Blank Face, clear everything out the safe
Crack the pig bank
Robbing your kids too, my heart an igloo
The devil in all blue, huh (Yeah)
Die now, go to Heaven, or bring 'em through
Lot of brown 'round here, got that white girl for you (Girl for you)
Ugh, and she swimming in firewater
Could be double digits (Ugh), piercing 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 every piece
Leave you triple-six laying in defeat, can you dig it?
Struck a match, they won't finish
Drop a nigga off (Off), get a nigga whipped
Squeezing fingertips, ayy (Ayy)

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Blank Face, trey-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

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come (Shh...)
Body language the same as when the shots rung (Yeah)
Holding a .38 and a shotgun (Woo)
Real nigga, we all know you are not one (Nah)
Running with the rebels (Ugh)
The three-man weave with the Lord and the Devil (Woo)
Really, all I need's a pitchfork and a shovel (Uh-huh)
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 (Mm)
I ain't in the middle of nothing nor in between nothing (Nothing)
Eff y'all, forever hate me
As I sit here while they interrogate me
I'm staring at 'em with the (Blank Face)

[Part 2: Eddie Kane, Produced by Dem Jointz]

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Ugh (Ugh)
Yeah

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Top-rack nigga, and the money came with it, huh
New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it
Came with it, ugh, yeah, rims flying down the road, huh
Five in the morning, feds knocking at 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, ahh!

[Bridge 1: Dem Jointz]
Open Eddie Kane for hire, huh! (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Been tryna get rich for hours (Hey, hey, yeah)
Nights like this, I wish...
Cocaine drops would fall
Woo, woo, woo, woo...

[Break: ScHoolboy Q]
Yo, ugh
Yo, ugh

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
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 mamas
Dope between the speakers
So fuck you, Mr. Teacher, 'cause the paper, I ace it
Lead, 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 (To 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 smoking, I was pushing
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) Ugh

[Bridge 2: Dem Jointz]
Standing in the white light
And we on! Is there any other smokers in here? Huh!
And we on! Is there any other smokers in here? (Ahh) Huh!
And we on! Is there any other smokers in here? (Ahh) Huh!
Keys open doors on the road to my heart (Ahh)
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 (Yeah)

[Outro: Candice Pillay]
Walk right into the light
Getting a feeling in the night (Woohoo)
Vengeance comes, spite for spice (Woohoo)
You're my only Christ
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