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Blank Face tre eight kill everybody fuck an AKSell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill GatesPusH all limits you lookin' timid need to back offPunk-ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black offTHug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bangFew years later I'm really from it we were still kidsCrack off nigga I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell breakFuck my image I need to drop I need to Blank FaceCause brain damage from my mecHanics keeping two waysSell narcotics I'm slanging diamonds witH your pack tHenStack large commas you witH your riders witH your backboneCan't fold figures I make deposits witH tHe gold grinJeans look dirty I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims onAll bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap goneReal life nigga I'm in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blownWait long long I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHoneY'all don't Hear me I want tHe money rigHt ugHGroovy Tony no face killer I see tHe money rigHt ugHBlank Face clear everytHing out tHe safeCrack tHe pig bank robbin' your kids tooMy Heart an igloo tHe devil in all blue HuHDie now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougHLot of brown 'round Here got tHat wHite girl for youAnd sHe swimming in fire water could be double digitsPistol tHrougH your CivicMost die before tHey Hear it turn a nigga to a spiritDrive slow oH HeyHit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrorsLook around now you're Hellbound boogie downBullsHit I won't allow slang a bird every Hou'Smack a nigga witH tHe HeatContradicting now you peaceLeave you triple six laying in defeatCan you dig it?Struck a matcH tHey won't finisHDrop a nigga off get a nigga wHippedSqueezing fingertips ayeBlank Face tre eight kill everybody fuck an AKSell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill GatesPusH all limits you lookin' timid need to back offPunk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black offTHug life nigga since '96 I want tHe gang bangFew years later I'm really from it we were still kidsCrack off nigga I'm squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell breakFuck my image I need to drop I need to Blank FaceExactly what I'mma have when the cops comeBody language's the same as when the shots rungHolding a thirty-eight and a shotgunReal nigga we all know you are not one nahRunning with the rebels it's a three-man weaveWith the Lord and the devilReally all I need is a pitchfork and a shovelIf I can't proceed then I resort to the metal Blank FaceGetting high watching NBA League Pass Who with?With your family at the re-pass My condolencesMy heart's getting colderWhen I hug your mom and look over her shoulderYou notice I got the Blank FaceI heard nothing I ain't seen nothingI ain't in the middle with nothin' no in between nothin'F y'all for ever hating meAs I sit there while they interrogate meI'm staring at 'em with the Blank FaceTop rack nigga and tHe money came with it HuHNew bitcH witH me Hope tHe booty came witH itCame witH it uH yeaH rims flying down the road HuHFive in tHe morning feds knockin' on my door HuHToilet full of dope wHile my burner knee HigHTell me put the gun down I'm probably gonna dieI know I know big guns sell dopeEddie Kane's little bro Hundred k one wHip HaHOpen Eddie Kane for HireBeen tryna get ricH for HoursNigHts like tHis I wishCocaine drops would fall woo woo woo wooYo uH yo uHNeed the car with no mileageKristoff on my palateMy cigar full of cabbageCame from tHe dirt to tHe carrotsGetting dirty dollarsFuck different baby mommasDope between the speakersSo fuck you mister teacHerCause the paper I ace itLead tHey tried to erase itBut I'm still standingTHey mad at everytHingNotHing given I'mma take it firstOn tHe trees like a HammockFlip the work beHind the campusYoung Ruby turn yourHood into a movie into a movieGang bang it don't slang itGTA-ing shoot the wHole club upFuck tryna sneak the K inOn tHe road to ricHesTHank you Mister ReaganYou Helped tHem dollars rake inAnd to my uncle tHat Hooked up the familyTHat sHit tHat you was smokin'I was pusHin' residue like on tHe cushionI'mma blame it on your asscause I ain't gettin' wHoopingsAnd your proof is in tHe puddingI'm His grandma's baby Eddie KaneEddie Kane Eddie KaneStanding in tHe wHite light and we onAnd we onAnd is tHere any otHer smokers in Here?And we onAnd is tHere any otHer smokers in Here?And we onIs tHere any otHer smokers in Here?Keys open doors on tHe road to my HeartDreams on tHe floor bet a nigga stay HighAnd I knowWe're next to go around around aroundWe're next to go around around aroundWalk right into tHe ligHtGetting a feeling in the nigHtspiceYou're my only ChristI Have only eyes for youI Have only eyes for youYour soul is mineYour soul is mineMine mine mine mine