Blankface, Trey 8, kill everybody, * a 8K Sell narcotics, I step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push our limits, you look intimidated, back off Punk ass cops who crack us, want us with our black off Thug life niggas, it's 96, I want the gang bang Two years later, I'm really from it, we was still kids Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty till the shell break * my image, I need the drop, I need the blank face Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keep it to waste Sell narcotics, I'm slinging diamonds with your Pac-Man Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone Came four figures, I make deposit with the gold ring Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on All bad bitches, they wanna * me with the cap on Real life nigga, I'm in the stu to all the weed blown Wait long long, I hit the dope behind a cell phone Y'all don't hear me, I want the money right Ruby Tony, no face killer, I see the money right Slay face, clear everything out for safe, crack the pig bank Robbing your kids too, my heart an igloo The devil in all blue Die now, go to heaven and bring him through Lot of brown round here, got that white girl for you And she's swimming in fire water, clippy double digits Gibson through your civic most, die before they hear Turn a nigga to a spirit, drive slow Hit the curb with shattered mirrors Look around, now you're hell bound, boogie down Bullshit I won't allow, sling a burn every hour Smack a nigga with the heat, contradicting the AP Leave a triple six lying under feet Can you dig it, schnooker match that won't finish Drop a nigga off, get a nigga whipped Squeezing fingertips, hey Blank face, Trey Ace, kill everybody, * an AK Sell narcotics, I step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push our limits, you look intimidated Back off, punk ass cops, some crackers want us with our black off Thug like niggas, it's 96, I want the gang bang Few years later, I'm really from it, we was still kids Crack off nigga, I'm squeezing empty till the shell break * my image, I need the drop, I need the blank face Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come Body language the same as when the shots rung Hole in the 38 in a shotgun Real nigga, we all know you are not one I'm running with the rebels, I'm a three man weave With the lord and the devil, really all I need To pitch, fork, and a shovel if I can't proceed And I resort to the metal Getting high watching NBA league pass With your family at the re-pass 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 nothing or in between nothing F y'all forever hate me as I sit there while they interrogate me I'm staring at them with the blank face Unh, unh, unh Top rap nigga, yeah the money came with it, huh New bitch with me, hoes the booty came with it, came with it *, your glimpse 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 gon' die I know, I know, big guns, sell dope Eddie Cain's lil' bro, honey cake, one whip, hey Opened Eddie Cain for hire, yeah Been trying to get rich for hours Nights like this I wish Cocaine drops were *! Yow, unh Yow, unh Need the car with no mileage, Cristal for my palate My cigar full of cabbage came from the dirt to the carrots Gettin' thirty dollars for different baby mamas Dunked between the speakers, so * you Mr. Teacher Leg tried to erase it, but I'm still standing The matinee thing, nothin' givin', I'ma take it first On the trees like a hammock, got to work beyond the campus Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie Gang bangin', dope slangin', GTA-ing Shoot the whole club, mo'fuckas tryna sneak the gang On the road to riches, thank you Mr. Reagan You helped the dollars rankin', and to my uncle that * up the family That * that you was smokin', I was pushin' Residue lie on the cushion, I'ma blame it on your ass Cause I ain't gettin' whoopin's, and your pooper's in the pudding I'm the Scrammer's baby, Eddie King Standing in the white light, and we gone There's as many as the smokers in here And we gone, there's as many as the smokers in here And we gone, there's as many as the smokers in here Keys open doors, so the road a mile high Dreams on the floor, better niggas stay high And I know, what makes the world go round and round What makes the world go round and round If you want to watch the light Let me fill your lonely nights Cause when your ghost is made for spice You're my only Christ I hate the soul that lies I have only eyes for you But your soul ain't mine Your soul is mine *