[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, 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
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
[Bridge: Dem Jointz]
Open Eddie Kane for hire, huh!
Been tryna get rich for hours (Well, we-ell)
Nights like this I wish
Cocaine drops would fall
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Yo! Yo, yo
Eddie Kane ain't closed, baby powdered nose
I was ten at store the homies taking starter coats
Pistol clearing out the crowd, way before I had a show, hah
Copy! Cook it, rock it, bop it!
'Cause I'm broke looking dirty, hope I die before I'm thirty, uh
Robbing, the killers gettin murdered, I give and go when I serve ya
After curfew, I know, behind a bush on your porch
Your chain getting borrowed, gotta re-up tomorrow
Figg still goin' get it, I break it down like a chemist
Here I'm rhymin' the seventies, crack rock was the eighties
Reason ya moms out lately
Reason ya brother's a crack baby
In the nineties sellin' pills to the thousands
I'm young Eddie! Hah!
[Bridge: Dem Jointz]
Open Eddie Kane for hire
Been tryna get rich for hours (Well, we-ell)
Nights like this I wish
Cocaine drops would fall
Woo!
[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
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 carats
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
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) Ugh
[Bridge: Dem Jointz]
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?
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
[Outro]
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