ScHoolboy Q — Eddie Kane OG Version

[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]