Eddie Kane (OG Version) ScHoolboy Q (Ft. Dem Jointz)

[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!