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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heem B$F
Performer
Black Soprano Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raheem Trotter (Heem)
Songwriter
Marc Spano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Spano
Producer
DJ M80
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Why the fuck niggas always talkin' 'bout
They robbed this
And they shot that
I'm the fucking Caper Boy nigga shut the fuck up
I was selling hard raw middle of the trenches
Then I bought a sawed-off and took it on a mission
Knew I was a gangsta since my eighth grade detentions
Thoughts of going to prison 'cause I didn't want to listen
Whole month straight, I'm in in-school suspension
Started coming late, then a nigga went missing
If you can't relate, then you probably live different
I was crack pitching, hoodie on, door kicking
Some shit I want to change, and I could've did different
They tried to show me how, but I didn't pay attention
Learn the hard way, that's all they ever mention
From pissy hallways, I was tryna make a difference
Did some shady business, so niggas be suspicious
If it's a gangsta party, I was always in attendance
Got them turning heads when we walk through the entrance
Thirty niggas with pendants, killers and co-defendants
Put yo' hands up nigga
This a two-eleven hit
Kill everything moving, on some 187 shit
It ain't about money then that shit ain't relevant
Told me put the coke down, and I started selling it
One for the money and the love of the trenches
Two stay loyal spread love with my niggas
Run up seven figures and don't look back once
This hard work, I ain't had no luck
Huh, they know
Two shooters with me always better than one
He ain't tryna clip nothing, keep leaving his gun
We gon' look you in the face, so you can't even run
Told my nigga pump the brakes, he with his daughter and son
Know we sticking to the codes
No kids, no hoes
But we gon' leave him in his dome
When he get back home
On a real murder mission, so we leaving the phones
This blue steel that I'm gripping, it'll break through bones
All this shit, it was written, we set it in stones
Before I learned how to hustle, I was breaking in homes
Tryna lay a nigga down, get the bag then I'm gone
Clean a nigga whole stash when I'm waving the chrome
We the ones who did it first, steady setting the tone
Slide Green did it worst, talked to him on the phone
I give you Heem every verse, them other niggas be clones
I gave it up, I'm tryna do it like Hov
Muhfucka
Put yo' hands up nigga
This a two-eleven hit
Kill everything moving, on some 187 shit
It ain't about money then that shit ain't relevant
Told me put the coke down, and I started selling it
One for the money and the love of the trenches
Two stay loyal spread love with my niggas
Run up seven figures and don't look back once
This hard work, I ain't had no luck
Huh, they know
Writer(s): Raheem Allah Trotter Jr., Marc Austin Spano
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