Caper Boy

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