Caper Boy

Why the fuck **** always talkin' 'bout

They robbed this

And they shot that

I'm the fucking Caper Boy **** 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 **** 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 **** be suspicious

If it's a gangsta party, I was always in attendance

Got them turning heads when we walk through the entrance

Thirty **** with pendants, killers and co-defendants

Put yo' hands up ****

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 ****

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 **** 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 **** down, get the bag then I'm gone

Clean a **** 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 **** be clones

I gave it up, I'm tryna do it like Hov

Muhfucka

Put yo' hands up ****

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 ****

Run up seven figures and don't look back once

This hard work, I ain't had no luck

Huh, they know