Haha, uh
Why the f*ck niggas always talkin' 'bout
"They robbed this, and shot that"?
I'm the f*ckin' caper boy, nigga, shut the f*ck up
I was sellin' hard raw middle of the trenches
Then I bought a sawed-off and took it on a mission (nigga)
Knew I was a gangsta since my eighth-grade detentions
Thoughts of goin' to prison 'cause I didn't wanna listen (what else?)
Whole month straight, I'm in in-school suspension (uh-huh)
Started coming late then a nigga went missing (what else?)
If you can't relate then you probably lived different (okay)
I was crack pitchin', hoodie on, door kickin' (f*ck over here, nigga)
Some shit I wanna change and I coulda did different (what else?)
They tried to show me how, but I didn't pay attention (what else?)
Learn the hard ways, that's all they ever mention (uh-huh)
From pissy hallways, I was tryna make a difference (motherf*cker)
Did some shady business, so niggas be suspicious (okay)
If it's a gangsta party, I was always in attendance (motherf*cker)
Got 'em turnin' heads (huh?), When we walk through the entrance (BSF niggas)
Thirty niggas with pendants, killers and co-defendants, nigga
Put your hands up, nigga, this a 211 hit
Kill everythin' 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 sellin' this
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
It's hard work, I ain't had no luck, huh, they know
Two shooters with me always better than one (real)
He ain't tryna clip nothin', keep leaving his gun (f*ck is the gun at, nigga?)
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 (hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Know he stickin' to the codes, no kids, no hoes
But we gon' leave him in his dome when he get back home (like bap, bap, bap)
On a real murder mission, so we leaving the phones
This blue steel that I'm grippin', it'll break through bones (brrrt)
All this shit, it was written, we set it in stones
Before I learned how to hustle, I was breakin' in homes
Tryna lay a nigga down, get the bag and I'm gone
Clean a nigga whole stash when I'm wavin' the chrome (where that shit at, nigga?)
We the ones who did it first, steady settin' the tone
Sly Green did it worse, talk to him on the phone
I give you Heem every verse, them other niggas be clones (free Sly, nigga)
I gave it up, I'm tryna do it like Hov, motherf*cker
Put your hands up, nigga, this a 211 hit
Kill everythin' 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 sellin' this
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