Chopper

Album: Tetsuo and Youth (2015)
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  • And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper
    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper

    Background check for a chopper
    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Background check for a chopper
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper

    I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide
    My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
    That's three muscles recertified
    I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
    When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
    I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
    Got a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
    I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
    Just know what's free
    You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique
    Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
    I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
    Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good
    So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
    Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
    Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
    Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
    See we straight, how much money I make
    This block [?]

    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Would tell you don't really want be the truth
    Let me hit you back on my government phone
    Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?
    We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
    Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans
    Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
    Ain't nobody fit to do shit important
    People really don't give no fuck about nothing
    Although they may smile and be cordial
    Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd
    Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
    Background check for the chopper
    [?] imposters
    The murder rate ain't back down yet
    To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'
    Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned
    Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person
    To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
    I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
    I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
    They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
    But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact
    So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
    You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
    All in all [?]

    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper
    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper

    Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
    I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler
    I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles
    My teachers all told me that were probable
    Probable cause, no crack a never really had it
    I was just a nigga in a high price whip
    Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
    Well you better have extension on the clip
    Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion
    I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets
    Yea I'm told for protection more than anything
    Don't test my devotion
    My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'
    Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments
    Apologize cause [?] promotin'
    Chopper and my bitch they ain't kissin' light somebody up
    You just tell them [?] who stole it
    Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know
    Without it kinda hopeless
    Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
    I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
    Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
    Feelin' these all in your background
    Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
    I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
    Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
    Feelin' these all in your background

    I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
    Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka
    I don't want a single chain I can't rocka
    [?] life is a bitch, can't stop her
    Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her
    Til the get the 6 and then swap her
    Baby mama tax return, new dropper
    I might wanna so sip that bitch like I'm [?]
    All of my whips [?] bought a house
    Food stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?
    Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
    Filet Mignon porter house
    My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
    Nigga health care insured by that guap
    More ways than [?] to me [?]
    Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
    Shit I probly be the same I find drama
    Law's out lookin' for me like Osama
    I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor
    Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama
    Tell 'em I need the chopper
    They tellin' me i'm a fellon
    I beat the case and that's it
    And I wasn't acquainted with him
    But I'm tryna make it to Heaven
    But they don't want me to make it
    That's why the niggas be tellin' me
    If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them
    They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool
    If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it
    Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school
    Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'
    You can move all you want just not southern
    It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
    The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin

    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper
    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper

    Storm is gone now it's all clear
    The road was long but we all here
    [?] I don't care
    2014 is our year
    Big shout out to the whole streets
    This goes out to all that knows me
    All y'all pussy niggas, holies
    Y'all play tough guys but call the police
    Look I don't care, I don't share
    I keep me a bad bitch around here
    I send them choppers around there
    When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair
    Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's
    Livin' like life is supposed to be
    And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
    To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop
    Niggas hated on me but I wouldn't stop
    And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop
    Think so slick, come and get me dog
    None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog
    Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog
    None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog
    You think an echo was y'all
    You need to think tactical dog
    We laughin' at y'all
    While you thinking me and Lu [?]
    Seein' this shit that keep goin' on
    Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes
    Store fingerprints on your mobile phone
    When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on

    I'm bout that, I'm bout that
    That billy out in that driveway
    Cost more than my house did
    Fuck land, I'm fly today
    First class if I fly
    Credit card ain't mine
    Don't know how I'm getitn' back
    But in luxury I arrive
    iPhone in my baby name
    Long way from that chirp
    Strip pole in my bedroom
    But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
    I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
    Miley Cyrus is that bullshit
    But a rednecker can't judge
    That for Billy Ray to have to deal with
    Record deal, fuck college
    Missed out but no pyrex
    My Harley got low mileage
    This white carpet in my project
    30 guns in my section, none of the homies got [?]
    My side bitch and she pregnant
    I ain't claimin' shit but the game
    And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama
    So he don't got my name
    Mirrors loose as my [?]
    I ain't addicted to shit
    My weed man on my speed dial

    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper
    Filet mignon with my food stamps
    Car cosigned by my mama
    Medical card from Obama
    Background check for a chopper

    Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
    AR-15 with collapsible stock
    Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
    Wish 150 round magazine and a dot
    FMJ's by the box, nigga
    Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
    Shouldn't find that surprising
    Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop
    Ain't seen a lot of brown money as a shorty
    Welfare baby can't afford me
    Healthcare there, I ain't worried
    Healthcare there, I ain't worried
    Excuse me, as I repeat myself
    Work twice as hard to complete myself
    My opposition is not pretending
    When I work twice as hard to defeat myself
    Fuck being a hip hop purist
    When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus
    At least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us
    RIP to the homies but long live the killas
    It's why I look at God kinda odd
    Cause these are the cards that he deal us
    [?] can't feel us, Medicare can't heal us
    And the mamas can't stop us
    And these choppers might kill us
    Look these wild niggas in they eyes
    In the video it's some niggas that done died
    Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried
    No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride
    [?] sayin' free the guys like I'm dirty
    With a clean record but I'm cursed
    To make a half a million off a verse
    Nigga, chopWriter/s: ADAM KING FEENEY, DACOURY NATCHE, WASALU JACO, CHARLES PENNIMAN, NATHANIEL JOHNSON, JEFFERY ROBINSON, MARIEL ORR, FRAZIER THOMPSON, PEDRITHO DORSONNE
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
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