Lupe Fiasco - Chopper Lyrics
[Intro: Billy Blue]Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, LupeHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOAThat's all I appreciate right there manI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I meanTALK TO 'EM[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]x2Filet mignon with my food stampsCar cosigned by my mamaMedical card from ObamaBackground check for a chopper[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]Background check for a chopperBackground check for a chopperFilet mignon with my food stampsBackground check for a chopperMedical card from ObamaBackground check for a chopperBackground check for a chopperBackground check for a chopper[Verse 1: Billy Blue]I got my chopper full and my black tee, slideMy baby mama done *****ed up on her food stampsThat's three muscles recertifiedI'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problemsWhen 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 cheeseGot a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin' on E'sI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this feeJust know what's freeYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critiqueLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cakeI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educateFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite goodSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hoodNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm boutGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and outCut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8See we straight, how much money I makeThis block [?][Verse 2: Buk of Psychodrama]Filet mignon with my food stampsWould tell you don't really want be the truthLet me hit you back on my government phoneStill 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 JordansFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettesAin't nobody fit to do shit importantPeople really don't give no ***** about nothingAlthough they may smile and be cordialDealin' around with the wrong damn crowdThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned youBackground check for the chopper, the barrelBreathin' back down the neck of impostersThe murder rate ain't back down yet[?]To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditionedOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the personTo be some process in your progress or be the preventionI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me toI 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 thatBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a factSo mind your business and stay the ***** outta mineYou'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involvedAll in all [?][Hook]x2[Verse 3: Trouble]Permit, don't need permission from a doctorI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddlerI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstaclesMy teachers all told me that were probableProbable cause, no crack a never really had itI was just a nigga in a high price whipYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghettoWell you better have extension on the clipWell beef comes around in the town more often than these *****es in motionI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streetsYea I'm told for protection more than anythingDon't test my devotionMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments[?] more fiends [are rising]Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'Chopper and my ***** they ain't kissin' light somebody upYou just tell them [?] who stole itRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they knowWithout it kinda hopelessSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandmaI done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna answerLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack downFelonies all in your backgroundSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandmaI done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna answerLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack downFelonies all in your background[Verse 4: Trae tha Truth]I used to run up in your crib with shit that go ‘blakaNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm WakaI don't want a single chain I can't rocka[?] life is a *****, can't stop herEven if I could, I tell ‘em I wouldn't knock herTil the get the 6 and then swap herBaby mama tax return, new dropperI might wanna so sip that ***** like I'm [?]All of my whips [?] bought a houseFood stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shitFilet Mignon, porterhouseMy little brother on his medical shit from that block streetNigga health care insured by that guapDoorways ain't hiding me, no stopJackals playin' overseas with they yachtShit I probly be the same I find dramaLaw's out lookin' for me like OsamaI don't wanna do no bid, yo honorStill waitin' on my one phone call from ObamaTell ‘em I need the chopperThey tellin' me I'm a felonI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrongI beat the case in '97And I wasn't acquainted with himBut I'm tryna make it to HeavenBut they don't want me to make itThat's why the niggas be tellin' meIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside themThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be coolIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear itEvery week I'm finna make ‘em repeat it like they in schoolBed blues, everybody open up somethin'You can move all you want just not southernIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'[Hook]x2[Verse 5: Fam-Lay]Storm is gone now it's all clearThe road was long but we all hereNow go and tell, I don't care2014 is our yearBig shout out to the whole streetsThis goes out to all that knows meAll y'all ***** niggas, holiesY'all play tough guys but call the policeLook I don't care, I don't shareI keep me a bad ***** with long hairI send them choppers around thereWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chairOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B'sLivin' like life is supposed to beAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with meTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't popNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stopAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' popThink so slick, come and get me dogNone of y'all niggas *****in' with me dogSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dogNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dogYou think an echo was y'allYou need to think tactical dogWe laughin' at y'allWhile you thinking me and Lu [?], nawSeein' this shit that keep goin' onThen pick a different zone for your mobile homesStore fingerprints on your mobile phoneWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on[Verse 6: Glasses Malone]I'm bout that, I'm bout thatThat Bentley out in that drivewayCost more than my house did***** land, I'm fly todayFirst class if I flyCredit card ain't mineDon't know how I'm getitn' backBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)IPhone in my baby nameLong way from that chirpStrip pole in my bedroomBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerkI'mma kill my daughter if she twerkMiley Cyrus on that bullshitBut a real nigga can't judgeThat for Billy Ray to have to deal withRecord deal, ***** collegeMissed out but no pyrexMy Harley got low milageThis white carpet in my project30 guns in my section, none of the homies got ironMy side ***** said she pregnantI ain't claimin' shit but the gameI ain't claimin' shit but the gameI ain't claimin' shit but the gameAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mamaSo he don't got my nameCheap rims on my rideMirrors loose as my [?]I ain't addicted to shitMy weed man on my speed dial[Hook]x2[Verse 7: Lupe Fiasco]Pop, pop, pop, pop, popAR-15 with collapsible stockPicatinny rail with a three-point harnessWish 150 round magazine and a dotFMJ's by the box, niggaGot the same setup as the SWATs, niggaShouldn't find that surprisingCause I bought the mutha*****a from a copAin't seen a lot of brown money as a shortyWelfare baby can't afford meHealthcare there, I ain't worriedHealthcare there, I ain't worriedExcuse me, as I repeat myselfWork twice as hard to complete myselfMy opposition is not pretendingWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself***** being a hip hop puristWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on SecurusAt least it's a contradiction, you'll feel usRIP to the homies but long live the killasIt's why I look at God kinda oddCause these are the cards that he deal usRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal usAnd the mamas can't stop usAnd these choppers might kill usLook these wild niggas in they eyesIn the video it's some niggas that done diedLooked the ghosts in the face and I criedNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I rideWith an L up sayin' free the guys like I'm DurkWith a clean record but I'm cursedTo make a half a million off a verseNigga, chop
