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lupe fiasco – chopper lyrics

[intro: billy blue]
know you gotta sit there and remember this one, lupe
had to get blue on this track, you feel me?
holla at ’em, whoa
that’s all i appreciate right there man
i live for this sh-t, n-gg-, you know what i mean
talk to ’em

[hook: lupe fiasco]x2
filet mignon with my food stamps
car cosigned by my mama
medical card from obama
background check for a chopper

[bridge: lupe fiasco]
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
background check for a chopper
background check for a chopper

[verse 1: billy blue]
i got my chopper full and my black tee, slide
my baby mama done f-cked up on her food stamps
that’s three muscles recertified
i’m right, n-gg-s be watching, they don’t want these problems
when them bills due, n-gg-s get ready cause no bullsh-t 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 n-gg-, just a young hood n-gg- 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
n-gg- 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 n-gg-, section 8
see we straight, how much money i make
this block [?]

[verse 2: buk of psychodrama]
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 n-gg-, 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 n-body fit to do sh-t important
people really don’t give no f-ck about nothing
although they may smile and be cordial
dealin’ around with the wrong d-mn crowd
then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you
background check for the chopper, the barrel
breathin’ back down the neck of imposters
the murder rate ain’t back down yet
[?]
to the n-gg- 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 h-ll is you?
they say my kind ain’t welcome everywhere, well i can deal with that
but those who pop they sh-t get the sh-t popped outta them it’s still a fact
so mind your business and stay the f-ck outta mine
you’ll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
all in all [?]

[hook]x2

[verse 3: trouble]
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 n-gg- in a high price whip
yea, i’m just a n-gg- 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 b-tches 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
[?] more fiends [are rising]
apologize cause it was something i was promotin’
chopper and my b-tch they ain’t kissin’ light somebody up
you just tell them [?] who stole it
rich gunplay, sh-t 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 n-gg-s still ain’t wanna answer
lu probly tell me trouble you gotta put the mack down
felonies all in your background
said this is in ’09 and still no medicare for grandma
i done said out their names and n-gg-s still ain’t wanna answer
lu probly tell me trouble you gotta put the mack down
felonies all in your background

[verse 4: trae tha truth]
i used to run up in your crib with sh-t that go ‘blaka
n-gg- tryna brick my squad like i’m waka
i don’t want a single chain i can’t rocka
[?] life is a b-tch, 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 b-tch like i’m [?]
all of my whips [?] bought a house
food stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?
yea i’m actin like a n-gg- that ain’t never had sh-t
filet mignon, porterhouse
my little brother on his medical sh-t from that block street
n-gg- health care insured by that guap
doorways ain’t hiding me, no stop
jackals playin’ overseas with they yacht
sh-t 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 felon
i’m tellin’ ’em they got it wrong
i beat the case in ’97
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 n-gg-s 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’

[hook]x2

[verse 5: fam-lay]
storm is gone now it’s all clear
the road was long but we all here
now go and tell, 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 p-ssy n-gg-s, holies
y’all play tough guys but call the police
look i don’t care, i don’t share
i keep me a bad b-tch with long hair
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, n-gg- roll with me
to the top, couldn’t stop, had a major deal but it wouldn’t pop
nigas 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 n-gg-s f-ckin’ with me dog
some of y’all n-gg-s comin’ with me dog
none of y’all n-gg-s’ 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 [?], naw
seein’ this sh-t that keep goin’ on
then pick a different zone for your mobile homes
store fingerprints on your mobile phone
when you sippin’ that sh-t we keep blowin’ on

[verse 6: gl-sses malone]
i’m bout that, i’m bout that
that bentley out in that driveway
cost more than my house did
f-ck land, i’m fly today
first cl-ss if i fly
credit card ain’t mine
don’t know how i’m get-tn’ back
but in luxury i arrive (turn up)
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 on that bullsh-t
but a real n-gg- can’t judge
that for billy ray to have to deal with
record deal, f-ck college
missed out but no pyrex
my harley got low milage
this white carpet in my project
30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron
my side b-tch said she pregnant
i ain’t claimin’ sh-t but the game
i ain’t claimin’ sh-t but the game
i ain’t claimin’ sh-t but the game
and this one is mine, i don’t trust his mama
so he don’t got my name
cheap rims on my ride
mirrors loose as my [?]
i ain’t addicted to sh-t
my weed man on my speed dial

[hook]x2

[verse 7: lupe fiasco]
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
ar-15 with collapsible stock
picatinny rail with a three-point harness
wish 150 round magazine and a dot
fmj’s by the box, n-gg-
got the same setup as the swats, n-gg-
shouldn’t find that surprising
cause i bought the m-th-f-cka 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
f-ck 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
ramen can’t fill us, medicare can’t heal us
and the mamas can’t stop us
and these choppers might kill us
look these wild n-gg-s in they eyes
in the video it’s some n-gg-s that done died
looked the ghosts in the face and i cried
no wu-tang, just lu gang when i ride
with an l up sayin’ free the guys like i’m durk
with a clean record but i’m cursed
to make a half a million off a verse
n-gg-, chop

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