Lyrical Breakdown of Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

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 shit, nigga, you know what I mean

TALK TO 'EM

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

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

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 riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems

When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'

I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese

Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D'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 check anyway it come nigga, section 8

See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha

(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps

Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't 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 sawbuck of loud

Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans

Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes

Ain't nobody finna 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 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

Cause they ain't wrote that 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 solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved

All in all, the Lord my witness

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 cracka 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 emotions

I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')

For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)

My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken

Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments

Cause the country is taking notice

More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I

Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'

Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up

You just tell them it was stolen

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 want no anna

Lu probably 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 niggas still ain't want no anna

Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down

Felonies 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

Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her

Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her

Til I get that section 8 and then swap her

Baby mama tax return, new dropper

I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker

All of my whips wetter than a water house

Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?

Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit

Filet Mignon, porterhouse

My little brother on his medical shit from that block street

Nigga health care insured by that guap

Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop

Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht

Shit I probably 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'm well acquainted with Hell 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 probably 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 sudden

It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'

The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'

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 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 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, nigga 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 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 radical, naw

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 Bentley 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 gettin' 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 bullshit

But a real nigga 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 milage

This white carpet in my project

30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim

My side bitch said she pregnant

But I ain't claimin' shit but the game

I ain't claimin' shit but the game

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

Cheap rims on my ride

Mirrors loose as my beat pound

I ain't addicted to shit

My weed man on my speed dial

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

AR-15 with collapsible stock

Picatinny rail with a three-point harness

With 150 round magazine and a dot

Ay, 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

Ay, 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

Embrace the 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 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

With an L up sayin' "free da guys" like I'm Durk

With a clean record but I'm cursed

To make a half a million off a verse

Nigga, chop