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Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)

アーティスト：Lupe Fiasco  アルバム：Tetsuo & Youth  作詞：W. Jaco/D. Natche/F. Dukes/Buk/Fam-Lay/Trae Tha Truth  作曲：W. Jaco/D. Natche/F. Dukes/Buk/Fam-Lay/Trae Tha Truth  発売年：2015-02-25 

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And now Ladies&Gentlemen Lupe Fiasco Intro: 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 Hook: x2 Filet mignon with my food stamps Car cosigned by my mama Medical card from Obama Background check for a chopper Bridge: 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: 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 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' outhow 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, how much money I make This block is straight hot Verse 2: 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 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 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 shortly find that this is best for everyone involved All in all Lord my ______ Hook x2 Verse 3: 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 and emotions 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 outspoken Chicago violence boostin' up But we just focussin' on other environments ______ more fiends are risin' 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 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 niggas still ain't want no anna Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down Felonies all in your background Verse 4: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka



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