[Verse 1]
It's Still C.H.O.P muhf**a, I never lost that
Missin a number, my n***a I can't recall that
Leaded with left hand, that's the small jab
You gettin blazed when the second-hand contacts
Ridin dolo, you can hear me when I pa** by
Too far ahead to ever worry 'bout the last guy
I'm in the spot, Believe In Chop, is the tagline
And Bad chicks who wanna get punished, come to get chastised
CHOP, is it hard to understand me?
Virginia boy, straight from Granby, to the Grammies
Don't worry bout the disbelievers, do it for the family
Y'all feedin' to these n***as that wouldn't give you a canteen
Uhh, if one make it then we all make it
Here to break the rules, cause we law-breakers
Doin deals off the record, this beyond paper
Givin my all a small favor
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This for my n***as, swear the figures will not change me
I'm doin me, until they get me pushin daisies
And for the people who's procedure is to hate me
I'm starting off the new year with the same me
[Verse 2]
And f** swag, it's about whose takin charge now
Cause you can be the swaggest n***a in ya mom's house
Hell, I might just forget the game and ball out
Work the elements of surprise and build a compound
Just for my G's, like LRG, it's all seamed
My life-role, I'm the same character off screen
Cause people change colors like fall leaves
I'm Tryna storm the game, interrupt the calm breeze
Weather, you like it or not, baby it's my season
Cause when I gets this cold, baby I'm not leavin
IF you can't get the lines, well don't be palm readin'
Tryna predict the future, or how the lost see it
Still sip liquor, rather show love than get ya
But to discipline these kids, it's No problem pullin the switch up
Tryna post up with the G's but you the sweetest in the picture
You project Kool-Aid, n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And my Beats still bangin, get ya headphones rangin
Better get me on the line, watch lil homie c**aine it
Big up in the streets, but we never known famous
LA the blank canvas that a n***a tryna paint in
Like a playlist, the business playing favorites
Ya know me, I ain't kissin a** just to make it
No breakin, I face the world as it changes
Cause life don't follow orders, an order is for a waitress
Tryna figure the combination to lock this down
It'll take more than a mean grimace, to stop a clown
I know n***as whose 15 minutes is the chopper round
Cause when you dead or you k**in, is when you're talked about
It's messed up, got no reason gettin dressed up
Knowin damn well, my mixtapes like a "Best Of"
You never dealt with chronic aches, don't know what stress was
Here for my blood, like a bed bug