Bob Horn - Chopper lyrics

[Produced by DJ Dahi] [Intro: Billy Blue] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco Know you gotta sip that Remy to 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**, n***a, you know what I mean Talk to 'em [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (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**ed up on her food stamps That's three months to re-certify I'm ridin', n***as be watching, they don't want these problems When them bills due, n***as get ready cause no bullsh** 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 n***a, just a young hood n***a 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***a 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 n***a, section 8 See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha [Verse 2: Buk of Psychodrama] (Yeah b**h) 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 n***a, 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 sh** important People really don't give no f** 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 n***a 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 sh** get the sh** popped outta them it's still a fact So mind your business and stay the f** outta mine You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved All in all, the Lord my witness [Hook] Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) [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 cracker never really had it I was just a n***a in a high price whip Yea, I'm just a n***a 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**hes 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 b**h name in case I light somebody up You just tell them it was stolen Rich gunplay, sh** 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***as still ain't want no anna Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mac 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***as still ain't want no anna Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mac down Felonies all in your background [Verse 4: Trae tha Truth] I used to run up in your crib with sh** that go blaka n***a 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 b**h, 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 b**h 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 n***a that ain't never had sh** Filet Mignon, porterhouse My little brother on his medical sh** from that block street n***a health care insured by that guap Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht sh** 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 n***as 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' [Hook] Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) [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**y n***as, 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**h 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***a roll with me To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop n***as 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***as f**in' with me dog Some of y'all n***as comin' with me dog None of y'all n***as' 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 sh** that keep goin' on Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes Store fingerprints on your mobile phone When you sippin' that sh** we keep blowin' on [Verse 6: Gla**es Malone] I'm bout that, I'm bout that That Bentley out in that driveway Cost more than my house did f** land, I'm fly today First cla** 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 k** my daughter if she twerk I'mma k** my daughter if she twerk Miley Cyrus on that bullsh** But a real n***a can't judge That for Billy Ray to have to deal with Record deal, f** college Missed out but no Pyrex My Harley got low mileage This white carpet in my project 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim My side b**h said she pregnant But I ain't claimin' sh** but the game I ain't claimin' sh** but the game I ain't claimin' sh** 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 sh** My weed man on my speed dial [Hook] Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) Filet mignon with my food stamps (stamps) Car cosigned by my mama (mama) Medical card from Obama (Obama) Background check for a chopper (chopper) [Verse 7: Lupe Fiasco] 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, n***a Got the same setup as the SWATs, n***a Shouldn't find that surprising Cause I bought the muthaf**a 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 f** 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 k**as 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 k** us Look these wild n***as in they eyes In the video it's some n***as 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 n***a, chop [Outro]