[Produced by DJ Dahi]
feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Famlay, Glasses Malone, Trae tha Truth & Trouble
[Intro]
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
[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: Glasses Malone]
I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
Thatâs three muscles recertified
Iâm right, niggas be watching, they donât want these problems
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit Iâm buyinâ
Iâm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittinâ on Eâs
Iâm bout this fee, Iâm bout this fee
Just know whatâs free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so donât critique
With me nigga? Just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I donât need to be givinâ out how school gonâ educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good
So Iâm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what Iâm bout
Got a trap house I be boominâ in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, 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 donât really want 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 [?]
Where Iâm from we be actually hoopinâ in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
Ainât nobody fit to do shit important
People really donât give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealinâ around with the wrong damn crowd
Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
Background check for the chopper
[?] imposters
The murder rate ainât back down yet
To the nigga that was tryna say somethinâ
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 donât stop grindinâ until God tell me to
I get money, I ainât gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ainât 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
Youâll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in all [?]
[Hook]x2
[Verse 3: Trouble]
Permit, donât need permission from a doctor
I been smokinâ since a pre-teen toddler
I been servinâ 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 nigga in a high price whip
Yea, Iâm 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 in motion
I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets
Yea Iâm told for protection more than anything
Donât test my devotion
My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokinâ
Chicago violence boostinâ up but we just focussinâ on other environments
[?] more fiends [?]
Apologze cause [?] promotinâ
Chopper and my bitch they ainât kissinâ light somebody up
You just tell them [?] who stole it
Rich gunplay, shit thatâs all they see thatâs all they know
Without it kinda hopeless
Said this is in â09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelinâ these all in your background
Said this is in â09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelinâ these all in your background
[Verse 4: Trae tha Truth]
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go âblaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like Iâm Waka
I donât want a single chain I canât rocka
[?] life is a bitch, canât stop her
Even if I could, I tell âem I wouldnât knock her
Til the get the 6 and then swap her
Baby mama tax return, new dropper
I might wanna so sip that bitch like Iâm [?]
All of my whips [?] bought a house
Food stamp, get flipped [?]
Yea Iâm [?] like a nigga that ainât never had shit
Filet Mignon the house
My little brother on his medical shit from that block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playinâ overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Lawâs out lookinâ for me like Osama
I donât wanna do no bid, yo honor
Still waitinâ on my one phone call from Obama
Tell âem I need the [?]
They tellinâ me [?]
I beat the case and thatâs it
And I wasnât acquainted with him
But Iâm tryna make it to Heaven
But they donât want me to make it
Thatâs why the niggas be tellinâ me
If I donât get the chopper Iâmma probly run up inside them
They better gimme a answer, Iâm tryna be cool
If I donât get it then everybody gonâ fear it
Every week Iâm finna make âem repeat it like they in school
Bed blues, everybody open up somethinâ
You can move all you want just not [?]
It ainât no thinkinâ I was playinâ I am not [?]
The mentally of a goon, I am not [?]
[Hook]x2
[Verse 5: Fam-Lay]
Storm is gone now itâs all clear
The road was long but we all here
[?] I donât care
2014 is our year
Big shout out to the whole streets
This goes out to all that knows me
All yâall pussy niggas, holies
Yâall play tough guys but call the police
Look I donât care, I donât share
I keep me a bad bitch around here
I send them choppers around there
When Iâm somewhere sittinâ in a lounge chair
Overseas, blowinâ tree, blowinâ green, throwinâ baes
Livinâ like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldnât stop, had a major deal but it wouldnât pop
Nigas hated on me but I wouldnât stop
And now life sweeter than a puddinâ pop
Think so slick, come and get me dog
None of yâall niggas fuckinâ with me dog
Some of yâall niggas cominâ with me dog
None of yâall niggas [?] with me dog
You think an echo was yâall
You need to think tactical dog
We laughinâ at yâall
While you thinking me and Lu [?]
Seeinâ this shit that keep goinâ on
Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes
Store fingerprints on your mobile phone
When you sippinâ that shit we keep blowinâ on
[Verse 6: Billy Blue]
Iâm bout that, Iâm bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my house did
Fuck land, Iâm fly today
First class if I fly
Credit card ainât mine
Donât know how Iâm getitnâ back
But in luxury I arrive
IPhone in my baby name
Long way from that chirp
Strip pole in my bedroom
But Iâmma kill my daughter if she twerk
Iâmma kill my daughter if she twerk
Miley Cyrus is in that bullshit
But a rednecker canât 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 [?]
My side bitch and she pregnant
I ainât claiminâ shit but the game
I ainât claiminâ shit but the game
I ainât claiminâ shit but the game
And this one is mine, I donât trust his mama
So he donât got my name
Mirrors loose as my [?]
I ainât addicted to shit
My weed man on my speed dial
[Hook]x2
[Verse 7: Lupe Fiasco]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish 150 round magazine and a dot
FMJâs by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldnât find that shit surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop
Ainât seen a lot of brown money as a shorty
Welfare baby canât afford me
Healthcare there, I ainât worried
Healthcare there, I ainât 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 spendinâ 50 thousand on Securus
At least itâs a contradiction, youâll feel us
Rent to the homies but loan to the killas
Itâs why I look the [?] in the [?]
Cause these are the cars that he deal us
[?] canât feel us, Medicare canât heal us
And the mamas canât 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
[?] sayinâ free the guys like Iâm dirty
With a clean record but Iâm cursed
To make a half a million off a verse
Nigga, chop
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