Chopper Lyrics - Billy Blue

And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco 

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 

Filet mignon with my food stamps 

Background check for a chopper 

Medical card from Obama 

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

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

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

Got a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin' on E'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 J anyway it come nigga, section 8 

See we straight, how much money I make 

This block [?] 

Filet mignon with my food stamps 

Would tell you don't 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 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 [?] warn you 

Background check for the chopper 

[?] imposters 

The murder rate ain't back 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 [?] 

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 

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 crack a 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 in motion 

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 out smokin' 

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

Apologize cause [?] promotin' 

Chopper and my bitch they ain't kissin' light somebody up 

You just tell them [?] who stole it 

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 wanna [?] 

Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down 

Feelin' these 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 wanna [?] 

Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down 

Feelin' these 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 

[?] life is a bitch, can't stop her 

Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't 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 I'm [?] 

All of my whips [?] bought a house 

Food stamp, get flipped, what that water cost? 

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

Filet Mignon porter 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 playin' overseas with they yacht 

Shit I probly 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 fellon 

I beat the case and that's it 

And I wasn't acquainted with him 

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 probly 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 southern 

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

The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin 

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 

Storm is gone now it's all clear 

The road was long but we all here 

[?] 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 around here 

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 

Niggas 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 [?] 

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 billy 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 getitn' back 

But in luxury I arrive 

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 is that bullshit 

But a rednecker 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 mileage 

This white carpet in my project 

30 guns in my section, none of the homies got [?] 

My side bitch and she pregnant 

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 

Mirrors loose as my [?] 

I ain't addicted to shit 

My weed man on my speed dial 

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 

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop 

AR-15 with collapsible stock 

Picket [?] with a 3 point [?] 

Wish 150 round magazine and a dot 

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 

Ain't 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 

At least it's a 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 

[?] can't feel 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 

[?] sayin' free the guys like I'm dirty 

With a clean record but I'm cursed 

To make a half a million off a verse 

Nigga, chop