[{"id":1577083,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord my witness\n\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probably be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\nAnd I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nAy, FMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  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mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":26222851,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"tetsuo and youth","duration":572.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my 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(You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI 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[]\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":38554529,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco feat. Billy Blue","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":572.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco feat. Billy Blue\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 572000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- 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286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":13878196,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":33890500,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble & Trae Tha Truth)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble & Trae Tha Truth)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. 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up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":16749129,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":572.607275,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 572607\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":9712905,"name":"Chopper feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone","trackName":"Chopper feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper feat. 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gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":16553890,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHolla at 'em, whoa!\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTalk to 'em\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord my witness\n\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probably be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\nAnd I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nAy, FMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.78] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.74] Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n[00:16.67] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:19.21] Holla at 'em, whoa!\n[00:23.38] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:31.29] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.71] Talk to 'em\n[00:37.07] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:39.00] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.95] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.64] Background check for a chopper\n[00:44.55] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:47.98] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:48.88] Medical card from Obama\n[00:50.84] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.77] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.79] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.74] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.73] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.79] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.67] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.53] Background check for a chopper\n[01:08.68] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:10.32] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.17] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.50] I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.28] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:24.24] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.46] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.66] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n[01:35.82] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.70] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:44.03] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.43] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.67] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:55.53] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.93] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.34] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:07.64] See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n[02:10.79] (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:13.39] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:15.80] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:18.06] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:19.46] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:21.44] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:23.15] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:25.15] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:26.93] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.77] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:31.08] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:33.00] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:35.14] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.80] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.78] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:40.27] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.88] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.88] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:48.54] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:51.30] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.43] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.91] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.42] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:06.13] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.74] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.64] All in all, the Lord my witness\n[03:29.91] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:31.77] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.88] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.66] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.60] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.38] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.25] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.98] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:45.54] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n[03:49.33] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:52.93] For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:56.39] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.68] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.85] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:06.36] More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n[04:07.95] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.35] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.10] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.17] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.61] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.47] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:18.94] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:20.98] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.02] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.95] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:26.92] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.01] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:30.96] Felonies all in your background\n[04:33.06] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.95] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.92] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.78] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.73] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.89] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.64] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.63] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.68] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.49] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.61] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:54.31] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.42] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.02] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.31] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.90] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.47] Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n[05:06.47] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.24] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.51] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.28] Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.11] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.02] And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.24] But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.05] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n[05:22.21] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:23.95] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:26.09] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:27.84] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:29.86] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.26] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:33.99] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:51.62] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.77] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.48] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:56.85] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.57] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.60] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.58] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.54] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.50] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.47] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:10.65] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.52] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:14.81] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:17.45] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:21.21] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.38] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.21] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.36] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:31.29] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.19] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.27] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.71] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.04] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.81] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.22] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:45.08] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:47.01] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.65] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.85] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.65] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:55.26] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.58] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.73] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.42] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:02.63] First class if I fly\n[07:04.58] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.44] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.50] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.32] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:11.94] Long way from that chirp\n[07:13.79] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.17] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:17.76] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.39] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.93] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.18] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.27] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.25] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:29.73] My Harley got low milage\n[07:31.96] This white carpet in my project\n[07:34.05] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n[07:37.80] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.97] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:42.08] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.71] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.58] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.56] So he don't got my name\n[07:49.21] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.64] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.81] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.47] My weed man on my speed dial\n[08:13.19] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.99] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.90] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:19.62] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:21.14] Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:23.28] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:25.15] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:27.44] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.91] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.49] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.92] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.88] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.96] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.62] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.61] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.82] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:44.70] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:47.47] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:49.26] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:51.24] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.72] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.96] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.81] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.08] And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.36] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.88] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:03.85] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.29] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:08.52] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.65] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.97] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:16.12] Nigga, chop\n[09:17.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 9740\n- text: Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 9740\n  end_ms: 16670\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16670\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 31290\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 31290\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Talk to 'em\n  start_ms: 35710\n  end_ms: 37070\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37070\n  end_ms: 39000\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 39000\n  end_ms: 40950\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40950\n  end_ms: 42640\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  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68680\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 74170\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74170\n  end_ms: 76500\n- text: I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76500\n  end_ms: 80280\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80280\n  end_ms: 84240\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 84240\n  end_ms: 87460\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87460\n  end_ms: 91660\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  start_ms: 91660\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 99700\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99700\n  end_ms: 104030\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 104030\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 115530\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 115530\n  end_ms: 119930\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119930\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 127640\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 127640\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133390\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 133390\n  end_ms: 135800\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 135800\n  end_ms: 138060\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 138060\n  end_ms: 139460\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 139460\n  end_ms: 141440\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 141440\n  end_ms: 143150\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 143150\n  end_ms: 145150\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 145150\n  end_ms: 146930\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 146930\n  end_ms: 149770\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149770\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 156800\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156800\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160270\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160270\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165880\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165880\n  end_ms: 168540\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 168540\n  end_ms: 171300\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 171300\n  end_ms: 174430\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174430\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 188740\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188740\n  end_ms: 192640\n- text: All in all, the Lord my witness\n  start_ms: 192640\n  end_ms: 209910\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209910\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 215660\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215660\n  end_ms: 217600\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217600\n  end_ms: 219380\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219380\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 223980\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223980\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 229330\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 229330\n  end_ms: 232930\n- text: For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 232930\n  end_ms: 236390\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 236390\n  end_ms: 241680\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241680\n  end_ms: 244850\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244850\n  end_ms: 246360\n- text: More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246360\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 249350\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249350\n  end_ms: 251100\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251100\n  end_ms: 253170\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253170\n  end_ms: 255610\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255610\n  end_ms: 257470\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257470\n  end_ms: 258940\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 258940\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263020\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263020\n  end_ms: 264950\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264950\n  end_ms: 266920\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 266920\n  end_ms: 269010\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269010\n  end_ms: 270960\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 270960\n  end_ms: 273060\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 273060\n  end_ms: 274950\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274950\n  end_ms: 276920\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276920\n  end_ms: 278780\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278780\n  end_ms: 280730\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280730\n  end_ms: 282890\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282890\n  end_ms: 284640\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284640\n  end_ms: 286630\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286630\n  end_ms: 288680\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288680\n  end_ms: 290490\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290490\n  end_ms: 292610\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292610\n  end_ms: 294310\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 294310\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300310\n  end_ms: 302900\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302900\n  end_ms: 304470\n- text: Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304470\n  end_ms: 306470\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306470\n  end_ms: 308240\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308240\n  end_ms: 310510\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310510\n  end_ms: 312280\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 312280\n  end_ms: 314110\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 314110\n  end_ms: 316020\n- text: And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 316020\n  end_ms: 318240\n- text: But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 318240\n  end_ms: 320050\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320050\n  end_ms: 322210\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322210\n  end_ms: 323950\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 323950\n  end_ms: 326090\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 326090\n  end_ms: 327840\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 327840\n  end_ms: 329860\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 329860\n  end_ms: 332260\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332260\n  end_ms: 333990\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 333990\n  end_ms: 351620\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351620\n  end_ms: 353770\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353770\n  end_ms: 355480\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355480\n  end_ms: 356850\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 356850\n  end_ms: 359570\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359570\n  end_ms: 361600\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361600\n  end_ms: 363580\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363580\n  end_ms: 365540\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365540\n  end_ms: 367500\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367500\n  end_ms: 369470\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369470\n  end_ms: 370650\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 370650\n  end_ms: 372520\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372520\n  end_ms: 374810\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 374810\n  end_ms: 377450\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 377450\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 383380\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383380\n  end_ms: 387210\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387210\n  end_ms: 389360\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389360\n  end_ms: 391290\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 391290\n  end_ms: 393190\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393190\n  end_ms: 395270\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395270\n  end_ms: 396710\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396710\n  end_ms: 399040\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399040\n  end_ms: 401810\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401810\n  end_ms: 403220\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403220\n  end_ms: 405080\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 405080\n  end_ms: 407010\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 407010\n  end_ms: 408650\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408650\n  end_ms: 410850\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410850\n  end_ms: 412650\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412650\n  end_ms: 415260\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 415260\n  end_ms: 416580\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416580\n  end_ms: 418730\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418730\n  end_ms: 420420\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420420\n  end_ms: 422630\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 422630\n  end_ms: 424580\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424580\n  end_ms: 426440\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426440\n  end_ms: 428500\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428500\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 431940\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 431940\n  end_ms: 433790\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 433790\n  end_ms: 436170\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436170\n  end_ms: 437760\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 437760\n  end_ms: 440390\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440390\n  end_ms: 442930\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442930\n  end_ms: 444180\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444180\n  end_ms: 446270\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446270\n  end_ms: 448250\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448250\n  end_ms: 449730\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 449730\n  end_ms: 451960\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 451960\n  end_ms: 454050\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  start_ms: 454050\n  end_ms: 457800\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457800\n  end_ms: 459970\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459970\n  end_ms: 462080\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 462080\n  end_ms: 463710\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463710\n  end_ms: 465580\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465580\n  end_ms: 467560\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467560\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 471640\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471640\n  end_ms: 473810\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473810\n  end_ms: 475470\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475470\n  end_ms: 493190\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 493190\n  end_ms: 494990\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494990\n  end_ms: 496900\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496900\n  end_ms: 499620\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 499620\n  end_ms: 501140\n- text: Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 501140\n  end_ms: 503280\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 503280\n  end_ms: 505150\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 505150\n  end_ms: 507440\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 507440\n  end_ms: 508910\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508910\n  end_ms: 510490\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510490\n  end_ms: 512920\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512920\n  end_ms: 514880\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514880\n  end_ms: 516960\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516960\n  end_ms: 518620\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518620\n  end_ms: 520610\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520610\n  end_ms: 522820\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522820\n  end_ms: 524700\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 524700\n  end_ms: 527470\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 527470\n  end_ms: 529260\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 529260\n  end_ms: 531240\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 531240\n  end_ms: 532720\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532720\n  end_ms: 534960\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534960\n  end_ms: 536810\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536810\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 540360\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540360\n  end_ms: 542880\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542880\n  end_ms: 543850\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 543850\n  end_ms: 546290\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546290\n  end_ms: 548520\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 548520\n  end_ms: 551650\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551650\n  end_ms: 553970\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553970\n  end_ms: 556120\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 556120\n  end_ms: 557860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 557860\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  Talk to 'em\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":17357195,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay and Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay and Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo and Youth","duration":572.577959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. 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38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":12295730,"name":"Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue, Fam-Lay, Glasses Malone, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trae, Trouble & Yungbuck)","trackName":"Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue, Fam-Lay, Glasses Malone, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trae, Trouble & Yungbuck)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":572.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue, Fam-Lay, Glasses Malone, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trae, Trouble & Yungbuck)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 572000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  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end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the 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can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":3696049,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin' on E's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, how much money I make\nThis block [?]\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you don't really want be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of [?]\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody fit to do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you\nBackground check for the chopper\n[?] imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all [?]\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no crack a never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets\nYea I'm told for protection more than anything\nDon't test my devotion\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nApologize cause [?] promotin'\nChopper and my bitch they ain't kissin' light somebody up\nYou just tell them [?] who stole it\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFeelin' these all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFeelin' these all in your background\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[?] life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil the get the 6 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna so sip that bitch like I'm [?]\nAll of my whips [?] bought a house\nFood stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon porter house\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nMore ways than [?] to me [?]\nJackals playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me i'm a fellon\nI beat the case and that's it\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not southern\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\n[?] I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch around here\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNiggas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu [?]\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat billy out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm getitn' back\nBut in luxury I arrive\niPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus is that bullshit\nBut a rednecker can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low mileage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got [?]\nMy side bitch and she pregnant\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nMirrors loose as my [?]\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicket [?] with a 3 point [?]\nWish 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAin't seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nAt least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\n[?] can't feel us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[?] sayin' free the guys like I'm dirty\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:08.64] Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n[00:15.90] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:19.51] Holla at 'em, whoa!\n[00:27.49] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:31.81] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.22] Talk to 'em\n[00:36.60] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.63] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.66] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.50] Background check for a chopper\n[00:44.42] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:46.52] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:48.45] Medical card from Obama\n[00:50.42] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.46] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.40] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.29] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.25] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.38] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.39] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.25] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.25] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.45] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:10.94] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.14] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:15.88] I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:19.85] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.21] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.67] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.12] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n[01:35.42] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.24] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.66] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:46.87] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.29] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.98] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.02] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:02.72] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.68] See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n[02:10.88] (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.90] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.91] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:17.06] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.63] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.86] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:23.02] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:25.16] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.05] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.28] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.97] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.56] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.87] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.46] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.12] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.61] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.46] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.94] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.98] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.65] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.59] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:58.32] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.28] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:06.23] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.58] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.25] All in all, the Lord my witness\n[03:13.83] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[03:16.07] Car cosigned by my mama\n[03:17.97] Medical card from Obama\n[03:19.95] Background check for a chopper\n[03:21.86] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[03:23.96] Car cosigned by my mama\n[03:25.85] Medical card from Obama\n[03:27.86] Background check for a chopper\n[03:29.52] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:31.69] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.63] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.75] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.14] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.28] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.23] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.42] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:45.44] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n[03:49.90] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.28] For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:57.77] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.12] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.03] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.02] More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n[04:07.11] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.19] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.41] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.23] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.57] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:16.75] Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:18.82] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.12] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.29] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.69] Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:26.70] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:28.93] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.06] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.46] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.69] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.82] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.78] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.78] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.66] Til I get that section eight and then swap her\n[04:44.63] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.44] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.17] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.26] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:54.29] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.09] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.33] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.46] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.20] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.27] Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n[05:06.28] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.22] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:09.97] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.00] Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:13.86] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n[05:15.84] And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:17.85] But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:19.87] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n[05:21.78] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.04] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.87] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.17] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.08] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:31.93] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:33.93] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.78] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[05:37.66] Car cosigned by my mama\n[05:39.62] Medical card from Obama\n[05:41.67] Background check for a chopper\n[05:43.52] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[05:45.56] Car cosigned by my mama\n[05:47.50] Medical card from Obama\n[05:49.47] Background check for a chopper\n[05:51.23] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.36] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.16] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.31] Twenty-twenty-four is our year\n[05:59.39] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.33] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.32] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.07] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:06.92] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.03] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:10.94] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.83] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.19] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:18.99] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.69] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:22.96] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:26.56] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:28.73] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.84] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:32.74] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:34.62] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.67] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.18] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.00] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.54] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.40] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.47] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.36] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.47] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.27] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.23] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.20] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.43] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.30] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:02.32] First class if I fly\n[07:04.33] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.04] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.04] But in luxury I arrive (turn up)\n[07:10.81] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.26] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.08] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:15.76] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:17.89] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.07] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:21.65] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:23.68] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:25.94] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:27.92] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:29.52] My Harley got low milage\n[07:31.58] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.77] Thirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n[07:37.44] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.46] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.45] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.34] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.20] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.36] So he don't got my name\n[07:49.51] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.47] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.43] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:54.88] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.21] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[07:59.34] Car cosigned by my mama\n[08:01.02] Medical card from Obama\n[08:03.21] Background check for a chopper\n[08:05.16] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[08:07.26] Car cosigned by my mama\n[08:09.15] Medical card from Obama\n[08:11.11] Background check for a chopper\n[08:12.47] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.72] AR-fifteen with collapsible stock\n[08:17.09] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.33] With hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\n[08:21.52] Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.97] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.99] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.60] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.41] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.82] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:33.22] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:35.20] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.59] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.46] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.56] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.44] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.01] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.78] When I'm spendin' fifty thousand on Securus\n[08:48.41] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.53] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.74] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.84] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.61] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.25] And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.39] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.33] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.56] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.05] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:09.09] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.82] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.96] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.57] Nigga, chop\n[09:32.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 390\n  end_ms: 8640\n- text: Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 8640\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 27490\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 27490\n  end_ms: 31810\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 31810\n  end_ms: 35220\n- text: Talk to 'em\n  start_ms: 35220\n  end_ms: 36600\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 36600\n  end_ms: 38630\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38630\n  end_ms: 40660\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40660\n  end_ms: 42500\n- text: Background check for a 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start_ms: 67450\n  end_ms: 70940\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 70940\n  end_ms: 74140\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74140\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 75880\n  end_ms: 79850\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 79850\n  end_ms: 83210\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83210\n  end_ms: 87670\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87670\n  end_ms: 91120\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  start_ms: 91120\n  end_ms: 95420\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 95420\n  end_ms: 99240\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99240\n  end_ms: 103660\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103660\n  end_ms: 106870\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 106870\n  end_ms: 111290\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111290\n  end_ms: 114980\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114980\n  end_ms: 119020\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119020\n  end_ms: 122720\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 122720\n  end_ms: 126680\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 126680\n  end_ms: 130880\n- text: (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 130880\n  end_ms: 132900\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132900\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134910\n  end_ms: 137060\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 137060\n  end_ms: 138630\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138630\n  end_ms: 140860\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140860\n  end_ms: 143020\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 143020\n  end_ms: 145160\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 145160\n  end_ms: 147050\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147050\n  end_ms: 149280\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149280\n  end_ms: 150970\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150970\n  end_ms: 152560\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152560\n  end_ms: 154870\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154870\n  end_ms: 156460\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156460\n  end_ms: 158120\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158120\n  end_ms: 159610\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 159610\n  end_ms: 162460\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162460\n  end_ms: 165940\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165940\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 170650\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170650\n  end_ms: 174590\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174590\n  end_ms: 178320\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 178320\n  end_ms: 182280\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182280\n  end_ms: 186230\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 186230\n  end_ms: 188580\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188580\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: All in all, the Lord my witness\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 193830\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 193830\n  end_ms: 196070\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 196070\n  end_ms: 197970\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 197970\n  end_ms: 199950\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 199950\n  end_ms: 201860\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 201860\n  end_ms: 203960\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 203960\n  end_ms: 205850\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 205850\n  end_ms: 207860\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 207860\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 211690\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 211690\n  end_ms: 213630\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213630\n  end_ms: 215750\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215750\n  end_ms: 217140\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217140\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221230\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221230\n  end_ms: 223420\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223420\n  end_ms: 225440\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  start_ms: 225440\n  end_ms: 229900\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 229900\n  end_ms: 234280\n- text: For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234280\n  end_ms: 237770\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 237770\n  end_ms: 241120\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241120\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 245020\n- text: More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 245020\n  end_ms: 247110\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 247110\n  end_ms: 249190\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249190\n  end_ms: 251410\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251410\n  end_ms: 253230\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253230\n  end_ms: 255570\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255570\n  end_ms: 256750\n- text: Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 256750\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 261120\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261120\n  end_ms: 263290\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263290\n  end_ms: 264690\n- text: Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264690\n  end_ms: 266700\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 266700\n  end_ms: 268930\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 268930\n  end_ms: 271060\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271060\n  end_ms: 272460\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272460\n  end_ms: 274690\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274690\n  end_ms: 276820\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276820\n  end_ms: 278780\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278780\n  end_ms: 280780\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280780\n  end_ms: 282660\n- text: Til I get that section eight and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282660\n  end_ms: 284630\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284630\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288440\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288440\n  end_ms: 290170\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290170\n  end_ms: 292260\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292260\n  end_ms: 294290\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 294290\n  end_ms: 296090\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296090\n  end_ms: 298330\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298330\n  end_ms: 300460\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300460\n  end_ms: 302200\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302200\n  end_ms: 304270\n- text: Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304270\n  end_ms: 306280\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306280\n  end_ms: 308220\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308220\n  end_ms: 309970\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 309970\n  end_ms: 312000\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 312000\n  end_ms: 313860\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n  start_ms: 313860\n  end_ms: 315840\n- text: And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 315840\n  end_ms: 317850\n- text: But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 317850\n  end_ms: 319870\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  start_ms: 319870\n  end_ms: 321780\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 321780\n  end_ms: 324040\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324040\n  end_ms: 325870\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325870\n  end_ms: 328170\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328170\n  end_ms: 330080\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330080\n  end_ms: 331930\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 331930\n  end_ms: 333930\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 333930\n  end_ms: 335780\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 335780\n  end_ms: 337660\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 337660\n  end_ms: 339620\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 339620\n  end_ms: 341670\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 341670\n  end_ms: 343520\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 343520\n  end_ms: 345560\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 345560\n  end_ms: 347500\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 347500\n  end_ms: 349470\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 349470\n  end_ms: 351230\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351230\n  end_ms: 353360\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353360\n  end_ms: 355160\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355160\n  end_ms: 357310\n- text: Twenty-twenty-four is our year\n  start_ms: 357310\n  end_ms: 359390\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359390\n  end_ms: 361330\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361330\n  end_ms: 363320\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363320\n  end_ms: 365070\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365070\n  end_ms: 366920\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 366920\n  end_ms: 369030\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369030\n  end_ms: 370940\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 370940\n  end_ms: 372830\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372830\n  end_ms: 375190\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375190\n  end_ms: 378990\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 378990\n  end_ms: 380690\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380690\n  end_ms: 382960\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 382960\n  end_ms: 386560\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 386560\n  end_ms: 388730\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 388730\n  end_ms: 390840\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390840\n  end_ms: 392740\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 392740\n  end_ms: 394620\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 394620\n  end_ms: 396670\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396670\n  end_ms: 399180\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399180\n  end_ms: 401000\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401000\n  end_ms: 403540\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403540\n  end_ms: 404400\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404400\n  end_ms: 406470\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406470\n  end_ms: 408360\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408360\n  end_ms: 410470\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410470\n  end_ms: 412270\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412270\n  end_ms: 414230\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414230\n  end_ms: 416200\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416200\n  end_ms: 418430\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418430\n  end_ms: 420300\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420300\n  end_ms: 422320\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 422320\n  end_ms: 424330\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424330\n  end_ms: 426040\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426040\n  end_ms: 428040\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (turn up)\n  start_ms: 428040\n  end_ms: 430810\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430810\n  end_ms: 432260\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432260\n  end_ms: 434080\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434080\n  end_ms: 435760\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 435760\n  end_ms: 437890\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 437890\n  end_ms: 440070\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440070\n  end_ms: 441650\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 441650\n  end_ms: 443680\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 443680\n  end_ms: 445940\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 445940\n  end_ms: 447920\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 447920\n  end_ms: 449520\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 449520\n  end_ms: 451580\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 451580\n  end_ms: 453770\n- text: Thirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  start_ms: 453770\n  end_ms: 457440\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457440\n  end_ms: 459460\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459460\n  end_ms: 461450\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461450\n  end_ms: 463340\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463340\n  end_ms: 465200\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465200\n  end_ms: 467360\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467360\n  end_ms: 469510\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 469510\n  end_ms: 471470\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471470\n  end_ms: 473430\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473430\n  end_ms: 474880\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 474880\n  end_ms: 477210\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 477210\n  end_ms: 479340\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 479340\n  end_ms: 481020\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 481020\n  end_ms: 483210\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 483210\n  end_ms: 485160\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 485160\n  end_ms: 487260\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 487260\n  end_ms: 489150\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 489150\n  end_ms: 491110\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 491110\n  end_ms: 492470\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492470\n  end_ms: 494720\n- text: AR-fifteen with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494720\n  end_ms: 497090\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 497090\n  end_ms: 498330\n- text: With hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498330\n  end_ms: 501520\n- text: Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 501520\n  end_ms: 502970\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502970\n  end_ms: 504990\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504990\n  end_ms: 506600\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506600\n  end_ms: 508410\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508410\n  end_ms: 510820\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510820\n  end_ms: 513220\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 513220\n  end_ms: 515200\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 515200\n  end_ms: 516590\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516590\n  end_ms: 518460\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518460\n  end_ms: 520560\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520560\n  end_ms: 522440\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522440\n  end_ms: 525010\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525010\n  end_ms: 526780\n- text: When I'm spendin' fifty thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526780\n  end_ms: 528410\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528410\n  end_ms: 530530\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530530\n  end_ms: 532740\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532740\n  end_ms: 534840\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534840\n  end_ms: 536610\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536610\n  end_ms: 538250\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 538250\n  end_ms: 540390\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540390\n  end_ms: 542330\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542330\n  end_ms: 544560\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544560\n  end_ms: 546050\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546050\n  end_ms: 549090\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 549090\n  end_ms: 551820\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551820\n  end_ms: 553960\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553960\n  end_ms: 555570\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555570\n  end_ms: 572650\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Chevy trailer in my mama yard, sittin' on E's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, how much money I make\n  This block [?]\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you don't really want be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody fit to do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you\n  Background check for the chopper\n  [?] imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all [?]\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no crack a never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets\n  Yea I'm told for protection more than anything\n  Don't test my devotion\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Apologize cause [?] promotin'\n  Chopper and my bitch they ain't kissin' light somebody up\n  You just tell them [?] who stole it\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Feelin' these all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Feelin' these all in your background\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  [?] life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til the get the 6 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna so sip that bitch like I'm [?]\n  All of my whips [?] bought a house\n  Food stamp, get flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon porter house\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  More ways than [?] to me [?]\n  Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me i'm a fellon\n  I beat the case and that's it\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not southern\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  [?] I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch around here\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Niggas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu [?]\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That billy out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm getitn' back\n  But in luxury I arrive\n  iPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus is that bullshit\n  But a rednecker can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low mileage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got [?]\n  My side bitch and she pregnant\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Mirrors loose as my [?]\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]\n  Wish 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ain't seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  At least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  [?] can't feel us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  [?] sayin' free the guys like I'm dirty\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":6061107,"name":"Chopper Ft. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone","trackName":"Chopper Ft. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half 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need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":32302455,"name":"Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue & Buk Of Psychodrama & Trouble & Trae Tha Truth & Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue & Buk Of Psychodrama & Trouble & Trae Tha Truth & Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth WEB","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHolla at 'em, whoa!\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTalk to 'em\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord my witness\n\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probably be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\nAnd I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nAy, FMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.78] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.74] Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n[00:16.67] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:19.21] Holla at 'em, whoa!\n[00:23.38] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:31.29] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.71] Talk to 'em\n[00:37.07] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:39.00] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.95] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.64] Background check for a chopper\n[00:44.55] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:47.98] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:48.88] Medical card from Obama\n[00:50.84] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.77] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.79] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.74] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.73] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.79] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.67] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.53] Background check for a chopper\n[01:08.68] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:10.32] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.17] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.50] I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.28] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:24.24] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.46] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.66] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n[01:35.82] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.70] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:44.03] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.43] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.67] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:55.53] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.93] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.34] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:07.64] See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n[02:10.79] (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:13.39] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:15.80] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:18.06] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:19.46] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:21.44] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:23.15] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:25.15] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:26.93] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.77] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:31.08] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:33.00] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:35.14] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.80] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.78] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:40.27] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.88] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.88] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:48.54] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:51.30] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.43] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.91] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.42] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:06.13] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.74] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.64] All in all, the Lord my witness\n[03:29.91] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:31.77] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.88] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.66] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.60] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.38] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.25] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.98] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:45.54] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n[03:49.33] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:52.93] For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:56.39] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.68] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.85] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:06.36] More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n[04:07.95] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.35] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.10] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.17] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.61] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.47] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:18.94] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:20.98] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.02] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.95] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:26.92] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.01] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:30.96] Felonies all in your background\n[04:33.06] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.95] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.92] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.78] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.73] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.89] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.64] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.63] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.68] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.49] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.61] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:54.31] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.42] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.02] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.31] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.90] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.47] Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n[05:06.47] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.24] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.51] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.28] Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.11] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.02] And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.24] But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.05] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n[05:22.21] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:23.95] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:26.09] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:27.84] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:29.86] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.26] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:33.99] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:51.62] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.77] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.48] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:56.85] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.57] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.60] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.58] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.54] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.50] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.47] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:10.65] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.52] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:14.81] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:17.45] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:21.21] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.38] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.21] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.36] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:31.29] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.19] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.27] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.71] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.04] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.81] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.22] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:45.08] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:47.01] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.65] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.85] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.65] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:55.26] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.58] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.73] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.42] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:02.63] First class if I fly\n[07:04.58] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.44] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.50] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.32] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:11.94] Long way from that chirp\n[07:13.79] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.17] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:17.76] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.39] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.93] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.18] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.27] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.25] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:29.73] My Harley got low milage\n[07:31.96] This white carpet in my project\n[07:34.05] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n[07:37.80] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.97] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:42.08] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.71] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.58] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.56] So he don't got my name\n[07:49.21] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.64] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.81] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.47] My weed man on my speed dial\n[08:13.19] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.99] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.90] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:19.62] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:21.14] Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:23.28] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:25.15] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:27.44] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.91] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.49] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.92] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.88] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.96] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.62] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.61] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.82] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:44.70] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:47.47] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:49.26] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:51.24] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.72] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.96] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.81] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.08] And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.36] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.88] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:03.85] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.29] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:08.52] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.65] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.97] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:16.12] Nigga, chop\n[09:17.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (Feat. Billy Blue & Buk Of Psychodrama & Trouble & Trae Tha Truth & Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth WEB\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 9740\n- text: Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 9740\n  end_ms: 16670\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16670\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 31290\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 31290\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Talk to 'em\n  start_ms: 35710\n  end_ms: 37070\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37070\n  end_ms: 39000\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 39000\n  end_ms: 40950\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40950\n  end_ms: 42640\n- text: Background check 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slide\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 74170\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74170\n  end_ms: 76500\n- text: I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76500\n  end_ms: 80280\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80280\n  end_ms: 84240\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 84240\n  end_ms: 87460\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87460\n  end_ms: 91660\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  start_ms: 91660\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 99700\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99700\n  end_ms: 104030\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 104030\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 115530\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 115530\n  end_ms: 119930\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119930\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 127640\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 127640\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133390\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 133390\n  end_ms: 135800\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 135800\n  end_ms: 138060\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 138060\n  end_ms: 139460\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 139460\n  end_ms: 141440\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 141440\n  end_ms: 143150\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 143150\n  end_ms: 145150\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 145150\n  end_ms: 146930\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 146930\n  end_ms: 149770\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149770\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 156800\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156800\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160270\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160270\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165880\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165880\n  end_ms: 168540\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 168540\n  end_ms: 171300\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 171300\n  end_ms: 174430\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174430\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 188740\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188740\n  end_ms: 192640\n- text: All in all, the Lord my witness\n  start_ms: 192640\n  end_ms: 209910\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209910\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 215660\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215660\n  end_ms: 217600\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217600\n  end_ms: 219380\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219380\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 223980\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223980\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 229330\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 229330\n  end_ms: 232930\n- text: For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 232930\n  end_ms: 236390\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 236390\n  end_ms: 241680\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241680\n  end_ms: 244850\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244850\n  end_ms: 246360\n- text: More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246360\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 249350\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249350\n  end_ms: 251100\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251100\n  end_ms: 253170\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253170\n  end_ms: 255610\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255610\n  end_ms: 257470\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257470\n  end_ms: 258940\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 258940\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263020\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263020\n  end_ms: 264950\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264950\n  end_ms: 266920\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 266920\n  end_ms: 269010\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269010\n  end_ms: 270960\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 270960\n  end_ms: 273060\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 273060\n  end_ms: 274950\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274950\n  end_ms: 276920\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276920\n  end_ms: 278780\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278780\n  end_ms: 280730\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280730\n  end_ms: 282890\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282890\n  end_ms: 284640\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284640\n  end_ms: 286630\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286630\n  end_ms: 288680\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288680\n  end_ms: 290490\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290490\n  end_ms: 292610\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292610\n  end_ms: 294310\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 294310\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300310\n  end_ms: 302900\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302900\n  end_ms: 304470\n- text: Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304470\n  end_ms: 306470\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306470\n  end_ms: 308240\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308240\n  end_ms: 310510\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310510\n  end_ms: 312280\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 312280\n  end_ms: 314110\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 314110\n  end_ms: 316020\n- text: And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 316020\n  end_ms: 318240\n- text: But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 318240\n  end_ms: 320050\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320050\n  end_ms: 322210\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322210\n  end_ms: 323950\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 323950\n  end_ms: 326090\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 326090\n  end_ms: 327840\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 327840\n  end_ms: 329860\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 329860\n  end_ms: 332260\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332260\n  end_ms: 333990\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 333990\n  end_ms: 351620\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351620\n  end_ms: 353770\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353770\n  end_ms: 355480\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355480\n  end_ms: 356850\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 356850\n  end_ms: 359570\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359570\n  end_ms: 361600\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361600\n  end_ms: 363580\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363580\n  end_ms: 365540\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365540\n  end_ms: 367500\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367500\n  end_ms: 369470\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369470\n  end_ms: 370650\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 370650\n  end_ms: 372520\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372520\n  end_ms: 374810\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 374810\n  end_ms: 377450\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 377450\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 383380\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383380\n  end_ms: 387210\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387210\n  end_ms: 389360\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389360\n  end_ms: 391290\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 391290\n  end_ms: 393190\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393190\n  end_ms: 395270\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395270\n  end_ms: 396710\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396710\n  end_ms: 399040\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399040\n  end_ms: 401810\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401810\n  end_ms: 403220\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403220\n  end_ms: 405080\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 405080\n  end_ms: 407010\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 407010\n  end_ms: 408650\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408650\n  end_ms: 410850\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410850\n  end_ms: 412650\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412650\n  end_ms: 415260\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 415260\n  end_ms: 416580\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416580\n  end_ms: 418730\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418730\n  end_ms: 420420\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420420\n  end_ms: 422630\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 422630\n  end_ms: 424580\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424580\n  end_ms: 426440\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426440\n  end_ms: 428500\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428500\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 431940\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 431940\n  end_ms: 433790\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 433790\n  end_ms: 436170\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436170\n  end_ms: 437760\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 437760\n  end_ms: 440390\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440390\n  end_ms: 442930\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442930\n  end_ms: 444180\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444180\n  end_ms: 446270\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446270\n  end_ms: 448250\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448250\n  end_ms: 449730\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 449730\n  end_ms: 451960\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 451960\n  end_ms: 454050\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  start_ms: 454050\n  end_ms: 457800\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457800\n  end_ms: 459970\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459970\n  end_ms: 462080\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 462080\n  end_ms: 463710\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463710\n  end_ms: 465580\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465580\n  end_ms: 467560\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467560\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 471640\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471640\n  end_ms: 473810\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473810\n  end_ms: 475470\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475470\n  end_ms: 493190\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 493190\n  end_ms: 494990\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494990\n  end_ms: 496900\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496900\n  end_ms: 499620\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 499620\n  end_ms: 501140\n- text: Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 501140\n  end_ms: 503280\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 503280\n  end_ms: 505150\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 505150\n  end_ms: 507440\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 507440\n  end_ms: 508910\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508910\n  end_ms: 510490\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510490\n  end_ms: 512920\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512920\n  end_ms: 514880\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514880\n  end_ms: 516960\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516960\n  end_ms: 518620\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518620\n  end_ms: 520610\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520610\n  end_ms: 522820\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522820\n  end_ms: 524700\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 524700\n  end_ms: 527470\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 527470\n  end_ms: 529260\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 529260\n  end_ms: 531240\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 531240\n  end_ms: 532720\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532720\n  end_ms: 534960\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534960\n  end_ms: 536810\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536810\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 540360\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540360\n  end_ms: 542880\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542880\n  end_ms: 543850\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 543850\n  end_ms: 546290\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546290\n  end_ms: 548520\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 548520\n  end_ms: 551650\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551650\n  end_ms: 553970\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553970\n  end_ms: 556120\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 556120\n  end_ms: 557860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 557860\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  Talk to 'em\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":16496991,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth [Clean]","duration":572.656327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHolla at 'em, whoa!\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTalk to 'em\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord my witness\n\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probably be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\nAnd I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nAy, FMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.78] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.74] Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n[00:16.67] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:19.21] Holla at 'em, whoa!\n[00:23.38] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:31.29] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.71] Talk to 'em\n[00:37.07] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:39.00] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.95] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.64] Background check for a chopper\n[00:44.55] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:47.98] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:48.88] Medical card from Obama\n[00:50.84] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.77] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.79] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.74] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.73] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.79] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.67] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.53] Background check for a chopper\n[01:08.68] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:10.32] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.17] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.50] I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.28] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:24.24] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.46] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.66] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n[01:35.82] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.70] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:44.03] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.43] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.67] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:55.53] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.93] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.34] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:07.64] See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n[02:10.79] (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:13.39] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:15.80] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:18.06] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:19.46] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:21.44] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:23.15] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:25.15] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:26.93] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.77] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:31.08] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:33.00] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:35.14] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.80] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.78] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:40.27] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.88] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.88] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:48.54] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:51.30] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.43] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.91] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.42] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:06.13] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.74] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.64] All in all, the Lord my witness\n[03:29.91] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:31.77] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.88] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.66] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.60] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.38] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.25] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.98] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:45.54] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n[03:49.33] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:52.93] For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:56.39] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.68] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.85] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:06.36] More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n[04:07.95] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.35] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.10] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.17] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.61] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.47] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:18.94] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:20.98] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.02] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.95] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:26.92] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.01] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:30.96] Felonies all in your background\n[04:33.06] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.95] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.92] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.78] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.73] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.89] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.64] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.63] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.68] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.49] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.61] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:54.31] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.42] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.02] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.31] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.90] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.47] Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n[05:06.47] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.24] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.51] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.28] Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.11] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.02] And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.24] But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.05] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n[05:22.21] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:23.95] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:26.09] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:27.84] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:29.86] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.26] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:33.99] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:51.62] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.77] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.48] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:56.85] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.57] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.60] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.58] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.54] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.50] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.47] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:10.65] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.52] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:14.81] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:17.45] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:21.21] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.38] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.21] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.36] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:31.29] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.19] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.27] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.71] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.04] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.81] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.22] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:45.08] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:47.01] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.65] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.85] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.65] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:55.26] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.58] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.73] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.42] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:02.63] First class if I fly\n[07:04.58] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.44] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.50] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.32] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:11.94] Long way from that chirp\n[07:13.79] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.17] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:17.76] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.39] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.93] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.18] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.27] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.25] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:29.73] My Harley got low milage\n[07:31.96] This white carpet in my project\n[07:34.05] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n[07:37.80] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.97] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:42.08] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.71] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.58] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.56] So he don't got my name\n[07:49.21] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.64] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.81] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.47] My weed man on my speed dial\n[08:13.19] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.99] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.90] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:19.62] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:21.14] Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:23.28] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:25.15] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:27.44] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.91] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.49] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.92] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.88] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.96] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.62] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.61] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.82] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:44.70] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:47.47] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:49.26] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:51.24] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.72] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.96] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.81] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.08] And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.36] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.88] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:03.85] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.29] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:08.52] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.65] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.97] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:16.12] Nigga, chop\n[09:17.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 572656\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 4780\n  end_ms: 9740\n- text: Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 9740\n  end_ms: 16670\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16670\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 31290\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 31290\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Talk to 'em\n  start_ms: 35710\n  end_ms: 37070\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37070\n  end_ms: 39000\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 39000\n  end_ms: 40950\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40950\n  end_ms: 42640\n- text: Background check 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slide\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 74170\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74170\n  end_ms: 76500\n- text: I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76500\n  end_ms: 80280\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80280\n  end_ms: 84240\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 84240\n  end_ms: 87460\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87460\n  end_ms: 91660\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  start_ms: 91660\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 99700\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99700\n  end_ms: 104030\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 104030\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 115530\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 115530\n  end_ms: 119930\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119930\n  end_ms: 123340\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123340\n  end_ms: 127640\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 127640\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133390\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 133390\n  end_ms: 135800\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 135800\n  end_ms: 138060\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 138060\n  end_ms: 139460\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 139460\n  end_ms: 141440\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 141440\n  end_ms: 143150\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 143150\n  end_ms: 145150\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 145150\n  end_ms: 146930\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 146930\n  end_ms: 149770\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149770\n  end_ms: 151080\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 151080\n  end_ms: 153000\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 153000\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 156800\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156800\n  end_ms: 158780\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158780\n  end_ms: 160270\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160270\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165880\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165880\n  end_ms: 168540\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 168540\n  end_ms: 171300\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 171300\n  end_ms: 174430\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174430\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 188740\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188740\n  end_ms: 192640\n- text: All in all, the Lord my witness\n  start_ms: 192640\n  end_ms: 209910\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209910\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 215660\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215660\n  end_ms: 217600\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217600\n  end_ms: 219380\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219380\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 223980\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223980\n  end_ms: 225540\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  start_ms: 225540\n  end_ms: 229330\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 229330\n  end_ms: 232930\n- text: For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 232930\n  end_ms: 236390\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 236390\n  end_ms: 241680\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241680\n  end_ms: 244850\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244850\n  end_ms: 246360\n- text: More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246360\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 249350\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249350\n  end_ms: 251100\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251100\n  end_ms: 253170\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253170\n  end_ms: 255610\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255610\n  end_ms: 257470\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257470\n  end_ms: 258940\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 258940\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263020\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263020\n  end_ms: 264950\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264950\n  end_ms: 266920\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 266920\n  end_ms: 269010\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269010\n  end_ms: 270960\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 270960\n  end_ms: 273060\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 273060\n  end_ms: 274950\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274950\n  end_ms: 276920\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276920\n  end_ms: 278780\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278780\n  end_ms: 280730\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280730\n  end_ms: 282890\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282890\n  end_ms: 284640\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284640\n  end_ms: 286630\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286630\n  end_ms: 288680\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288680\n  end_ms: 290490\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290490\n  end_ms: 292610\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292610\n  end_ms: 294310\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 294310\n  end_ms: 296420\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296420\n  end_ms: 298020\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298020\n  end_ms: 300310\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300310\n  end_ms: 302900\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302900\n  end_ms: 304470\n- text: Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304470\n  end_ms: 306470\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306470\n  end_ms: 308240\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308240\n  end_ms: 310510\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310510\n  end_ms: 312280\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 312280\n  end_ms: 314110\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 314110\n  end_ms: 316020\n- text: And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 316020\n  end_ms: 318240\n- text: But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 318240\n  end_ms: 320050\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320050\n  end_ms: 322210\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322210\n  end_ms: 323950\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 323950\n  end_ms: 326090\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 326090\n  end_ms: 327840\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 327840\n  end_ms: 329860\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 329860\n  end_ms: 332260\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332260\n  end_ms: 333990\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 333990\n  end_ms: 351620\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351620\n  end_ms: 353770\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353770\n  end_ms: 355480\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355480\n  end_ms: 356850\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 356850\n  end_ms: 359570\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359570\n  end_ms: 361600\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361600\n  end_ms: 363580\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363580\n  end_ms: 365540\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365540\n  end_ms: 367500\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367500\n  end_ms: 369470\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369470\n  end_ms: 370650\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 370650\n  end_ms: 372520\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372520\n  end_ms: 374810\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 374810\n  end_ms: 377450\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 377450\n  end_ms: 381210\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 381210\n  end_ms: 383380\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383380\n  end_ms: 387210\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387210\n  end_ms: 389360\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389360\n  end_ms: 391290\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 391290\n  end_ms: 393190\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393190\n  end_ms: 395270\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395270\n  end_ms: 396710\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396710\n  end_ms: 399040\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399040\n  end_ms: 401810\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401810\n  end_ms: 403220\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403220\n  end_ms: 405080\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 405080\n  end_ms: 407010\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 407010\n  end_ms: 408650\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408650\n  end_ms: 410850\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410850\n  end_ms: 412650\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412650\n  end_ms: 415260\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 415260\n  end_ms: 416580\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416580\n  end_ms: 418730\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418730\n  end_ms: 420420\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420420\n  end_ms: 422630\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 422630\n  end_ms: 424580\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424580\n  end_ms: 426440\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426440\n  end_ms: 428500\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428500\n  end_ms: 430320\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430320\n  end_ms: 431940\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 431940\n  end_ms: 433790\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 433790\n  end_ms: 436170\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436170\n  end_ms: 437760\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 437760\n  end_ms: 440390\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440390\n  end_ms: 442930\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442930\n  end_ms: 444180\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444180\n  end_ms: 446270\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446270\n  end_ms: 448250\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448250\n  end_ms: 449730\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 449730\n  end_ms: 451960\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 451960\n  end_ms: 454050\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  start_ms: 454050\n  end_ms: 457800\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457800\n  end_ms: 459970\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459970\n  end_ms: 462080\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 462080\n  end_ms: 463710\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463710\n  end_ms: 465580\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465580\n  end_ms: 467560\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467560\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 471640\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471640\n  end_ms: 473810\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473810\n  end_ms: 475470\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475470\n  end_ms: 493190\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 493190\n  end_ms: 494990\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494990\n  end_ms: 496900\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496900\n  end_ms: 499620\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 499620\n  end_ms: 501140\n- text: Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 501140\n  end_ms: 503280\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 503280\n  end_ms: 505150\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 505150\n  end_ms: 507440\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 507440\n  end_ms: 508910\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508910\n  end_ms: 510490\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510490\n  end_ms: 512920\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512920\n  end_ms: 514880\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514880\n  end_ms: 516960\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516960\n  end_ms: 518620\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518620\n  end_ms: 520610\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520610\n  end_ms: 522820\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522820\n  end_ms: 524700\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 524700\n  end_ms: 527470\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 527470\n  end_ms: 529260\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 529260\n  end_ms: 531240\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 531240\n  end_ms: 532720\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532720\n  end_ms: 534960\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534960\n  end_ms: 536810\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536810\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 540360\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540360\n  end_ms: 542880\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542880\n  end_ms: 543850\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 543850\n  end_ms: 546290\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546290\n  end_ms: 548520\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 548520\n  end_ms: 551650\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551650\n  end_ms: 553970\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553970\n  end_ms: 556120\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 556120\n  end_ms: 557860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 557860\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  Talk to 'em\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in '97\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":16519574,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae tha Truth, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone)","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae tha Truth, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone)","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":572.550748,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae tha Truth, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone)\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 572551\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  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end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":14569433,"name":"Chopper Ft. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone","trackName":"Chopper Ft. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth (Deluxe Edition)","duration":572.604075,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper Ft. Billy Blue, Buk Of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 572604\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":25830848,"name":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone) Explicit","trackName":"Chopper (feat. Billy Blue, Buk of Psychodrama, Trouble, Trae Tha Truth, Fam Lay & Glasses Malone) Explicit","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":572.546667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper (feat. 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barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":30217495,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco ft. Billy Blue, Yungbuck, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco ft. Billy Blue, Yungbuck, Trouble, Trae, Fam-Lay & Glasses Malone\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 510\n  end_ms: 9470\n- text: '\"Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 9470\n  end_ms: 10080\n- text: Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 10080\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18970\n- text: HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  start_ms: 18970\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 32150\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 32150\n  end_ms: 35340\n- text: TALK TO 'EM\n  start_ms: 35340\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: '\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 38570\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 38570\n  end_ms: 40740\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 40740\n  end_ms: 42870\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 42870\n  end_ms: 52770\n- text: '\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 52770\n  end_ms: 53080\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 53080\n  end_ms: 54330\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 54330\n  end_ms: 56330\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 56330\n  end_ms: 58480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 58480\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 64480\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 64480\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: '\"1: Billy Blue\"'\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 83610\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 83610\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 94020\n- text: Just know what's free\n  start_ms: 94020\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 119390\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119390\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: This block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131130\n- text: '\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"'\n  start_ms: 131130\n  end_ms: 131540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 132940\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 132940\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 136980\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 136980\n  end_ms: 138780\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 138780\n  end_ms: 140610\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 140610\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144700\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 144700\n  end_ms: 147070\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 147070\n  end_ms: 149260\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149260\n  end_ms: 150980\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 150980\n  end_ms: 152670\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 152670\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 156500\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":18029708,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Lupe Fiasco ; Billy Blue; Yung Buk; Trouble; Trae; Fam‐Lay ; Glasses Malone","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\nKnow you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHolla at 'em, whoa!\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTalk to 'em\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n(Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\n\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\n\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord my witness\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\n\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section eight and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\n\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probably be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n\nAnd I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\nTwenty-twenty-four is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\n\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (turn up)\nIPhone in my baby name\n\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\n\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\nThirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\n\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-fifteen with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\nAy, FMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' fifty thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\n\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.70] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.78] Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n[00:16.67] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:19.22] Holla at 'em, whoa!\n[00:23.33] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:31.22] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.71] Talk to 'em\n[00:37.09] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:39.01] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.93] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.67] Background check for a chopper\n[00:44.55] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:47.92] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:48.82] Medical card from Obama\n[00:50.88] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.89] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.70] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.73] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.76] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.76] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.79] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.62] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.58] Background check for a chopper\n[01:08.68] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:10.37] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.13] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.53] I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.24] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:24.27] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.45] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.69] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n[01:35.88] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.73] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:44.06] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.40] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.67] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:55.58] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.91] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.37] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:07.60] See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n[02:10.75] (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:13.35] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:15.85] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:18.07] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:19.47] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:21.44] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:23.17] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:25.17] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:26.98] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.73] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:31.03] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:33.08] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:35.17] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.82] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.77] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:40.22] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.86] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.80] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:48.57] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:51.33] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.46] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.96] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.41] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:06.19] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.73] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.62] All in all, the Lord my witness\n[03:14.07] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[03:15.52] Car cosigned by my mama\n[03:17.94] Medical card from Obama\n[03:19.25] Background check for a chopper\n[03:21.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[03:23.50] Car cosigned by my mama\n[03:25.59] Medical card from Obama\n[03:27.60] Background check for a chopper\n[03:29.96] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:31.76] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.83] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.64] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.64] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.32] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.27] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.98] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:45.50] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n[03:49.34] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:52.90] For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:56.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.66] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.87] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:06.37] More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n[04:07.93] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.30] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.13] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.10] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.62] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.43] Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:18.94] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:20.94] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.01] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.96] Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:26.98] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.06] Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.00] Felonies all in your background\n[04:33.07] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.95] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.98] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.75] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.43] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:41.83] Til I get that section eight and then swap her\n[04:44.19] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.28] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.35] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.17] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:51.96] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:53.84] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:55.70] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:57.76] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[04:59.71] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:01.68] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:03.63] Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n[05:05.39] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:07.51] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:09.65] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:11.63] Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:13.32] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n[05:15.56] And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:17.56] But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:19.55] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n[05:21.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:23.47] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.32] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:27.30] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:29.04] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:31.42] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:33.48] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.50] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[05:36.90] Car cosigned by my mama\n[05:38.91] Medical card from Obama\n[05:40.73] Background check for a chopper\n[05:42.93] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[05:44.91] Car cosigned by my mama\n[05:46.39] Medical card from Obama\n[05:49.26] Background check for a chopper\n[05:50.76] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.74] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.41] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:56.87] Twenty-twenty-four is our year\n[05:59.51] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.62] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.54] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.54] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.51] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.45] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:10.68] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.53] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:14.86] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:17.45] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:21.29] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.32] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.26] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.37] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:31.25] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.16] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.20] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.77] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.03] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.80] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.27] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:45.05] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:47.02] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.60] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.85] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.61] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:55.27] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.51] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.76] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.48] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:02.69] First class if I fly\n[07:04.57] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.40] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.53] But in luxury I arrive (turn up)\n[07:10.31] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:11.91] Long way from that chirp\n[07:13.78] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.10] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:17.75] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.35] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.95] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.15] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.28] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.22] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:29.72] My Harley got low milage\n[07:31.93] This white carpet in my project\n[07:34.08] Thirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n[07:37.83] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.90] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:42.02] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.73] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.58] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.57] So he don't got my name\n[07:49.25] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.69] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.83] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.47] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[07:58.86] Car cosigned by my mama\n[08:00.73] Medical card from Obama\n[08:02.15] Background check for a chopper\n[08:04.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[08:06.70] Car cosigned by my mama\n[08:08.66] Medical card from Obama\n[08:10.47] Background check for a chopper\n[08:13.11] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.98] AR-fifteen with collapsible stock\n[08:16.95] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:19.61] With hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\n[08:21.13] Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:23.21] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:25.17] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:27.49] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.99] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.49] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.93] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.83] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.98] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.64] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.80] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:44.79] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:47.42] When I'm spendin' fifty thousand on Securus\n[08:49.28] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:51.25] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.72] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.91] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.83] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.09] And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.37] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.85] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:03.84] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.21] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:08.55] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.60] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.98] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:16.16] Nigga, chop\n[09:17.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper\n  artist: Lupe Fiasco ; Billy Blue; Yung Buk; Trouble; Trae; Fam‐Lay ; Glasses Malone\n  album: Tetsuo & Youth\n  duration_ms: 573000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 9780\n- text: Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  start_ms: 9780\n  end_ms: 16670\n- text: Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  start_ms: 16670\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 23330\n- text: That's all I appreciate right there man\n  start_ms: 23330\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 35710\n- text: Talk to 'em\n  start_ms: 35710\n  end_ms: 37090\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 37090\n  end_ms: 39010\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  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text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 67580\n  end_ms: 68680\n- text: I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 70370\n- text: My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  start_ms: 70370\n  end_ms: 74130\n- text: That's three muscles recertified\n  start_ms: 74130\n  end_ms: 76530\n- text: I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  start_ms: 76530\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 84270\n- text: I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  start_ms: 84270\n  end_ms: 87450\n- text: Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  start_ms: 87450\n  end_ms: 91690\n- text: I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n  start_ms: 91690\n  end_ms: 95880\n- text: You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  start_ms: 95880\n  end_ms: 99730\n- text: Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  start_ms: 99730\n  end_ms: 104060\n- text: I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  start_ms: 104060\n  end_ms: 107400\n- text: Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  start_ms: 107400\n  end_ms: 111670\n- text: So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  start_ms: 111670\n  end_ms: 115580\n- text: Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  start_ms: 115580\n  end_ms: 119910\n- text: Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  start_ms: 119910\n  end_ms: 123370\n- text: Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  start_ms: 123370\n  end_ms: 127600\n- text: See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n  start_ms: 127600\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 133350\n- text: Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  start_ms: 133350\n  end_ms: 135850\n- text: Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  start_ms: 135850\n  end_ms: 138070\n- text: Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  start_ms: 138070\n  end_ms: 139470\n- text: We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  start_ms: 139470\n  end_ms: 141440\n- text: Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  start_ms: 141440\n  end_ms: 143170\n- text: Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  start_ms: 143170\n  end_ms: 145170\n- text: Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  start_ms: 145170\n  end_ms: 146980\n- text: People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  start_ms: 146980\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: Although they may smile and be cordial\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 151030\n- text: Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  start_ms: 151030\n  end_ms: 153080\n- text: Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  start_ms: 153080\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 156820\n- text: Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156820\n  end_ms: 158770\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158770\n  end_ms: 160220\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160220\n  end_ms: 162860\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162860\n  end_ms: 165800\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165800\n  end_ms: 168570\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 168570\n  end_ms: 171330\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 171330\n  end_ms: 174460\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174460\n  end_ms: 177960\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177960\n  end_ms: 182410\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182410\n  end_ms: 186190\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 186190\n  end_ms: 188730\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188730\n  end_ms: 192620\n- text: All in all, the Lord my witness\n  start_ms: 192620\n  end_ms: 194070\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 194070\n  end_ms: 195520\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 195520\n  end_ms: 197940\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 197940\n  end_ms: 199250\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 199250\n  end_ms: 201540\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 201540\n  end_ms: 203500\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 203500\n  end_ms: 205590\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 205590\n  end_ms: 207600\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 207600\n  end_ms: 209960\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209960\n  end_ms: 211760\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 211760\n  end_ms: 213830\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213830\n  end_ms: 215640\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215640\n  end_ms: 217640\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217640\n  end_ms: 219320\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219320\n  end_ms: 221270\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221270\n  end_ms: 223980\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223980\n  end_ms: 225500\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  start_ms: 225500\n  end_ms: 229340\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 229340\n  end_ms: 232900\n- text: For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 232900\n  end_ms: 236370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 236370\n  end_ms: 241660\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241660\n  end_ms: 244870\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244870\n  end_ms: 246370\n- text: More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246370\n  end_ms: 247930\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 247930\n  end_ms: 249300\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249300\n  end_ms: 251130\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251130\n  end_ms: 253100\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253100\n  end_ms: 255620\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255620\n  end_ms: 257430\n- text: Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257430\n  end_ms: 258940\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 258940\n  end_ms: 260940\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 260940\n  end_ms: 263010\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263010\n  end_ms: 264960\n- text: Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264960\n  end_ms: 266980\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 266980\n  end_ms: 269060\n- text: Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269060\n  end_ms: 271000\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271000\n  end_ms: 273070\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 273070\n  end_ms: 274950\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274950\n  end_ms: 276980\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276980\n  end_ms: 278750\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278750\n  end_ms: 280430\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280430\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: Til I get that section eight and then swap her\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 284190\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284190\n  end_ms: 286280\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286280\n  end_ms: 288350\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288350\n  end_ms: 290170\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290170\n  end_ms: 291960\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 291960\n  end_ms: 293840\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 293840\n  end_ms: 295700\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 295700\n  end_ms: 297760\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 297760\n  end_ms: 299710\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 299710\n  end_ms: 301680\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 301680\n  end_ms: 303630\n- text: Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 303630\n  end_ms: 305390\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 305390\n  end_ms: 307510\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 307510\n  end_ms: 309650\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 309650\n  end_ms: 311630\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 311630\n  end_ms: 313320\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n  start_ms: 313320\n  end_ms: 315560\n- text: And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 315560\n  end_ms: 317560\n- text: But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 317560\n  end_ms: 319550\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  start_ms: 319550\n  end_ms: 321310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 321310\n  end_ms: 323470\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 323470\n  end_ms: 325320\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325320\n  end_ms: 327300\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 327300\n  end_ms: 329040\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 329040\n  end_ms: 331420\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 331420\n  end_ms: 333480\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 333480\n  end_ms: 335500\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 335500\n  end_ms: 336900\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 336900\n  end_ms: 338910\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 338910\n  end_ms: 340730\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 340730\n  end_ms: 342930\n- text: Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  start_ms: 342930\n  end_ms: 344910\n- text: Car cosigned by my mama\n  start_ms: 344910\n  end_ms: 346390\n- text: Medical card from Obama\n  start_ms: 346390\n  end_ms: 349260\n- text: Background check for a chopper\n  start_ms: 349260\n  end_ms: 350760\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 350760\n  end_ms: 353740\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353740\n  end_ms: 355410\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355410\n  end_ms: 356870\n- text: Twenty-twenty-four is our year\n  start_ms: 356870\n  end_ms: 359510\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359510\n  end_ms: 361620\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361620\n  end_ms: 363540\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363540\n  end_ms: 365540\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365540\n  end_ms: 367510\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367510\n  end_ms: 369450\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369450\n  end_ms: 370680\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 370680\n  end_ms: 372530\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372530\n  end_ms: 374860\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 374860\n  end_ms: 377450\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 377450\n  end_ms: 381290\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 381290\n  end_ms: 383320\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383320\n  end_ms: 387260\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387260\n  end_ms: 389370\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389370\n  end_ms: 391250\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 391250\n  end_ms: 393160\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393160\n  end_ms: 395200\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395200\n  end_ms: 396770\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396770\n  end_ms: 399030\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399030\n  end_ms: 401800\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401800\n  end_ms: 403270\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403270\n  end_ms: 405050\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 405050\n  end_ms: 407020\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 407020\n  end_ms: 408600\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408600\n  end_ms: 410850\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410850\n  end_ms: 412610\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412610\n  end_ms: 415270\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 415270\n  end_ms: 416510\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416510\n  end_ms: 418760\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418760\n  end_ms: 420480\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420480\n  end_ms: 422690\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 422690\n  end_ms: 424570\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424570\n  end_ms: 426400\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426400\n  end_ms: 428530\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (turn up)\n  start_ms: 428530\n  end_ms: 430310\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430310\n  end_ms: 431910\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 431910\n  end_ms: 433780\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 433780\n  end_ms: 436100\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436100\n  end_ms: 437750\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 437750\n  end_ms: 440350\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440350\n  end_ms: 442950\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442950\n  end_ms: 444150\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444150\n  end_ms: 446280\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446280\n  end_ms: 448220\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448220\n  end_ms: 449720\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 449720\n  end_ms: 451930\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 451930\n  end_ms: 454080\n- text: Thirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  start_ms: 454080\n  end_ms: 457830\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457830\n  end_ms: 459900\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459900\n  end_ms: 462020\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 462020\n  end_ms: 463730\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463730\n  end_ms: 465580\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465580\n  end_ms: 467570\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  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494980\n- text: AR-fifteen with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494980\n  end_ms: 496950\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496950\n  end_ms: 499610\n- text: With hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 499610\n  end_ms: 501130\n- text: Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 501130\n  end_ms: 503210\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 503210\n  end_ms: 505170\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 505170\n  end_ms: 507490\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 507490\n  end_ms: 508990\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508990\n  end_ms: 510490\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510490\n  end_ms: 512930\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512930\n  end_ms: 514830\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514830\n  end_ms: 516980\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516980\n  end_ms: 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niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540370\n  end_ms: 542850\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542850\n  end_ms: 543840\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 543840\n  end_ms: 546210\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546210\n  end_ms: 548550\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 548550\n  end_ms: 551600\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551600\n  end_ms: 553980\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553980\n  end_ms: 556160\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 556160\n  end_ms: 557880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 557880\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n  Know you gotta sip that Remy to this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  Holla at 'em, whoa!\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  Talk to 'em\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm ridin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee, just know what's free\n\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make, this block can stay, ha\n\n  (Yeah bitch) Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet to the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord my witness\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything though. (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin', Molly the new dope and I\n\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in 'O-nine and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probably tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section eight and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probably be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper, they tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong, I beat the case in 'ninety-seven\n\n  And I'm well acquainted with Hell but I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it, that's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probably run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  Twenty-twenty-four is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (turn up)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  Thirty guns in my section, none of the homies got aim\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-fifteen with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With hundred and fifty round magazine and a dot\n  Ay, FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' fifty thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us and these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"},{"id":8549787,"name":"Chopper","trackName":"Chopper","artistName":"Fiasco, Lupe feat. Billy Blue, Yung Buk, Trouble, Trae, Fam‐Lay & Glasses Malone","albumName":"Tetsuo & Youth","duration":573.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n\"Billy Blue\"\nKnow you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\nHad to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\nHOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\nThat's all I appreciate right there man\nI live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\nTALK TO 'EM\n\n\"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nCar cosigned by my mama\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nBackground check for a chopper\nMedical card from Obama\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\nBackground check for a chopper\n\n\"1: Billy Blue\"\nI got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\nMy baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\nThat's three muscles recertified\nI'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\nWhen them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\nI'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\nGot a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\nI'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\nJust know what's free\nYou were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\nLook at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\nI don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\nFilet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\nSo I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\nNigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\nGot a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\nCut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\nSee we straight, see this money I make\nThis block can stay, ha\n\n\"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\nFilet mignon with my food stamps\nWould tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\nLet me hit you back on my government phone\nStill a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\nWe get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\nWhere I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\nFive dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\nAin't nobody finna do shit important\nPeople really don't give no fuck about nothing\nAlthough they may smile and be cordial\nDealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\nThen bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\nBackground check for the chopper, the barrel\nBreathin' back down the neck of imposters\nThe murder rate ain't back down yet\nCause they ain't wrote that down yet\nTo the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\nSome people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\nOr speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\nTo be some process in your progress or be the prevention\nI just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\nI get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\nThey say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\nBut those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\nSo mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\nYou'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\nAll in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"3: Trouble\"\nPermit, don't need permission from a doctor\nI been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\nI been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\nMy teachers all told me that were probable\nProbable cause, no cracka never really had it\nI was just a nigga in a high price whip\nYea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\nWell you better have extension on the clip\nWell beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\nI got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\nFor protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\nMy first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\nChicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\nCause the country is taking notice\nMore fiends are risin'\nMolly the new dope and I\nApologize cause it was something I was promotin'\nChopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\nYou just tell them it was stolen\nRich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\nWithout it kinda hopeless\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\nSaid this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\nI done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\nLu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\nFelonies all in your background\n\n\"4: Trae tha Truth\"\nI used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\nNigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\nI don't want a single chain I can't rocka\nHeard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\nEven if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\nTil I get that section 8 and then swap her\nBaby mama tax return, new dropper\nI might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\nAll of my whips wetter than a water house\nFood stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\nYea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\nFilet Mignon, porterhouse\nMy little brother on his medical shit from that block street\nNigga health care insured by that guap\nDoorways ain't hiding me, no stop\nJackers playin' overseas with they yacht\nShit I probly be the same I find drama\nLaw's out lookin' for me like Osama\nI don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\nStill waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\nTell 'em I need the chopper\nThey tellin' me I'm a felon\nI'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\nI beat the case in '97\nAnd I wasn't acquainted with him\nBut I'm tryna make it to Heaven\nBut they don't want me to make it\nThat's why the niggas be tellin' me\nIf I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\nThey better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\nIf I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\nEvery week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\nBed blues, everybody open up somethin'\nYou can move all you want just not sudden\nIt ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\nThe mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"5: Fam-Lay\"\nStorm is gone now it's all clear\nThe road was long but we all here\nNow go and tell, I don't care\n2014 is our year\nBig shout out to the whole streets\nThis goes out to all that knows me\nAll y'all pussy niggas, holies\nY'all play tough guys but call the police\nLook I don't care, I don't share\nI keep me a bad bitch with long hair\nI send them choppers around there\nWhen I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\nOverseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\nLivin' like life is supposed to be\nAnd if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\nTo the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\nNigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\nAnd now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\nThink so slick, come and get me dog\nNone of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\nSome of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\nNone of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\nYou think an echo was y'all\nYou need to think tactical dog\nWe laughin' at y'all\nWhile you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\nSeein' this shit that keep goin' on\nThen pick a different zone for your mobile homes\nStore fingerprints on your mobile phone\nWhen you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n\"6: Glasses Malone\"\nI'm bout that, I'm bout that\nThat Bentley out in that driveway\nCost more than my house did\nFuck land, I'm fly today\nFirst class if I fly\nCredit card ain't mine\nDon't know how I'm gettin' back\nBut in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\nIPhone in my baby name\nLong way from that chirp\nStrip pole in my bedroom\nBut I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nI'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\nMiley Cyrus on that bullshit\nBut a real nigga can't judge\nThat for Billy Ray to have to deal with\nRecord deal, fuck college\nMissed out but no pyrex\nMy Harley got low milage\nThis white carpet in my project\n30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\nMy side bitch said she pregnant\nBut I ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nI ain't claimin' shit but the game\nAnd this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\nSo he don't got my name\nCheap rims on my ride\nMirrors loose as my beat pound\nI ain't addicted to shit\nMy weed man on my speed dial\n\n\"\"x2\n\n\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\nPop, pop, pop, pop, pop\nAR-15 with collapsible stock\nPicatinny rail with a three-point harness\nWith 150 round magazine and a dot\nFMJ's by the box, nigga\nGot the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\nShouldn't find that surprising\nCause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\nAy, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\nWelfare baby can't afford me\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nHealthcare there, I ain't worried\nExcuse me, as I repeat myself\nWork twice as hard to complete myself\nMy opposition is not pretending\nWhen I work twice as hard to defeat myself\nFuck being a hip hop purist\nWhen I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\nEmbrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\nRIP to the homies but long live the killas\nIt's why I look at God kinda odd\nCause these are the cards that he deal us\nRamen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\nAnd the mamas can't stop us\nAnd these choppers might kill us\nLook these wild niggas in they eyes\nIn the video it's some niggas that done died\nLooked the ghosts in the face and I cried\nNo Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\nWith an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\nWith a clean record but I'm cursed\nTo make a half a million off a verse\nNigga, chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.51] And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n[00:09.47] \"Billy Blue\"\n[00:10.08] Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n[00:16.31] Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n[00:18.97] HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n[00:28.00] That's all I appreciate right there man\n[00:32.15] I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n[00:35.34] TALK TO 'EM\n[00:36.86] \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n[00:37.27] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:38.57] Car cosigned by my mama\n[00:40.74] Medical card from Obama\n[00:42.87] Background check for a chopper\n[00:52.77] \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[00:53.08] Background check for a chopper\n[00:54.33] Background check for a chopper\n[00:56.33] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[00:58.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:00.56] Medical card from Obama\n[01:02.72] Background check for a chopper\n[01:04.48] Background check for a chopper\n[01:06.22] Background check for a chopper\n[01:07.46] \"1: Billy Blue\"\n[01:07.70] I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n[01:11.17] My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n[01:14.23] That's three muscles recertified\n[01:16.37] I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n[01:20.06] When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n[01:23.61] I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n[01:27.69] Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n[01:31.23] I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n[01:34.02] Just know what's free\n[01:36.07] You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n[01:39.22] Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n[01:43.53] I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n[01:47.04] Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n[01:51.23] So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n[01:54.99] Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n[01:59.39] Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n[02:03.09] Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n[02:06.76] See we straight, see this money I make\n[02:10.36] This block can stay, ha\n[02:11.13] \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n[02:11.54] Filet mignon with my food stamps\n[02:12.94] Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n[02:14.82] Let me hit you back on my government phone\n[02:16.98] Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n[02:18.78] We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n[02:20.61] Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n[02:22.64] Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n[02:24.70] Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n[02:27.07] People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n[02:29.26] Although they may smile and be cordial\n[02:30.98] Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n[02:32.67] Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n[02:34.73] Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n[02:36.50] Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n[02:38.13] The murder rate ain't back down yet\n[02:39.50] Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n[02:40.92] To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n[02:42.43] Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n[02:45.84] Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n[02:47.84] To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n[02:50.41] I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n[02:54.26] I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n[02:57.78] They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n[03:02.06] But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n[03:05.89] So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n[03:08.37] You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n[03:12.05] All in all, the Lord as my witness\n[03:13.58] \"\"x2\n[03:29.74] \"3: Trouble\"\n[03:29.92] Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n[03:32.02] I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n[03:33.98] I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n[03:35.87] My teachers all told me that were probable\n[03:37.54] Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n[03:39.46] I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n[03:41.55] Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n[03:43.84] Well you better have extension on the clip\n[03:46.00] Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n[03:50.26] I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n[03:54.51] For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n[03:58.37] My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n[04:01.73] Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n[04:04.78] Cause the country is taking notice\n[04:05.91] More fiends are risin'\n[04:06.94] Molly the new dope and I\n[04:08.12] Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n[04:09.51] Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n[04:11.26] You just tell them it was stolen\n[04:13.46] Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n[04:15.75] Without it kinda hopeless\n[04:17.21] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:19.17] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:21.32] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:23.49] Felonies all in your background\n[04:24.83] Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n[04:27.02] I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n[04:29.08] Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n[04:31.10] Felonies all in your background\n[04:32.70] \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n[04:32.91] I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n[04:34.82] Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n[04:36.52] I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n[04:38.60] Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n[04:40.69] Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n[04:42.56] Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n[04:44.36] Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n[04:46.54] I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n[04:48.62] All of my whips wetter than a water house\n[04:50.27] Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n[04:52.31] Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n[04:55.12] Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n[04:56.35] My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n[04:58.64] Nigga health care insured by that guap\n[05:00.61] Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n[05:02.55] Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n[05:04.58] Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n[05:06.53] Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n[05:08.46] I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n[05:10.35] Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n[05:12.39] Tell 'em I need the chopper\n[05:13.12] They tellin' me I'm a felon\n[05:14.26] I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n[05:15.47] I beat the case in '97\n[05:16.45] And I wasn't acquainted with him\n[05:17.46] But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n[05:18.41] But they don't want me to make it\n[05:19.38] That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n[05:20.43] If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n[05:22.31] They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n[05:24.37] If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n[05:25.65] Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n[05:28.42] Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n[05:30.40] You can move all you want just not sudden\n[05:32.25] It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n[05:34.21] The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n[05:35.97] \"\"x2\n[05:50.81] \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n[05:51.06] Storm is gone now it's all clear\n[05:53.68] The road was long but we all here\n[05:55.49] Now go and tell, I don't care\n[05:57.67] 2014 is our year\n[05:59.60] Big shout out to the whole streets\n[06:01.63] This goes out to all that knows me\n[06:03.51] All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n[06:05.31] Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n[06:07.28] Look I don't care, I don't share\n[06:09.30] I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n[06:11.15] I send them choppers around there\n[06:12.95] When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n[06:15.45] Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n[06:19.15] Livin' like life is supposed to be\n[06:20.98] And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n[06:23.42] To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n[06:27.12] Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n[06:29.13] And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n[06:30.38] Think so slick, come and get me dog\n[06:33.23] None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n[06:35.10] Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n[06:36.92] None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n[06:39.63] You think an echo was y'all\n[06:41.38] You need to think tactical dog\n[06:43.87] We laughin' at y'all\n[06:44.75] While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n[06:46.79] Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n[06:48.73] Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n[06:50.87] Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n[06:52.76] When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n[06:54.35] \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n[06:54.43] I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n[06:56.55] That Bentley out in that driveway\n[06:58.74] Cost more than my house did\n[07:00.60] Fuck land, I'm fly today\n[07:03.06] First class if I fly\n[07:04.87] Credit card ain't mine\n[07:06.41] Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n[07:08.48] But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n[07:10.45] IPhone in my baby name\n[07:12.71] Long way from that chirp\n[07:14.63] Strip pole in my bedroom\n[07:16.11] But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:18.17] I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n[07:20.09] Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n[07:22.29] But a real nigga can't judge\n[07:24.59] That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n[07:26.22] Record deal, fuck college\n[07:28.33] Missed out but no pyrex\n[07:30.18] My Harley got low milage\n[07:32.05] This white carpet in my project\n[07:33.94] 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n[07:37.70] My side bitch said she pregnant\n[07:39.59] But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:41.62] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:43.68] I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n[07:45.45] And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n[07:47.12] So he don't got my name\n[07:50.01] Cheap rims on my ride\n[07:51.42] Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n[07:53.59] I ain't addicted to shit\n[07:55.37] My weed man on my speed dial\n[07:57.25] \"\"x2\n[08:12.34] \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n[08:12.51] Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n[08:14.75] AR-15 with collapsible stock\n[08:16.70] Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n[08:18.28] With 150 round magazine and a dot\n[08:20.56] FMJ's by the box, nigga\n[08:22.88] Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n[08:24.64] Shouldn't find that surprising\n[08:26.78] Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n[08:28.62] Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n[08:30.95] Welfare baby can't afford me\n[08:32.86] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:34.61] Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n[08:36.75] Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n[08:38.65] Work twice as hard to complete myself\n[08:40.63] My opposition is not pretending\n[08:42.58] When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n[08:45.04] Fuck being a hip hop purist\n[08:46.90] When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n[08:48.42] Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n[08:50.54] RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n[08:52.98] It's why I look at God kinda odd\n[08:54.95] Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n[08:56.53] Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n[08:58.43] And the mamas can't stop us\n[08:59.68] And these choppers might kill us\n[09:00.75] Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n[09:02.45] In the video it's some niggas that done died\n[09:04.47] Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n[09:06.02] No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n[09:07.81] With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n[09:11.91] With a clean record but I'm cursed\n[09:13.84] To make a half a million off a verse\n[09:15.76] Nigga, chop\n[09:18.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chopper\n  artist: Fiasco, Lupe feat. 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Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  start_ms: 156500\n  end_ms: 158130\n- text: The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  start_ms: 158130\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 160920\n- text: To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  start_ms: 160920\n  end_ms: 162430\n- text: Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  start_ms: 162430\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  start_ms: 165840\n  end_ms: 167840\n- text: To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  start_ms: 167840\n  end_ms: 170410\n- text: I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  start_ms: 170410\n  end_ms: 174260\n- text: I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  start_ms: 174260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188370\n- text: You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  start_ms: 188370\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: All in all, the Lord as my witness\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 193580\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 193580\n  end_ms: 209740\n- text: '\"3: Trouble\"'\n  start_ms: 209740\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 213980\n- text: I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  start_ms: 213980\n  end_ms: 215870\n- text: My teachers all told me that were probable\n  start_ms: 215870\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Well you better have extension on the clip\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226000\n- text: Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  start_ms: 226000\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 234510\n- text: For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  start_ms: 234510\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 241730\n- text: Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  start_ms: 241730\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: Cause the country is taking notice\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 245910\n- text: More fiends are risin'\n  start_ms: 245910\n  end_ms: 246940\n- text: Molly the new dope and I\n  start_ms: 246940\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 249510\n- text: Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  start_ms: 249510\n  end_ms: 251260\n- text: You just tell them it was stolen\n  start_ms: 251260\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 255750\n- text: Without it kinda hopeless\n  start_ms: 255750\n  end_ms: 257210\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 257210\n  end_ms: 259170\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 259170\n  end_ms: 261320\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 261320\n  end_ms: 263490\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 263490\n  end_ms: 264830\n- text: Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  start_ms: 264830\n  end_ms: 267020\n- text: I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  start_ms: 267020\n  end_ms: 269080\n- text: Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  start_ms: 269080\n  end_ms: 271100\n- text: Felonies all in your background\n  start_ms: 271100\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: '\"4: Trae tha Truth\"'\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 272910\n- text: I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  start_ms: 272910\n  end_ms: 274820\n- text: Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  start_ms: 274820\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 278600\n- text: Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  start_ms: 278600\n  end_ms: 280690\n- text: Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  start_ms: 280690\n  end_ms: 282560\n- text: Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  start_ms: 282560\n  end_ms: 284360\n- text: Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  start_ms: 284360\n  end_ms: 286540\n- text: I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  start_ms: 286540\n  end_ms: 288620\n- text: All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  start_ms: 288620\n  end_ms: 290270\n- text: Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  start_ms: 290270\n  end_ms: 292310\n- text: Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  start_ms: 292310\n  end_ms: 295120\n- text: Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  start_ms: 295120\n  end_ms: 296350\n- text: My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  start_ms: 296350\n  end_ms: 298640\n- text: Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  start_ms: 298640\n  end_ms: 300610\n- text: Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  start_ms: 300610\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  start_ms: 302550\n  end_ms: 304580\n- text: Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  start_ms: 304580\n  end_ms: 306530\n- text: Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  start_ms: 306530\n  end_ms: 308460\n- text: I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  start_ms: 308460\n  end_ms: 310350\n- text: Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  start_ms: 310350\n  end_ms: 312390\n- text: Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  start_ms: 312390\n  end_ms: 313120\n- text: They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  start_ms: 313120\n  end_ms: 314260\n- text: I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  start_ms: 314260\n  end_ms: 315470\n- text: I beat the case in '97\n  start_ms: 315470\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 317460\n- text: But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  start_ms: 317460\n  end_ms: 318410\n- text: But they don't want me to make it\n  start_ms: 318410\n  end_ms: 319380\n- text: That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  start_ms: 319380\n  end_ms: 320430\n- text: If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  start_ms: 320430\n  end_ms: 322310\n- text: They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  start_ms: 322310\n  end_ms: 324370\n- text: If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  start_ms: 324370\n  end_ms: 325650\n- text: Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  start_ms: 325650\n  end_ms: 328420\n- text: Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  start_ms: 328420\n  end_ms: 330400\n- text: You can move all you want just not sudden\n  start_ms: 330400\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334210\n- text: The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n  start_ms: 334210\n  end_ms: 335970\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 335970\n  end_ms: 350810\n- text: '\"5: Fam-Lay\"'\n  start_ms: 350810\n  end_ms: 351060\n- text: Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  start_ms: 351060\n  end_ms: 353680\n- text: The road was long but we all here\n  start_ms: 353680\n  end_ms: 355490\n- text: Now go and tell, I don't care\n  start_ms: 355490\n  end_ms: 357670\n- text: 2014 is our year\n  start_ms: 357670\n  end_ms: 359600\n- text: Big shout out to the whole streets\n  start_ms: 359600\n  end_ms: 361630\n- text: This goes out to all that knows me\n  start_ms: 361630\n  end_ms: 363510\n- text: All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  start_ms: 363510\n  end_ms: 365310\n- text: Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  start_ms: 365310\n  end_ms: 367280\n- text: Look I don't care, I don't share\n  start_ms: 367280\n  end_ms: 369300\n- text: I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  start_ms: 369300\n  end_ms: 371150\n- text: I send them choppers around there\n  start_ms: 371150\n  end_ms: 372950\n- text: When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  start_ms: 372950\n  end_ms: 375450\n- text: Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  start_ms: 375450\n  end_ms: 379150\n- text: Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  start_ms: 379150\n  end_ms: 380980\n- text: And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  start_ms: 380980\n  end_ms: 383420\n- text: To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  start_ms: 383420\n  end_ms: 387120\n- text: Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  start_ms: 387120\n  end_ms: 389130\n- text: And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  start_ms: 389130\n  end_ms: 390380\n- text: Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  start_ms: 390380\n  end_ms: 393230\n- text: None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 393230\n  end_ms: 395100\n- text: Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  start_ms: 395100\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399630\n- text: You think an echo was y'all\n  start_ms: 399630\n  end_ms: 401380\n- text: You need to think tactical dog\n  start_ms: 401380\n  end_ms: 403870\n- text: We laughin' at y'all\n  start_ms: 403870\n  end_ms: 404750\n- text: While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  start_ms: 404750\n  end_ms: 406790\n- text: Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  start_ms: 406790\n  end_ms: 408730\n- text: Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  start_ms: 408730\n  end_ms: 410870\n- text: Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  start_ms: 410870\n  end_ms: 412760\n- text: When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n  start_ms: 412760\n  end_ms: 414350\n- text: '\"6: Glasses Malone\"'\n  start_ms: 414350\n  end_ms: 414430\n- text: I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  start_ms: 414430\n  end_ms: 416550\n- text: That Bentley out in that driveway\n  start_ms: 416550\n  end_ms: 418740\n- text: Cost more than my house did\n  start_ms: 418740\n  end_ms: 420600\n- text: Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  start_ms: 420600\n  end_ms: 423060\n- text: First class if I fly\n  start_ms: 423060\n  end_ms: 424870\n- text: Credit card ain't mine\n  start_ms: 424870\n  end_ms: 426410\n- text: Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  start_ms: 426410\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 430450\n- text: IPhone in my baby name\n  start_ms: 430450\n  end_ms: 432710\n- text: Long way from that chirp\n  start_ms: 432710\n  end_ms: 434630\n- text: Strip pole in my bedroom\n  start_ms: 434630\n  end_ms: 436110\n- text: But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 436110\n  end_ms: 438170\n- text: I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  start_ms: 438170\n  end_ms: 440090\n- text: Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  start_ms: 440090\n  end_ms: 442290\n- text: But a real nigga can't judge\n  start_ms: 442290\n  end_ms: 444590\n- text: That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  start_ms: 444590\n  end_ms: 446220\n- text: Record deal, fuck college\n  start_ms: 446220\n  end_ms: 448330\n- text: Missed out but no pyrex\n  start_ms: 448330\n  end_ms: 450180\n- text: My Harley got low milage\n  start_ms: 450180\n  end_ms: 452050\n- text: This white carpet in my project\n  start_ms: 452050\n  end_ms: 453940\n- text: 30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  start_ms: 453940\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: My side bitch said she pregnant\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 459590\n- text: But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 459590\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463680\n- text: I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  start_ms: 463680\n  end_ms: 465450\n- text: And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  start_ms: 465450\n  end_ms: 467120\n- text: So he don't got my name\n  start_ms: 467120\n  end_ms: 470010\n- text: Cheap rims on my ride\n  start_ms: 470010\n  end_ms: 471420\n- text: Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  start_ms: 471420\n  end_ms: 473590\n- text: I ain't addicted to shit\n  start_ms: 473590\n  end_ms: 475370\n- text: My weed man on my speed dial\n  start_ms: 475370\n  end_ms: 477250\n- text: '\"\"x2'\n  start_ms: 477250\n  end_ms: 492340\n- text: '\"7: Lupe Fiasco\"'\n  start_ms: 492340\n  end_ms: 492510\n- text: Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  start_ms: 492510\n  end_ms: 494750\n- text: AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  start_ms: 494750\n  end_ms: 496700\n- text: Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  start_ms: 496700\n  end_ms: 498280\n- text: With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  start_ms: 498280\n  end_ms: 500560\n- text: FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  start_ms: 500560\n  end_ms: 502880\n- text: Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  start_ms: 502880\n  end_ms: 504640\n- text: Shouldn't find that surprising\n  start_ms: 504640\n  end_ms: 506780\n- text: Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  start_ms: 506780\n  end_ms: 508620\n- text: Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  start_ms: 508620\n  end_ms: 510950\n- text: Welfare baby can't afford me\n  start_ms: 510950\n  end_ms: 512860\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 512860\n  end_ms: 514610\n- text: Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  start_ms: 514610\n  end_ms: 516750\n- text: Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  start_ms: 516750\n  end_ms: 518650\n- text: Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  start_ms: 518650\n  end_ms: 520630\n- text: My opposition is not pretending\n  start_ms: 520630\n  end_ms: 522580\n- text: When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  start_ms: 522580\n  end_ms: 525040\n- text: Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  start_ms: 525040\n  end_ms: 526900\n- text: When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  start_ms: 526900\n  end_ms: 528420\n- text: Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  start_ms: 528420\n  end_ms: 530540\n- text: RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  start_ms: 530540\n  end_ms: 532980\n- text: It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  start_ms: 532980\n  end_ms: 534950\n- text: Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  start_ms: 534950\n  end_ms: 536530\n- text: Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  start_ms: 536530\n  end_ms: 538430\n- text: And the mamas can't stop us\n  start_ms: 538430\n  end_ms: 539680\n- text: And these choppers might kill us\n  start_ms: 539680\n  end_ms: 540750\n- text: Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  start_ms: 540750\n  end_ms: 542450\n- text: In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  start_ms: 542450\n  end_ms: 544470\n- text: Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  start_ms: 544470\n  end_ms: 546020\n- text: No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  start_ms: 546020\n  end_ms: 547810\n- text: With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  start_ms: 547810\n  end_ms: 551910\n- text: With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  start_ms: 551910\n  end_ms: 553840\n- text: To make a half a million off a verse\n  start_ms: 553840\n  end_ms: 555760\n- text: Nigga, chop\n  start_ms: 555760\n  end_ms: 558230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 558230\nplain: |-\n  And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco\n\n  \"Billy Blue\"\n  Know you gotta sit there and remember this one, Lupe\n  Had to get Blue on this track, you feel me?\n  HOLLA AT 'EM, WHOA\n  That's all I appreciate right there man\n  I live for this shit, nigga, you know what I mean\n  TALK TO 'EM\n\n  \"Lupe Fiasco\"x2\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Car cosigned by my mama\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"Bridge: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Medical card from Obama\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n  Background check for a chopper\n\n  \"1: Billy Blue\"\n  I got my chopper full and my black tee, slide\n  My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps\n  That's three muscles recertified\n  I'm riddin', niggas be watching, they don't want these problems\n  When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm plottin'\n  I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese\n  Got a Seven Tray in my mama yard, sittin' on D's\n  I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee\n  Just know what's free\n  You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique\n  Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake\n  I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate\n  Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite good\n  So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood\n  Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout\n  Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out\n  Cut the check anyway it come nigga, section 8\n  See we straight, see this money I make\n  This block can stay, ha\n\n  \"2: Buk of Psychodrama\"\n  Filet mignon with my food stamps\n  Would tell you I don't but it wouldn't be the truth\n  Let me hit you back on my government phone\n  Still a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do?\n  We get a blunt and a joint out of sawbuck of loud\n  Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans\n  Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes\n  Ain't nobody finna do shit important\n  People really don't give no fuck about nothing\n  Although they may smile and be cordial\n  Dealin' around with the wrong damn crowd\n  Then bring a frown to my friend up in an alley, we warned you\n  Background check for the chopper, the barrel\n  Breathin' back down the neck of imposters\n  The murder rate ain't back down yet\n  Cause they ain't wrote that down yet\n  To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'\n  Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned\n  Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be the person\n  To be some process in your progress or be the prevention\n  I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to\n  I get money, I ain't gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?\n  They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that\n  But those who pop they shit get the shit popped outta them it's still a fact\n  So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine\n  You'll solve you'll find that this is best for everyone involved\n  All in all, the Lord as my witness\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"3: Trouble\"\n  Permit, don't need permission from a doctor\n  I been smokin' since a pre-teen toddler\n  I been servin' since a jit tryna dodge all the obstacles\n  My teachers all told me that were probable\n  Probable cause, no cracka never really had it\n  I was just a nigga in a high price whip\n  Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto\n  Well you better have extension on the clip\n  Well beef comes around in the town more often than these bitches and emotions\n  I got a yapper, five dollars, off the streets (Yeah I'm totin')\n  For protection more than anything (You gon' test my devotion)\n  My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we outspoken\n  Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other environments\n  Cause the country is taking notice\n  More fiends are risin'\n  Molly the new dope and I\n  Apologize cause it was something I was promotin'\n  Chopper in my bitch name in case I light somebody up\n  You just tell them it was stolen\n  Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know\n  Without it kinda hopeless\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n  Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma\n  I done said out their names and niggas still ain't want no anna\n  Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down\n  Felonies all in your background\n\n  \"4: Trae tha Truth\"\n  I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka\n  Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka\n  I don't want a single chain I can't rocka\n  Heard em' tell me life is a bitch, can't stop her\n  Even if I could, I tell 'em I wouldn't knock her\n  Til I get that section 8 and then swap her\n  Baby mama tax return, new dropper\n  I might wanna go silk that bitch like I'm Shocker\n  All of my whips wetter than a water house\n  Food stamps getting flipped, what that water cost?\n  Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit\n  Filet Mignon, porterhouse\n  My little brother on his medical shit from that block street\n  Nigga health care insured by that guap\n  Doorways ain't hiding me, no stop\n  Jackers playin' overseas with they yacht\n  Shit I probly be the same I find drama\n  Law's out lookin' for me like Osama\n  I don't wanna do no bid, yo honor\n  Still waitin' on my one phone call from Obama\n  Tell 'em I need the chopper\n  They tellin' me I'm a felon\n  I'm tellin' 'em they got it wrong\n  I beat the case in '97\n  And I wasn't acquainted with him\n  But I'm tryna make it to Heaven\n  But they don't want me to make it\n  That's why the niggas be tellin' me\n  If I don't get the chopper I'mma probly run up inside them\n  They better gimme a answer, I'm tryna be cool\n  If I don't get it then everybody gon' fear it\n  Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school\n  Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'\n  You can move all you want just not sudden\n  It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin'\n  The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin'\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"5: Fam-Lay\"\n  Storm is gone now it's all clear\n  The road was long but we all here\n  Now go and tell, I don't care\n  2014 is our year\n  Big shout out to the whole streets\n  This goes out to all that knows me\n  All y'all pussy niggas, holies\n  Y'all play tough guys but call the police\n  Look I don't care, I don't share\n  I keep me a bad bitch with long hair\n  I send them choppers around there\n  When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge chair\n  Overseas, blowin' tree, blowin' green, throwin' B's\n  Livin' like life is supposed to be\n  And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me\n  To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't pop\n  Nigas hated on me but I wouldn't stop\n  And now life sweeter than a puddin' pop\n  Think so slick, come and get me dog\n  None of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog\n  Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog\n  None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog\n  You think an echo was y'all\n  You need to think tactical dog\n  We laughin' at y'all\n  While you thinking me and Lu radical, naw\n  Seein' this shit that keep goin' on\n  Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes\n  Store fingerprints on your mobile phone\n  When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on\n\n  \"6: Glasses Malone\"\n  I'm bout that, I'm bout that\n  That Bentley out in that driveway\n  Cost more than my house did\n  Fuck land, I'm fly today\n  First class if I fly\n  Credit card ain't mine\n  Don't know how I'm gettin' back\n  But in luxury I arrive (TURN UP)\n  IPhone in my baby name\n  Long way from that chirp\n  Strip pole in my bedroom\n  But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk\n  Miley Cyrus on that bullshit\n  But a real nigga can't judge\n  That for Billy Ray to have to deal with\n  Record deal, fuck college\n  Missed out but no pyrex\n  My Harley got low milage\n  This white carpet in my project\n  30 guns in my section, none of the homies got iron\n  My side bitch said she pregnant\n  But I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  I ain't claimin' shit but the game\n  And this one is mine, I don't trust his mama\n  So he don't got my name\n  Cheap rims on my ride\n  Mirrors loose as my beat pound\n  I ain't addicted to shit\n  My weed man on my speed dial\n\n  \"\"x2\n\n  \"7: Lupe Fiasco\"\n  Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop\n  AR-15 with collapsible stock\n  Picatinny rail with a three-point harness\n  With 150 round magazine and a dot\n  FMJ's by the box, nigga\n  Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga\n  Shouldn't find that surprising\n  Cause I bought the muthafucka from a cop\n  Ay, seen a lot of brown money as a shorty\n  Welfare baby can't afford me\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Healthcare there, I ain't worried\n  Excuse me, as I repeat myself\n  Work twice as hard to complete myself\n  My opposition is not pretending\n  When I work twice as hard to defeat myself\n  Fuck being a hip hop purist\n  When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus\n  Embrace the contradiction, you'll feel us\n  RIP to the homies but long live the killas\n  It's why I look at God kinda odd\n  Cause these are the cards that he deal us\n  Ramen can't fill us, Medicare can't heal us\n  And the mamas can't stop us\n  And these choppers might kill us\n  Look these wild niggas in they eyes\n  In the video it's some niggas that done died\n  Looked the ghosts in the face and I cried\n  No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I ride\n  With an L up sayin' \"free da guys\" like I'm Durk\n  With a clean record but I'm cursed\n  To make a half a million off a verse\n  Nigga, chop\n"}]