And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe
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I got my chopper full and my black tee, My baby done fucked up on her food stamps That's muscles recertified I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these When them bills due, get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin' I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my Got a Chevy in my mama yard, sittin' on E's I'm bout fee, I'm bout this fee know what's free You born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't critique Look at me nigga, a young hood nigga tryna get this cake I don't need to be givin' out how gon' educate Filet mignon for my food stamps I know mama credit quite So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm Got a house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out Cut the J anyway it nigga, section 8 See we straight, how much money I This [?]
Filet mignon with my food Would you don't really want be the truth Let me hit you on my government phone a hood nigga, whatcha want me to do? We get a and a joint out of [?] Where I'm from we be hoopin' in Jordans Five dollar white t-shirts and them cigarettes nobody fit to do shit important People don't give no fuck about nothing Although they may and be cordial around with the wrong damn crowd Then bring a frown to my [?] warn you Background for the chopper [?] The murder rate ain't down yet [?] To the nigga that was tryna say Some people, listen, you could be or be preconditioned Or speak the preacher, been preaching be the person To be some in your progress or be the prevention I live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to I get money, I gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you? They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can with that But those who pop they shit get the shit outta them it's still a fact So your business and stay the fuck outta mine You'll find that this is best for everyone involved All in all [?]
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Permit, need permission from a doctor I been smokin' a pre-teen toddler I been servin' since a jit tryna all the obstacles My teachers all told me that were Probable cause, no crack a never had it I was just a in a high price whip Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education up in the ghetto you better have extension on the clip Well comes around in the town more often than these bitches in motion I got a yapper, five dollars, off the Yea I'm told for more than anything Don't my devotion My first amendment right, they violate it we out smokin' Chicago violence boostin' up but we just focussin' on other [?] fiends [?] Apologize cause [?] Chopper and my bitch they ain't light somebody up You just tell them [?] who it Rich gunplay, shit all they see that's all they know it kinda hopeless Said this is in '09 and no medicare for grandma I done out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?] Lu probly tell me Trouble you put the mack down Feelin' all in your background Said is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma I said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?] Lu probly tell me you gotta put the mack down Feelin' these all in background
I used to run up in your crib with that go 'blaka Nigga tryna brick my squad I'm Waka I want a single chain I can't rocka [?] life is a bitch, stop her Even if I could, I tell 'em I knock her Til the get the 6 and then her mama tax return, new dropper I might so sip that bitch like I'm [?] All of my [?] bought a house Food stamp, get flipped, that water cost? Yea I'm actin a nigga that ain't never had shit Mignon porter house My little brother on his medical shit that block street Nigga health care insured by guap More ways [?] to me [?] playin' overseas with they yacht Shit I probly be the same I find Law's out lookin' for me Osama I don't wanna do no bid, yo Still waitin' on my one phone from Obama Tell 'em I need the tellin' me i'm a fellon I the case and that's it And I wasn't with him But I'm make it to Heaven But they want me to make it why the niggas be tellin' me If I don't get the chopper I'mma run up inside them They better a answer, I'm tryna be cool If I don't get it everybody gon' fear it Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like in school Bed blues, everybody up somethin' You can move all you want not southern It ain't no I was playin' I am not frontin The of a goon, I am not stuntin
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is gone now it's all clear The was long but we all here [?] I care 2014 is our Big shout out to the streets This goes out to all that me All y'all niggas, holies Y'all tough guys but call the police Look I don't care, I share I keep me a bad around here I send them choppers around When I'm somewhere sittin' in a lounge Overseas, blowin' tree, green, throwin' B's Livin' life is supposed to be And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll me To the top, couldn't stop, had a major but it wouldn't pop Niggas hated on me but I wouldn't And now sweeter than a puddin' pop Think so slick, and get me dog of y'all niggas fuckin' with me dog Some of y'all niggas with me dog None of niggas' boots fit me dog You an echo was y'all You need to tactical dog We laughin' at While you me and Lu [?] Seein' this shit that keep on Then pick a zone for your mobile homes Store fingerprints on your mobile When you sippin' that we keep blowin' on
I'm bout that, I'm that billy out in that driveway Cost more my house did Fuck land, I'm fly class if I fly Credit ain't mine Don't know how I'm back But in luxury I iPhone in my baby Long way from that Strip in my bedroom But kill my daughter if she twerk I'mma my daughter if she twerk Cyrus is that bullshit But a can't judge That for Billy Ray to to deal with Record deal, fuck out but no pyrex My got low mileage white carpet in my project 30 guns in my section, of the homies got [?] My side and she pregnant I claimin' shit but the game And this one is mine, I trust his mama So he got my name [?] loose as my [?] I ain't to shit My weed man on my dial
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Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop with collapsible stock Picket [?] with a 3 [?] Wish 150 magazine and a dot FMJ's by the box, Got the same as the SWATs, nigga Shouldn't that surprising I bought the muthafucka from a cop Ain't seen a lot of brown money as a baby can't afford me Healthcare there, I ain't Healthcare there, I ain't Excuse me, as I repeat twice as hard to complete myself My is not pretending When I work twice as hard to defeat Fuck a hip hop purist I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus At least it's a contradiction, feel us RIP to the homies but live the killas It's why I at God kinda odd Cause these are the that he deal us [?] can't feel us, Medicare heal us And the mamas can't us And these choppers might us Look these wild niggas in eyes In the video it's some niggas that done Looked the ghosts in the face and I No Wu-Tang, just Lu gang when I [?] sayin' free the guys I'm dirty With a record but I'm cursed To make a a million off a verse Nigga,