Chop

[Hook: The Jacka] We in the future all my niggas young Talk about my chop like it's the only one Over the paper look what we've become When we gettin' rich while we still young We in the future all my niggas young Talk about my chop like it's the only one Over the paper look what we've become We gettin' rich out here while we still young [Verse 1: The Jacka] I'm in the future all my niggas young Talkin' bout my chop like it's the only one (?) Sippin' juice at a spot where if you snooze you gone Sellin' (?) same spot where I shoot my arm We gettin' dough but where we go we can't use a dime But if you want we sendin' soldiers although you were kind Drug dealin' no feelings when we out our mind We not lookin' at Lebron if there's powder flyin' The complications on the Day-Date'll have you traumatized But a Yacht-Master had a plasma leakin' out your eye Grand Complications is a grown man's conversation Four hundred grand neva been on diamonds in the faces I came up early pushin' tens when all they want was spaceships My cousin Will, cousin Ray they wasn't only gangsters Paper over patience when only tough guys ink they faces [Hook] [Verse 2: Berner] I'm still young, got plenty of cash Ash trays full of gas, broad day no need for a mask I felt sick movin' money in the mail like that But I bought 20 more and then I bounced right back We take trips just to flex, 2 weeks in Qatar Gold Glocks, big yachts, and beautiful cars I got bitches on the East Coast catch me in Scores I'm in a Mink Coat tellin' baby give me some more Louie V gold frames, ima let the coke drain Then call her by her whole name Ten karat we can set it down in the tank Cream soda with the drank, eyes red as the paint When I'm gone will they live for me? Will I see 40 or will I die young? Pray for me Take some coke and rub it on my gums I love my chop like it's the only one [Hook] [Verse 3: Ampichino] All of this paper what have we become You dealin' with a nigga that rarely see the sun Young, dumb, full of cum plus I'm on the run I love the sound of my gun like it's my only one No love in my heart, the city where I'm from Will tear you apart if you ain't really from the slums I murder emcees to the sound of the drum I bleed the block my Nina pop cause where I'm from It's kill or be killed you down for the hunt Put your murder gloves on and wrap 'em round the pump You ready to eat, you tired of these crumbs You so used to losin' you don't know when you won I slide around with a honey-bun Only time I don't feel pain is when the money come My girl asked me, what I'm runnin' from I said I'm runnin' from the world (?) [Hook]