Chop - The Jacka, Berner, Ampichino

We in the future, all my niggas young

Talkin' 'bout 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

Talkin' 'bout 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

I’m in the future all my niggas young

Talkin' 'bout my chop like it’s the only one

I’m on, produce a stone like my deuces on

Sippin' juice at a spot where if you snooze you gone

Sellin' coke, 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, leather, been on diamonds in the faces

I came up early pushin' tan 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

We in the future, all my niggas young

Talkin' 'bout 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

Talkin' 'bout 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

I’m still young, got plenty of cash

Ash trays full of gas, broad day, no need for a mask

I felt sick losin' 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, I’mma let the coke drain

Then call her by her hoe 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

We in the future, all my niggas young

Talkin' 'bout 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

Talkin' 'bout 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

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 (?)

We in the future, all my niggas young

Talkin' 'bout 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

Talkin' 'bout 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