Chops - Rent Money lyrics

[Intro] Chops on the track! [Verse One: Bambu] I could fight like Cung Lee with my old a** Putting bullets in my own ain't why I tote klacks That's for infiltrators tryna see me put down Mad cuz they can't get in the club, look at me now Out in Daygo in the southeast lamping out Dark skinned southeast Asian girls with their hair down Holding back their big brothers in the lot, scrappin' We from war torn third-world countries, what's happenin? I could show you what it means to be in poverty Where half a slice of bread is worth a strong arm robbery Rubber slippers f** the Jordans on your feet Smack a politician sample the slap into a beat If it ain't ;bout us tryna eat, might as well not even speak Lotta sh** I don't like, so I Chief Keef f** the chief of police, insert whatever city Mountain Brother with a platoon of guerillas ridin with me [Hook] {x2} My comrades don't fold, pop sh**, get throwed When it come to politicking all the homies need to know is Get money, rent money Get money, food money Get money, school money Stop taking sh** from me [Verse Two: Rocky Rivera] I can scrap like Rhonda Rousey with my short a** Armbar in the first round, know that These little birds wanna chirp non-stop But when I come around you could hear a pin drop Self-made prodigy, underground armories One woman army, ain't no politician stopping me Mad stripes like I'm Blues Clues And all my bad girls, hit em with that voodoo Want your country back? It don't belong to you And tell your god to go f** himself cause I'm on to you I'm a heathen who's lucky I'm even breathing Believe in what you believe in but money's never the reason But if the money comes who am I to say, "No"? I been struggling for years on that pay roll So all my soldiers get bucked when I say so Stick em for the yen, roopies, and they pesos [Hook] [Verse Three: Bambu] Chops Progressive with the flow and I ensure that Never a Trotskyite, Sondolomite or confused cat Always working cla** in all my doings And I'm doing music trying to stay attached through my students Cee and Lauren getting older Little Micah birthed a soldier Aldo, Rem G, X The UV getting colder With every word that they pen As long as truth for it stems Progress, forward motion, minor scrimmage, never bend Pescatarian and my diet's seafood when I'm grubbing brah Soon though I'ma have to cut the fish, like Jerry Bust a terrorist, and I ain't found a god that I believe in And every man they tell me is holy as a human being Bambu, yeah I be him One rifle a minimum Sacrificing morals, trying to keep somebody feeding him Never been my M.O Now Dunney Low he a thoroughbred Pouring out some coffee on the curb trying to wake the dead