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letra de money, power, respect - chop

[intro]
these n-ggas done forgot, huh?
i gave these n-ggas loyalty over everything
i gave these n-ggas legend, i gave these n-ggas one deep
i made these n-ggas believe in chop
who the f-ck is you? feel me?
n-ggas is r-t-rded, man
i did this my own, by myself, by my own means
silly, man

[verse 1]
came a long way from the bottom, underrated for my cadence
my brain is in an asylum, these beats done drove me crazy
b-tch, i go full-speed, no stoppin, ’cause ain’t no broad gon’ break me
any n-gga that’s actin’ wild, that blaow, cool ’em down like ac
any no p-ssy up in my vein, no umbrellas up in my drank
this life, i took it in blood. y’all n-ggas still using paint
these n-ggas i ain’t gon’ trust, only n-gga gon’ keep me sane
while you g-ssin’ b-tches up, i’m putting matches to propane
fired up, hittin’ loud like firetrucks
and my presence on these songs be going hard like how i f-ck
everything i wanted, i work harder just to get it
i’m too focused on this money to be purposefully vindictive
your own family starvin’ and you worried ’bout some n-gga
i had to teach myself that all b-tches ain’t women
cause most these n-ggas soft, and most these n-ggas fraud
i don’t pay these clowns attention, that’s just time i can’t afford

[hook]
the money, the power, the power, respect
the money, the power, the power, respect
the money get the power, the power get respect
the power keep ’em straight, so they won’t forget

[verse 2]
and i swear to the most high, i be on my dough grind
i did this sh-t myself, imagine if i hadda cosign
ain’t n0body make me work, i did it on my own time
n-ggas last rhymes ain’t even f-ckin’ with my old rhymes
jealousy’s a m-th-f-cka, so therefore i never hate
i rather slip in a b-tch jaw and use the walls to renovate
your whole squad’s synthethic, fake, my tools black and decker safe
when i slide that six inch blade, you won’t get a figure eight
chopup get a n-gga shanked, call and get the buildin’ straight
chopper clear it out, like a fat b-tch’s dinner plate
the louder the gun, the faster my standards run, i handle that
leave him under white sheets, lookin’ like a camel’s back
them so called hard n-ggas turn into some candlewax
put ’em to the flame, and watch that n-gga’s manners crack
and my love for money is a feelin’ i can’t detach
i’m aiming for these faces like a paparazzi’s camera flash, n-gga

[hook]

- chop

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