Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael William Clarke
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Choppa lyrics (Chorus) I be in the back of the trap where the ballers be. Remember to look both ways (yea)before you cross the streets. If you ever coped a plead, please don’t talk to me. If you never coped a key, please don’t talk to me
(First Verse) I was with the big-league hitters they’d sit and plot with me. There ant no story book endings another child shot at 3. What we doing to our own people should of shot them free. Instead, they robbing grannies out here they are not no g’s. Where the Og’s at now they lock deceased. That’s why Pac would preach. And so much choppa speak. And most them shots police. They are not Og’s. They washed up but they are not so clean. They ant Wu tang clan they ant got no cream. That’s why we be listening to Pac thinking bout better days. Back when they had the block in line, and they made cheddar plays. Og’s really looked out for yougins and taught um bout the game. Told um go to school, do your work, and finish with good grades. That was before the Rico, and they all got locked. Now Og’s telling youngins run in, so they don’t get caught. That shit need to stop. Hitters always got the Glock. They work around the clock. Blicky on the table blicky never not. In case the queen Latifa need to set it off
(Chorus) I be in the back of the trap where the ballers be. Remember to look both ways (yea)before you cross the streets. If you ever coped a plead, please don’t talk to me. If you never coped a key, please don’t talk to me
(2nd verse) you can watch but ant no stopping me. I run it back just like a soccer team. I’m from the back acting hard was not a thing. I held shit together streets apostrophe. Plant thought without no pottery. Just a lot of dreams not a lot of sleep. That’s how this shit just got to be. That’s how this shit was taught to me. I remember OG had pulled me aside. He said don’t join no gangs until your family dies. Cuz if your moms on the death bed they’ll expect you to slide. Or they’ll take flight on your or they gonna take your life. Ant no simping in these streets so you better hide. They don’t care if you seek out Christ those bullets rise. They’ll put you right in front of God so you can see his eyes, or below underground where the devil lies
Written by: Michael William Clarke
