Supa Star

Damn, son

The fuck's wrong with you man?

Shit be happening out here, man

**** don't be realizing this shit, man

But yo, tell 'em what you be seein' out your window

(Yo, I been seein' out my window gunshots everyday)

Man, yo, I seen sex, money and drugs too, but yo

Tell 'em how Duke said

The world's about to end

Born in the ghetto, it's hard to survive

Some have achieved and many brothers tried

But I realized which life to choose

I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues

But there's no rules and you only have one chance

If ya fuck up kid, you face the circumstance

At night I used to scream and shout

Living in the ghetto trying to get the hell out

So I would try as I watch my friends die

But all I could do was sit back and cry

These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes

I been through hard times, so many problems on my mind

I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor

I try to appreciate but I deserve more

Yeah, superman Supa Star

Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar

Super duper star

Feared by bandits, hated by chicks

Loved by kids, I never did a bid

Yes, the Group Home is thick

Plus I don't eat beef 'cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak

Yo, I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car

After that keep it moving, have no time to be fooling

Around town A&Rs, you get down with the hype sound

The things I say will make a grown man dream

I speak sayings, go by yourself, be by yourself

Let me lyrics vibrate and shake the earth

I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to the street

Take your mind off crime with this ill mastermind

Mom dukes used to tell me with these tears in her eyes

Now I'm out on my own, survival with the dime

Like an African tribe Lil' Dap will blow your mind

Check it out like this

And then like that

Supa Star

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you  punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yo, check it, check it out like this, here we go

Walking the tunnels of hell the next level

It's the Nutcracker giving hell to the devil

Playing the game, the New York pain

Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain

'Cause nowadays I talk to a brother

Always love your mother 'cause you'll never get another

In the streets busting off shots, fuck the cops

I got superstar props

Big time dough, money is a thriller

I'm getting more iller than the Zodiac Killer

No lie but before I say bye

You can't take money with ya when you die

Super duper star

Yo, I got **** flipping they wig

Chicks grabbing they cunts

As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts

One times for your mind before I break these streets

Ain't nothing holding me back, hip-hop track

Yo, son you know the feeling, shit will get revealed

As the times will get better

And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights

As the stars shine bright

Motherfucker Moet and chicks they keep stepping

Like Dom Perignon one day will live large

Word to Allah and it don't seem hard

No more jealousy and envy

Curse is put upon me

Watch me live free at the clink

With my **** you'll see

Rising to the top like a rocket ship, yo I go far

Supa Star

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all you punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all y'all punks hear this

So what the fuck, y'all moving on up

Yo, check it, check it out like this, here we go