Batman

Bruce Wayne, fighting crime not a problem

And I be rolling with robin, Gordon say get 'em I got 'em

Yeah, what? Joker back up in the streets

Out asylum man he sneaked, now he looking for some beef

Huh, yeah, outting on mask in the cave

I gotta get 'em today, Alfred please hand me my k's

Wait, no guns, can't even use 'em for fun

I'm my parents' only son, they died, so I'm the only one

Back to the mission, the Joker I'm getting, the Batmobile push it to start

I ain't got no powers, just me and Dick Grayson, our tools and just no, we got heart

Hear ignition, it click, and it spark, hit streets and I dip and I dart

Gotham is crazy, hope Joker's not far

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman

Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan

Yeah, wait, I'm not really Bruce Wayne

I'm a nigga that's strange, I'm just out looking for change

Mask up, hitting a lick, what the fuck

Every night rob by the book, stick up a joker, it shine and get took

Yeah, sad, hoping that things will get better

I can't be jugging forever, trying to buy some margielas

Shining, haters, niggas they always would clown me

See things that's better around me, slowly my vision got cloudy

So a nigga got fed up, and mustered some bread up, and purchased a mask for his face

Called victims the joker, the act that was robbing, and Gotham the streets he would lay

His people around him, don't know a thing, discreet, no acts on display

Get less of a charge, don't use a gat damn, that's why he call himself batman

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman

Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan

Feels like I was born a villan, ghetto living so much pressure

Try your best to do the right, still can end up on a stretcher

Shit is sad and very true, tell me what would Jesus do

When living is a constant battle, following the other chattle

Leads you to destruction, and some fuck shit, you ain't wanna be in

Faith in God and beat the odds? Hella hard, it's tough believing

In something that you can't see, maybe I'll just sell some tree

Stack my bread up, flip these dimes and move to the next D.O.C

Sad life, bad life, I wanted white boy Chad's life

But being broke won't cut it in the ghetto like a bad knife

On some good filet mignon, that's what I have dreams of eating

Till I hit the motherload, guess I'll have to keep on being

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman

Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan