Supa Star

Born in the ghetto, it's hard to survive

Some have achieved and many brothers tried

But I realized which life to choose

I want to 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 use to scream and shout

Livin' 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 doe 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 movin' have no time to be foolin'

Around town A&R's 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 my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth

I travel ghetto to ghetto, back streets to street

Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind

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

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

Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind

Check it out like this

And then like that

Super star

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level

It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil

Playin' the game, the New York pain

Makes me want to bust but I just maintain

Cause now-a-days I talk to a brother

Always love your mother cause you'll never get another

In the streets bustin' off shots

Fuck the cops, I got super small props

Big time doe, money is a thriller

I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer

No lie but before I say bye

You can't take money with cha when you die

Super duper star

Yo I got niggas flippin' they wig

Chicks grabbin' they cunts

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

One times for your mind before I brake these streets

Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track

Yo son, you know the feelin'

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

Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin'

Like Dom Perrion 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 niggas you'll see

Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far

Super star

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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

So what the fuck, y'all movin' on up?

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