Group Home - Supa Star lyrics
Intro: Lil' Dap: Damn son Melachi: What the f** is wrong with you man? sh** shouldn't be happening out here man. n***as don't be realizin' the sh** man but yo tell 'em what you be seein' out your window. Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday. Melachi:Man yo I be seeing s** money and d** too but yo tell 'em how duke said. Lil' Dap: The world's about to end. Melachi the Nutcracker: 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 f** 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 dough like Pablo Escobar Lil' Dap: 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 these dizzy a** n***as and chicks think sh** 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 this hype sound The things I've seen will make a grown man dream A street saying: "Don't buy youself; 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, surviving with the time Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind Check it out like this Melachi: And then like that "Super star" Hook: "So what the f** y'all movin' on up" -Melachi "Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" (x3) "So what the f** y'all movin' on up" "Yo check it check it out like this here we go"-Melachi Melachi: 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 wanna 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 f** the cops I got super star props Big time doe, money is a thriller I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac k**er No lie but before I say bye You can't take money with cha when you die "Super duper star" Lil' Dap: Yo I got n***as flippin' they wig Chicks grabbin' they c*nts As they rhyme they get doper, infants 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' sh** will get revealed As the times will get better And you know I got sk**s I seen the days turn into nights As the stars shine bright Motherf**ers 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 apon me Watch me live free as can be With my n***as you'll see Raisin' to the top like a rocket sh** yo I go far "Super star" Hook