Supa Star

Damn son, what the **** is wrong with you man?

**** shouldn't be happening out here man

*****s don't be realizin' the **** man but yo tell 'em

What you be seein' out your window

Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday

Man, yo I be seeing *** money and drugs too

But yo tell 'em how duke said

The worlds 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 **** 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 **** 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&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 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 **** y'all movin' on up, Melachi

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

So what the **** y'all movin' on up

Yo check it, check it out like this here we go, 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 nowadays I talk to a brother

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

In the streets bustin' off shots **** 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 *****s flippin' they wig

Chicks grabbin' they cunts

As they rhyme they get ****r 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' **** 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

************s moet and chicks they keep steppin'

Like Dom Perrion one day will live large

Word to ***** 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 *****s you'll see

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

Super star

So what the **** y'all movin' on up, Melachi

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this

So what the **** y'all movin' on up

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