Supa Star - Group Home

Lil' Dap: Damn son

Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man?

Shit shouldn’t be happening out here man

Niggas don’t be realizin' the shit, 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 sex money and drugs too but yo

Tell 'em how Duke said

Lil' Dap: 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

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 supa 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 these dizzy ass niggas that can think shit is sweet

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 the street

Kick a rhyme or 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 little Dap will blow your mind

Check it out like this

Melachi:

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)» (x3)

(«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 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 fuck the cops

I got superstar 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 flipping they wig

Chicks grabbing they cunts

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

One time for your mind before I break these streets

Ain’t nothing holding 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 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 niggas you’ll see

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

«Super star»