Group Home - Supa Star Lyrics
Intro:Lil dap: damn sonMelachi: what the ***** is wrong with you man? shit shouldnt be happeningOut here man. niggas dont be realizin the shit man but yo tell em whatYou 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 dukeSaid.Lil dap: the worlds about to end.Melachi the nutcracker:Born in the ghetto its hard to surviveSome have achieved and many brothers triedBut I realized which life to chooseI wanna make money so I gotta pay duesBut theres no rules and you only have one chanceIf ya ***** up kid you face the circumstanceAt night I use to scream and shoutLivin in the ghetto trying to get the hell outSo I would try as I watch my friends dieBut all I could do was sit back and cryThese are feelings Im expressing through my rhymesI been through hard times so many problems on my mindI wasnt living rich and I also wasnt poorI try to appreciate but I deserve moreYeah superman supa starGive me super fat doe like pablo escobarSuper duper starLil dap:Feared by bandits hated by chicksLoved by kids I never did a bidYes the group home is thickPlus I dont eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weakYo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the carAfter that keep it movin have no time to be foolinAround town a&rs you get down with the hype soundThe things I say will make a grown man dreamI speak sayings go by yourself, be by yourselfLet my lyrics vibrate and shake the earthI travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to streetKick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermindMom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyesNow Im out on my own survival with the dimeLike an african tribe little dap will blow your mindCheck it out like thisMelachi:And then like thatSuper starHook:So what the ***** yall movin on up -melachiYes the group home is thick so all yall punks hear this (x3)So what the ***** yall movin on upYo check it check it out like this here we go-melachiMelachi:Walkin the tunnels of hell the next levelIts the nutcracker givin hell to the devilPlayin the game the new york painMakes me wanna bust but I just maintainCause now-a-days I talk to a brotherAlways love your mother cause youll never get anotherIn the streets bustin off shots ***** the copsI got super small propsBig time doe, money is a thrillerIm gettin more iller than the zodiac killerNo lie but before I say byeYou cant take money with cha when you dieSuper duper starLil dap:Yo I got niggas flippin they wigChicks grabbin they cuntsAs they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with bluntsOne times for your mind before I brake these streetsAint nothin holdin me back hip hop trackYo son you know the feelin shit will get revealedAs the times will get betterAnd you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nightsAs the stars shine brightMother*****ers moet and chicks they keep steppinLike dom perrion one day will live largeWord to allah and it dont seem hardNo more jealousy and envyCurse is put apon meWatch me live free at the clinkWith my niggas youll seeRaisin to the top like a rocket shit yo I go farSuper starHook
