No Superman Lyrics - Gmb [deluxe Edition] - Pac Div

I already know I ain't invincible, we in these niggas' scopes 

Mama said the realest ones always got the strength to cope 

Fuck all the fame, we gon' leave the game with our soul 

Jedi mind and we ain't never changed, niggas know 

That's how the shit'll go, they build you up to back you down 

Though it's wrong, nigga chain smoking black and milds 

Four sips from blacking out, one song from Bill Gatin' 

Classics in the catalog, niggas still hating 

Not from trees but for cheese niggas still hanging 

Lost my heart with my brother but we still praying 

Life's a catch 22 

Put the spark to my blunt, drown my stress in a brew 

I ain't Superman 

I ain't Superman 

I ain't Superman 

You ain't Superman 

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I ain't Superman 

I ain't Superman 

You ain't Superman 

You ain't Superman 

We start out as tadpoles in mama's tummy 

And come out as assholes always wanting money 

It's me, myself, and all the ones who love me 

Cause when I'm on, they don't want nothing from me 

Superficial shit be bugging me like 

All the superficial bitches fucking me right 

We make the superficial sound lovely right 

I sell you a dream and you gon' fuck with me right 

Is this shit too smart? 

Am I saying too much? Is this shit too art? 

Is yo bitch that bad? 

Do you really put on, nigga is that yo car? 

Life's a catch 22 

Put the spark to my blunt, drown my stress in a brew 

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When that real shit gon' come back home, it's been decades 

Sick of this bullshit spreading over the airwaves 

My hand hurting like I'm writing ten essays 

My head hurting like I'm fighting ten ese's 

Eyes hazy, blowing on kush crazy 

Less TV, more books lately, home body 

Flow godly, dreads look crazy 

Niggas think I'm from Da Bush Babees, bars make 'em push daisies 

Alpha, omega, problem and solution 

and conclusion, the start and the finish 

In a tug-of-war with this art and this business 

That's why a nigga gotta play it smart with decisions 

Occult symbolism in this art, pay attention 

Pagan messages, these niggas lost their religions 

They some, false prophets, the rhyme profits 

They evade the truth, confront 'em, they go off topic 

Don't compare me to these pop objects 

You wouldn't compare Fred Segal to Hot Topic 

All brains and beats, yep it's called logic 

Getting brain from freaks we meet at y'all college, just using raw knowledge 

Nag Champas, all conscious like Kweli 

Niggas think I'm Wale, women wanna parlay 

When I was down and out, ain't nobody wanna call me 

See me on my grind, now they all late 

But I ain't no Superman