Supa Star Lyrics - Livin' Proof - The Group Home

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 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 

"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 shit 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 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 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 fuck y'all movin' on up" -Melachi 

"Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" 

"So what the fuck 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 now-a-days 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 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 niggas flipping they wig 

Chicks grabbing they cunts 

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

One times for your mind before I brake 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 apon 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" 

"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" -Melachi 

"Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" 

"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" 

"Yo check it check it out like this here we go"-Melachi