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Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all
It's your boy Ghetto Superman
A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife
What up Young Boy?
Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill
We livin' on the hill, ya know?
Talkin' about the front row, front row?
We livin' on death row
We grew up in the gutter
Eatin' peanut butter sandwiches with no jam
We looked up to the hustlers on the corner
Throat sore from screamin', "Get your money man"
Had dreams of movin' on up to the big leagues
Like George, Weezy and Florence
But it's kinda hard when police is havin' you killed
Resurrected, rearrested for old bench warrants
Yeah, it's a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can
Only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
Is some of us got caught on our way to Heaven
Takin' the shortcut through Hell
Ghetto Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman
If you played on my playground
You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, they shootin'"
Lost my daddy in a shoot out, chest all blew out
Another family ruined
Had dreams of findin' a good job
So he wouldn't have to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid
Finally get what we deserved
Instead of havin' to take what they give us
Yeah, it's a struggle man but we takin' it
One bullet at a time
But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back
While that monkey still on your mind, on your mind
Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
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