Superstar

Five stars and hammers

Whole city in the slammers

Killing niggas on camera

My lil homies dying for grandma

[?] keep flippin'

Keep my name prolific

Keep my nose in my business

Just want money, clothes, and bitches

Used to wanna [?] for snitches

Anything with a witness

How you ask for forgiveness?

When you never planned to repent this

Both my parents went through hell

Just so I could prevail (prevail)

Couple stories can't tell

[?] still nigga feel

That's just life homie, I swear (swear)

Leave the block, I dare (I dare)

Got my fellas expunged

End of day, nigga, I won

Made me a pie outta' a crumb

Fightin' deez till I'm numb

All holding me down

Shed a few tears in all of my songs

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Why you wanna act like you hate us? (hate us)

We on the front pages of your papers (the papers)

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars (guess that makes us superstars)

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars

Why you wanna' act like you love us?

When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars

Alright I seen it then on CNN

They did him in, it was calm, I seen his hands

I ain't seen no gun, shot that man up for no reason

Showin' the cop with a hole in his top

And I ain't talking bout' capri sun

So many murders be unsolved

Including the ones the police done

We in the news more than movie stars

Guess that makes us superstars

Flashin' lights from the trooper cars

And we blowin' smoke like a hookah bar

Paparazzi got cops on tape

But their hands caught up in the cookie jar

Judge let him off with a warning

She should've thrown the whole book at y'all

Black neighborhoods where the shootings are

Guess that makes us shooting stars

Take the law in our own hands

Cuz' we don't really know who to call

To the officer who performed Philando coup de gras

Do you tell the teachers before you shoot him

Explain to your students why he ain't gonna make it to school tomorrow?

We turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball

Then we dance on 'em

We dance on 'em

Turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball

And then we dab on 'em

Hit that dab on 'em

You see how they pull up? (skrp?)

They wanna' be just like us (skrp?)

Turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball

And we gon dance on 'em

Gon' dance on 'em

I got tunnel vision, life flashes

Feelin' a little bit outcast'ed

It's southern [?] cadillac'ing

In the good old days when guns were blasting

Hanging around some drunken bastards

Fighting, scheming, wishing, dreaming

One day the playing field is even

Change is coming. Don't believe me?

Some are dying way too easy

We get Swiss cheese, they get paid leave

Front page news, for one day please

Stop killing us, cuz' it's building up

I don't give a damn

I won't give a fuck

We can burn this bitch down

Startin' with this town

The revolution, as real as it sounds

It's killing season

But what's the reason

We hustlin', a few cities and

I don't have a weapon, you can see these hands

Another black man, trying to feed his fam

And the police man get the same chance to live

But what's so sad: this happen way too often

And it feels like every damn day we done lost one

Talkin' to my son, tell him he gotta use caution

But I'm seeing the light, comin' out tha darkness

Why you wanna act like you hate us? (hate us)

We on the front pages of your papers (the papers)

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars (guess that makes us superstars)

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars

Why you wanna' act like you love us?

When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars

I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars