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    DJ Skribble / Lyrics

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    "Supa Star" Lyrics

    DJ Skribble feat. Group Home

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    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
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Natalie Stewart, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Scott Spencer Storch, Marsha Ambrosius.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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