Part I: Superhero
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Yeah, yeah, two
(Metro!)
Yeah, yeah
Drinking dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, Super
Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah (Metro)
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
Pre-Chorus: Future
I’m on that dope again, I’m on that flow again
Switched up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin’ that pole again
I’m on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Chorus: Future
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Spraying up the crowd, take it to the gravе
Ain’t having problems, I’m sipping the Barre
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga gеt rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain’t moving slow when I’m skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
Verse: Future
Two and a half, ooh, that’s the cheapest one
Been stacking these hundreds up, like coupons
Told you for now never again, upper echelon
I get to stacking up, I’m untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
When I’m at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture
Selling them bowls, bitch do yoga
I deserve an award, serving these boulders
A hundred grand large when I shop, that’s the total
Fill up the garage, bitch, I’m a mogul
Ain’t no facade, ain’t no fugazi
I jump it off, I get paid
Drop top Royce, I’m going crazy
I push off, smoking on haze
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
Chorus: Future
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Spraying up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain’t having problems, I’m sipping the Barre
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain’t moving slow when I’m skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
Part II: Villain
Verse: Chris Brown
Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you down
The weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown
I ain’t got a cape so I can’t save you now
Niggas wanna hate (Yeah) they’d rather see you drown (Yeah)
And the world keep spinnin’
Like I’m the only one in it (Am I the only one? Why?)
They don’t wanna see you winnin’ (No, no, no, no)
So who’s really the villain? (Yeah, ooh)
Who’s the villain? Who’s the villain?
Live long enough to see yourself become a villain
