(somber music) ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Two ♪ ♪ Metro ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Drinking dope turned me
to a superhero, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Hit that pill, turned me
to a superhero, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Boominati turned me to
a superhero, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ If Young Metro don't trust
you, I'm gon' shoot you ♪ ♪ I'm on that dope again,
I'm on that flow again ♪ ♪ Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Flyer than a parachute,
grippin' that pole again ♪ ♪ I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Candy in the cup, gotta get paid ♪ ♪ King of the streets, young nigga made ♪ ♪ Sprayin' up the crowd,
takе it to the grave ♪ ♪ Ain't having problems,
I'm sipping thе barre ♪ ♪ Shout-out 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 somethin' nasty,
roll you in a 'gar ♪ ♪ Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car ♪ ♪ I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow ♪ ♪ I put a brand new Rollie on your arm ♪ ♪ Ain't moving slow but I'm still 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 ♪ ♪ Two dollar a half, ooh,
that's the cheapest one ♪ ♪ Stacking these hundreds
up, like coupons ♪ ♪ Told you from the begin, upper echelon ♪ ♪ I get to stacking up, I'm untouchable ♪ ♪ I get to represent, money multiple ♪ ♪ I'm at the top of the
charts, unapproachable ♪ ♪ Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor ♪ ♪ Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture ♪ ♪ Selling the bowls, bitch do yoga ♪ ♪ I deserve awards,
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 facadin', 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 ♪ ♪ Candy in the cup, gotta get paid ♪ ♪ King of the streets, young nigga made ♪ ♪ Sprayin' up the crowd,
take it to the grave ♪ ♪ Ain't having problems,
I'm sipping the barre ♪ ♪ Shout-out 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 somethin' nasty,
roll you in a 'gar ♪ ♪ Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car ♪ ♪ I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow ♪ ♪ I put a brand new Rollie on your arm ♪ ♪ Ain't moving slow but I'm still 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 ♪ ♪ Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero ♪ ♪ Or live long enough to see
yourself become a villain ♪
