Superstar Lyrics & Chords By Az

You know we came so far
Young superstar
(Money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

It's no stoppin' him, he's in the books like Pac and 'em
From early, homey had hip hop in him
The era of the unlaced kicks, he was rockin' 'em
Way before the sheepskin flicks, chicks been jockin' him

Right down the block from Wop and 'em
Niggas either dead or the feds is knockin 'em, he's still here
Comparisons in these years is real rare
It's 'embarrassing, the bars he spit, he still care

Never let a bitch in his ear, it ain't worth it
When alone, you gotta look in the mirror, what's the purpose?
From the gutter, bad motherfucker
From under that hustler's umbrella, none other
Than he who speaks would need it

Once said, then his dead homey won't repeat it, well bred
Black with the solar facts, so exact
I was told they want the old god back, I'm here

You know we came so far
Young superstar
(Money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

A-Zah Malik Allah
Repertoire like W.E.B. Du Bois, who ya'll?
Fraus like I came from afar
See bullet wounds, blood leak through the tar, baby pa

I'm the homey Obi Wan Kanobe, no Soke
Supposedly I'm potent with poetry, the almighty
Most likely in the midst of the sheisty
I know the D.A. got dreams to indict me, do the math

I came, I saw, I smashed
Seen niggas get millions, get murdered and bagged
All I ask is those that respect the code
Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode

Filmed in the streets of New York, it's real talk
My whole life is sealed in the cork, it's rap's fault
Coupes, cribs, chauffers and yachts, gimme props
'Til I'm dead and my physical rots, I'm still hot

You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

Look, the rain is gone, the game
Just like Ming and Sean, Dave and Kareem
We the American dream, with 215 Vacheron Constantine
The $300, 000 Dan Nice and Alain Silberstein

The Princess catalog from Vinny Carl's regime
That's the most prestigious catalog in the world, man
That's $800, 000, 000 in diamonds, man, all precious cut
The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream

The Enzo Ferrari, the F-1 McLaren
The Pagani Zanda made my Hiroshime
The mansion in Rome and island
Any complainin's all in the dream

I'm like Bo Bill with a twirl of king
I'm like the count of Beijing with a mix of Ming
I'm like, Lebron James holdin' down his team
I'm like, Elijah Muhammad on top of his Din

A wonder and a light you ain't never seen
Y'all in trouble niggas, it's a new regime
We on the screen, every magazine
Call me at home in Athens, Rome, nigga's officially on
Nigga I'm in that zone, we in full rotation and syndication

Malik man, you still got a crush on Ananda?
Me and AZ in the Pagani Zanda
We in Germany on the auto-don
And I'm the Don and he the Don

The girls wrapped in our arms, seen accentuous charm
Hate if you want but don't front!
It's the billion dollar boys with the billion dollar toys
With the billion dollar bitches
With the maintenance on livin' about the minute a month