AZ - Superstar lyrics

rate me

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 Constantin

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