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Superstar
Nappy Roots Feat. Ashley Rose
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Five stars and hammers, whole city in the slammers
Killin' niggas on camera, my lil' homies dyin' for a grammar
As the calendar keep flippin', keep my name prolific
Keep my nose in my business, just want money, clothes and bitches
Used to want a 6-4 with switches, anything but a witness
How can you ask for forgiveness when you never planned to repent this?
Both my parents went through hell, just so I could prevail
Couple stories can't tell, how I stood tall but still a nigga fell
That's just life homie I swear, leave the block, I dare
Got my felonies expunged, end of the day, nigga I won
Made me a pie out of a crumb, fightin' demons till I'm numb
Unc' holdin' me down, shed a few tears in all of my songs
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Why you wanna act like you hate us?
We on the front pages of your papers
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars
Why you wanna act like you love us?
When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars
Alright, I seen it then on CNN, they did him in, he was calm
I seen his hands, I ain't see no gun, shot that man up for no reason
Showin' the cop, put a hole in his top
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Capri Sun
So many murders be unsolved, includin' the ones the police done
We in the news more than movie stars, guess that makes us superstars
Flashing lights from the trooper cars
And we blowin' smoke like a hookah bar
Paparazzi got cops on tape with they hands caught up in the cookie jar
Judge let 'em off with a warning, she
Shoulda thrown the whole bookish out
Black neighborhoods where the shootings
Are, guess that makes us shootin' stars
We take the law in our own hands
Because we don't really know who to call
To the officer who performed Philando's coup de grรขce
Dude's a teacher so before you shoot 'em
Explain to his students why he won't make it to school tomorrow
We turn them red and blue lights to a disco ball
Then we dance on 'em, we dance on 'em
Turn them red and blue lights to a disco ball
And then we dab on 'em, hit that dab on 'em
You see how they pull up (Skrrt)
They wanna be just like us (Skrrt)
Turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball
And we gon' dance on 'em, gon' dance on 'em
I got tunnel vision, light flashes, feelin' a little bit Outkasted
Southernplayalisticadillacin', the
Good old days when guns were plastic
Hangin' 'round some drunken bastards
Plottin', schemin', wishin', dreamin'
One day, the playin' field is even
Change is comin', you don't believe me?
Some are dyin' way too easy, we get swiss cheesed, they get paid leave
Front page news for one day please
Stop killin' us, 'cause it's buildin' up
I give a damn but won't give a fuck, we can
Burn this bitch down, startin' with this town
The revolution is real as it sounds, it's
Killin' season, but what's the reason?
We hustlin', a few CDs and, I don't
Have a weapon, you can see these hands
Another black man tryna feed his fam, and a
Policeman should get the same chance to live
But what's so sad is happenin' way too often
It feels like every damn day we done lost one
Talkin' to my son, daddy gotta use caution
But I'm seein' the light comin' out the darkness
Why you wanna act like you hate us?
We on the front pages of your papers
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars
Why you wanna act like you love us?
When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars
I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars
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