Ha, ha, I'm y'all It's your boy Superman A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a What up Young
talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill We on the hill, ya know? Talkin' about the row, front row? We on death row
We up in the gutter Eatin' butter sandwiches with no jam We up to the hustlers on the corner Throat from screamin', "Get your money man"
Had of movin' on up to the big leagues Like George, Weezy and But it's kinda when police is havin' you killed Resurrected, rearrested for old bench
Yeah, a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can Only difference between folks that's and folks in jail Is of us got caught on our way to Heaven Takin' the through Hell
Ghetto Superman, faster a speeding Cadillac to leap tall buildings When police is on back, yeah a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, slick as Republicans Sold almost as dope as Uncle Sam Your friendly Superman
If you played on my You'd be to hearin', "Stay down, they shootin'" Lost my in a shoot out, chest all blew out family ruined
Had dreams of a good job So he wouldn't to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid get what we deserved Instead of havin' to take they give us
Yeah, it's a man but we takin' it One bullet at a But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off back While that monkey still on your mind, on your
Superman, faster than a Cadillac to leap tall buildings When police is on your back, a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, slick as Republicans almost as much dope as Uncle Sam Your friendly Superman
It's a bird, a plane, no It's Superman, y'all It's a bird, a plane, no Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, a plane, no It's Ghetto Superman, a bird, it's a plane, no It's Ghetto Superman,