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