Ha, ha, I'm y'all It's your boy Superman A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a got a wife What up Boy?
talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill We livin' on the hill, ya about the front row, front row? We livin' on row
We grew up in the Eatin' butter sandwiches with no jam We looked up to the on the corner sore from screamin', "Get your money man"
Had dreams of movin' on up to the big George, Weezy and Florence But it's kinda hard when is havin' you killed Resurrected, rearrested for old warrants
Yeah, it's a struggle man, but we it the best we can Only difference between folks that's free and in jail Is of us got caught on our way to Heaven Takin' the shortcut Hell
Ghetto Superman, faster a speeding Cadillac to leap tall buildings When police is on back, yeah It's a bird, a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Sold as much dope as Uncle Sam Your friendly Superman
If you on my playground You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, shootin'" Lost my daddy in a out, chest all blew out Another family
Had dreams of a good job So he have to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid get what we deserved Instead of havin' to what they give us
Yeah, a struggle man but we takin' it One at a time But it's kinda hard to get monkey off your back While that monkey still on mind, on your mind
Superman, faster a speeding Cadillac Able to leap buildings When is on your back, yeah It's a bird, a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as almost 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 Superman, y'all
It's a bird, a plane, no It's Superman, y'all It's a bird, a plane, no Ghetto Superman, y'all