Murs SuperStar

Lyrics

[Intro] Right here? [Verse 1] I took my backpack off These motherfuckers really thought that I was soft Threw a hook and I knocked out the first one Now they screaming, "Oh shit, here Murs come" Should've known I been the realest since nine-five All these perpetrators out here duplicating my vibe Conscious hood shit, I swear I was the first one All up in these underground shows with my first gun Listening to Wu-Tang, tryna slang a new strain Homies from the block trippin' off that red and blue thing Couldn't hang with the street life 'Specially when them judges handing out three strikes Started slanging them tapes, y'all Independent like T La and 8 Ball A Westside nigga slangin' that blue tape Y'all niggas know where I'm from, tell me who's fake? [Chorus] Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what? Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up In my Chucks and some new Dickies My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me I'm on my triple OG shit Everybody know me, bitch I drop bombs, keep the streets lit Y'all niggas fuckin' with the weak shit Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what? Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up In my Chucks and some new Dickies My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me [Verse 2] Took my backpack off These motherfuckers really think that I'm soft Ain't nothing soft about a marriage and a mortgage Caught up in this course while you dealing with divorces Forcing me into my grind mode Did a lot of favors, now I take whatever I'm owed The old heads say I'm reppin for the old school The youth, them call me big bro, it's so cool Been walking that line between two worlds When all I wanted is to be home with you, girl If you only knew the love I had You'd wonder how you found the time to stay so fucking mad It's the luck I had, and the love I made I'm so fucking glad, it could've gone the other way And if I would've stayed, you never would appreciate me You and these rap fans always underestimate me Been here for years, a million dollars deep Lost a lot of friends, lost a lot of sleep [Chorus] I'm on my triple OG shit Everybody know me, bitch I drop bombs keep the streets lit Y'all niggas fucking with the weak shit Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what? Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up In my Chucks and some new Dickies My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me [Outro] Now there ain't a lot of triple OG's Maybe not you, and probably not me But where I'm from, that's the confidence you gotta have Or you might just end up in a bodybag Or in jail, in a cell, no bail waitin' Or livin' with your mama, playin' on that PlayStation Either way you're just wasting away And real OG's ain't got time to play