Superman Ain't Saving Shit

Verse 1

Hold up, rewind, you motherfuckers fresh out of time

I'm bout to come blasting mine, then get away with the crime.

Most boys claim grime, but then don't do slime

I handled my affairs, now I'm about to handle this rhyme

I bang with the same team that stay mean

Trying to make the same green that makes you dream when you see the big screen.

Hell no to the fake bills, death to the fake skills

Bout to rake in real deals, then count my infinite mills

These little boys make this rap game gravy

I drive they hoes crazy, they all crave me like my rhyme style tasty.

Making must be to your objections, f you ain't about your money, you need corrections

You on that dead broke shit, you need resurrections

My shit stay hard like porn stars erections

I kill tracks like lethal injections, Leave these pussies sick like yeast infections

If you on that fruity shit, I see why you stressing

Because I came in the game with the full pressing

I held up Rap, Hip Hop been got

Told Rock to start undressing, let off a shot

Bent Country over and hit the spot.

Beat yo meat to the thought, it's to hot.

Boys on that bull shark

While I fuck super fly bitches like Clark

The dick got these bitches lit like spark

Right angles, rectangles

Hit em where I see the tramp stamp labels

My nut tells the story like fables

I run this rap game like horses out the stables

All these rappers some big bitches like a bunch of Mable's.