Chords for Group Home - Supa Star (Official Video) [Explicit]

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[Am] Born in the ghetto, it's hard [Em] to survive Some have achieved them, many [A] brothers tried
But I realized which life [Em] to choose I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
[Am] But there's no rules and you only have one chance
If you fuck up kid, you face the [F] circumstance At night I used to scream [Em] and shout
Living in the ghetto, trying to get the hell [F] out
So I would try as I watch my [C] friends die But all I could do is sit back [A] and cry
These are feelings I'm expressing through [Em] my rhymes
I've been through hard times, so many problems on my mind
[F] I wasn't living rich and I also [Em] wasn't poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve [F] more
Yeah, Superman, [Em] super star, give me super fat flow
Like Pablo [F] Escobar
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ Law fed by bankers, hated [Em] by chicks, club by hits
And the biggest [F] group on the split, plus I don't [C] eat beef
Pussy, dizzy ass ladies and chicks think shit is sweet
[Dm] Yo, I work hard and hard, my man break the ground [Em] through the bars
After that, keep it moving, I have no time to be fooling [A] around town
And all you get down with is sight and sound
The things I've seen, I [Am] make a grown man dream of sleep saying
You all by yourself, be [C] by yourself, let my lyrics vibrate
And shake the earth, I [F] travel through the ghetto, back streets to [Em] street
Think around all crime, with this real [E] mastermind
Mom took you to tell me what to say then I act, now I'm out on my own
Surviving with the dime [F] like an African tribe
Little dab will [Am] blow your mind, check it out like this
And then like that, super star
So what the fuck, y'all _ move _
[F] _ it [Am] or not _ _ _
So what [F] the fuck, _ [Am] _ y'all move it or not
So what the fuck, y'all move it or not
So what the fuck, y'all move it or not
Check it, check it out like this, here we go
Walk [F] in the tunnels of hell, the [C] next level
It's the Night Tracker giving hell to the devil
[F] Playing the game, the New York [Em] pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
[F] Cause nowadays, I talk to [Em] a brother
Always love your mother cause you never get another
In the streets, busting [C] off shots
Fuck the cops, I got superstar props
[F] Big time dope, money is [Em] a thriller
I'm getting more iller than a Zodiac killer
[F] No lie, but before I [Em] say bye
You can't take money with your, when [Am] you die
_ _ Superstar
_ _ Yo, I got [F] niggas flipping their wigs
Chicks grabbing [Em] their cunts
After I'm digging dope for infants
They greet me with [F] blunt
One time for you, a mile before I break these streets
Ain't nothing old, let me back it
Hip-hop tracks, yo [F] son, you know it's iller
Shit, we get [Em] revealed as the times I get better
And you know what that's good
I seen [F] the days turn into nights as the stars shine [Em] bright
Motherfuckers loathing, chicks they keep snitching [Am] like John Perry
One day we'll [Em] live large, word to Allah
And it don't seem hard, no [F] more jealousy and envy
First they put [Em] up on me, watch me live free
I can be what my niggas just [Am] see
Rising to the top like a rocket ship
Yo, I go far, far, far, [F] superstar
We all moving [Am] tonight
Get the fuck out my face, call me a prostitute
[F] We all moving tonight
Get the fuck out my face, call me a prostitute _
_ _ Get the fuck out my face, call me a prostitute
We all moving [Am] tonight
Yo, check it out like this
Here we go
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