Testi Murs SuperStar - 9th Wonder, Murs

Murs SuperStar

I took my backpack off\nThese motherfuckers really thought that i was soft\nThrew a hook and I knocked out the first one\nNow they screaming oh shit here Murs come\nShould’ve known I been the realest since '95\nAll these perpetrators out here duplicating my vibe\nConscious hood shit I swear I was the first one\nAll up in these underground shows with my first gun\nListening to Wu-Tang\nTryna slang a new strain\nHomies from the block trippin of they red and blue thing\nCouldn’t hang with the street life\nEspecially when the judges handing out three strikes\nStarted slanging them tapes y’all\nIndependent like T-La and 8 Ball\nA westside nigga slangin that blue tape\nY’all niggas know where I’m from\nTell me who’s fake\nMidcity Midcity Midcity what\nAny city any hood imma give it up\nIn my chucks\nAnd some new dickies\nOnly regret I didn’t bring the crew with me\nI’m on my triple O.G. shit\nEverybody know me bitch\nI drop bombs keep the streets lit\nY’all niggas fuckin with the weak shit\nMidcity Midcity Midcity what\nAny city any hood imma give it up\nIn my chucks\nAnd some new dickies\nOnly regret I didn’t bring the crew with me\nTook my backpack off\nThese motherfuckers really think that I’m soft\nAin’t nothing soft about a marriage and a mortgage\nCaught up in the course while you dealing with divorces\nForcing me into my grind mode\nDid a lot of favors now I take whatever I’m owed\nThe old heads, say I’m reppin for the old school\nThe youth, them call me big bro it’s so cool\nBeen walking that line between two worlds\nWhen all I wanted is to be home with you girl\nIf you only knew the love I had\nYou’d wonder how you’d find the time to stay so fucking mad\nIt’s the luck I had\nAnd the love I made\nI’m so fucking glad, it could’ve gone the other way\nAnd if I would’ve stayed you never would appreciate me\nYou and these rap fans always underestimate me\nBeen here for years\nA million dollars deep\nLost a lot of friends\nLost a lot of sleep\nI’m on my triple O.G. shit\nEverybody know me bitch\nI drop bombs keep the streets lit\nY’all niggas fucking with the weak shit\nMidcity Midcity Midcity what\nAny city any hood imma give it up\nIn my chucks\nAnd some new dickies\nMy only regret I didn’t bring the crew with me\nNow there ain’t a lot of triple O.G.'s\nMaybe not you\nAnd probably not me\nBut where I’m from that’s the confidence you gotta have\nOr you just might end up in a body bag\nOr in a jail in a cell no bail waiting\nOr living with your momma playing on that playstation\nEither way you’re just wasting away\nAnd real O.G.'s ain’t got time to play