Superhero (Heroes & Villains)

(Metro, metro, metro, metro) Drankin' dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro) (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah Flyer than a parachute, gripping that pole again I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah Candy in the cup, gotta get paid King in the streets, young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the bar Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, ready take you to war Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you something nasty, roll you in a 'gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow I put that brand new Rollie on your arm Ain't movin' slow but I'm still on oil Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost Cuban links all the way up to your jaw Step up the swag when I step on a broad Two dollar half, ooh, that's the cheapest one Stackin' these hundreds up, like coupons Told you from the beginning, upper echelon And I get to stackin' up, I'm untouchable I get to represent, money multiple I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor Tic-tac-toe, killing all the vultures Selling elbows, bitch do yoga I deserve awards, serving these boulders A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi I drop it off, I get paid Drop top Royce, I'm going crazy I push off, smoking on haze Not tryna floss, Cartier shades Candy in the cup, gotta get paid King in the streets, young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the bar Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, ready take you to war Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you something nasty, roll you in a 'gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow I put that brand new Rollie on your arm Ain't movin' slow but I'm still on oil Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost Cuban links all the way up to your jaw Step up the swag when I step on a broad Dark Knight feeling, die or be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you down The weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown I ain't got a cape so I can't save you now Niggas wanna hate, rather see you drown (yeah) And the world keep spinnin' (yeah) Like I'm the only one in it (am I the only one?) Why? They don't wanna see you winnin' (no, no, no, no) So who's really the villain? (Yeah) (Whooo, who's the villain? Who's the villain?) (Live long enough to see yourself become a villain)