Superhero (Heroes & Villains) [with Future & Chris Brown]

(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)