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
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 Dark Knight feeling, die or be a hero
 Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
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 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)