Superhero (Heroes & Villains) [with Future & Chris Brown] lyrics by Metro Boomin

Yeah, yeah, two (Metro) Yeah, yeah Drinkin' 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 on that flow again Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (switch it) Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (what?) King of the streets, young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you somethin' 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 (skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (all the way up) 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 begin, upper echelon 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, kill another vulture Sellin' them bowls, bitch do yoga I deserve awards, servin' 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 jump it off, I get paid Drop top Royce, I'm goin' crazy I push off, smokin' on haze Not tryna floss, Cartier shades Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (what?) King of the streets, young nigga made Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war Piss on your casket and shoot at your broad Do you somethin' 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 (skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (all the way up) Step up the swag when I step on a broad Dark Knight feelin', die and 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 (yeah) Would rather see you drown (yeah) And the world keep spinnin' (man) 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, ooh) Who's the villain? Who's the villain? Live long enough to see yourself become a villain