Murs - Murs Superstar lyrics

I took my backpack off These motherf**ers really thought that i was soft Threw a hook and I knocked out the first one Now they screaming oh sh** here Murs come Should've known I been the realest since '95 All these perpetrators out here duplicating my vibe Conscious hood sh** I swear I was the first one All up in these underground shows with my first gun Listening to Wu-Tang Tryna slang a new strain Homies from the block trippin of they red and blue thing Couldn't hang with the street life Especially when the judges handing out three strikes Started slanging them tapes y'all Independent like T-La and 8 Ball A westside n***a slangin that blue tape Y'all n***as know where I'm from Tell me who's fake Midcity Midcity Midcity what Any city any hood imma give it up In my chucks And some new dickies Only regret I didn't bring the crew with me I'm on my triple O.G. sh** Everybody know me b**h I drop bombs keep the streets lit Y'all n***as f**in with the weak sh** Midcity Midcity Midcity what Any city any hood imma give it up In my chucks And some new dickies Only regret I didn't bring the crew with me Took my backpack off These motherf**ers really think that I'm soft Ain't nothing soft about a marriage and a mortgage Caught up in the course while you dealing with divorces Forcing me into my grind mode Did a lot of favors now I take whatever I'm owed The old heads, say I'm reppin for the old school The youth, them call me big bro it's so cool Been walking that line between two worlds When all I wanted is to be home with you girl If you only knew the love I had You'd wonder how you'd find the time to stay so f**ing mad It's the luck I had And the love I made I'm so f**ing glad, it could've gone the other way And if I would've stayed you never would appreciate me You and these rap fans always underestimate me Been here for years A million dollars deep Lost a lot of friends Lost a lot of sleep I'm on my triple O.G. sh** Everybody know me b**h I drop bombs keep the streets lit Y'all n***as f**ing with the weak sh** Midcity Midcity Midcity what Any city any hood imma give it up In my chucks And some new dickies My only regret I didn't bring the crew with me Now there ain't a lot of triple O.G.'s Maybe not you And probably not me But where I'm from that's the confidence you gotta have Or you just might end up in a body bag Or in a jail in a cell no bail waiting Or living with your momma playing on that playstation Either way you're just wasting away And real O.G.'s ain't got time to play