[Part I: Superhero]

[Intro: Bright Campa & Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
(Metro!)
Drinking 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
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

[Pre-Chorus: Bright Campa]
I'm on that dope again, I'm on that flow again
Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Bright Campa]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King of the streets, young n***a made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't having problems, I'm sipping the Barrе
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
N***a get rich, better takе it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at my opp
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 a brand-new Rollie on your arm
Ain't moving 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
[Verse: Bright Campa]
Two dollar a half, ooh, that's the cheapest one
Stacking these hundreds up, like coupons
Told you from the begin, upper echelon
I get to stacking 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
Selling the bowls, 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 jump it off, I get paid
Drop top Royce, I'm going crazy
I push off, smoking on haze
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades

[Chorus: Bright Campa]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King of the streets, young n***a made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't having problems, I'm sipping the Barre
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
N***a get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at my opp
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 a brand-new Rollie on your arm
Ain't moving 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
[Part II: Villain]

[Verse: Bright Campa]
Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero
Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
Soon as you up, these n***as 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
N***as wanna hate, rather see you drown
And the world keep spinnin'
Like I'm the only one in it, why?
They don't wanna see you winnin'
So who's really the villain?
Who's the villain? Who's the villain?
See yourself become a villain