Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin’superhero or somethin'
From now on, niggaz gon’need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!
Standin’on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin’down at New York City
Like the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I’m John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
Diamonds cover Versace
When The Game on, the whole world sit down and watch me
The takeover
The new Jay Hova
Like I dove
In the pot
And got
Mixed with bakin’soda
The black cobra
The black Costra Nostalgia
2 snub nose .38's inside gucci holsters
Make me a +Young Gun+ but im not from +Philly+
But its a whole lotta +cheese+ at +steak+, the beef killed it
I’m about to blaze, bungee jump off a building with no rope
The Game ain’t no joke
That Bruce Wayne shit will get yo ass laid out
I’m Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
Superman
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
Naw nigga, it’s the motherfuckin’Game
I’m Superman
I leap over tall buildings
If a nigga touch my millions
Yeah you gotta see Superman
You see this «S» on my vest?
And Lois Lane ridin’shotgun in that '09 Vet?
It’s Superman
Faster than a speedin’bullet
When I pull it
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin’from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they waitin’on
I’ll be right back
Told you it wouldn’t take long
Fuck wit my cash
I’m gettin’in ya ass
like Beyonc