D.O.a. - Lord Superb

Beware, let’s go, the muthafucka better mention my name, man

It’s Perby Platinum, nigga, if a nigga ain’t know, man

Now a nigga know the boss of fucking Far Rock is back in the building

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen

No I.D.

on the track, let the story begin (the end)

Begin (the end) begin

So ya’ll wanna be rappers and actors

Muthafuckas make me laugh, to me ya’ll practice

And Far Rock America, we all jackers

Stick up kids, yappers and snatchers

Bentley around the corner, I ain’t talking bout Fonzworth

That’s the kind of cars you get from hard work

My moms and pops dead, guess where my aunt work

I’m a Louis, Gucci nigga, you know what my scarf worth

We gotta shake it like Sam Walstein

The Benz look like a mirror, all the slippers is clean

Tell 'em, doggie for them diamonds, step right out

Hurry up, muthafucka, or get stretched right out

Right now, that’s what I’m used to hearing

Real as Marion, I ain’t used to caring

Yeah, I was close to caring

Before them forty caliber bullets roasted Karen

A gangsta’s behind me, I ain’t by myself

Piff pills and dust, all the liquor is top shelf

Fuck it, just label me nice

And say the chain have more karats than vegetable fried rice

That was me, that real muthafucker, that real OG

That boy that they call that S-U-P

E-R-B, ain’t a nigga rob me, never