Super (Remix)

By Rotorial

Released on January 20, 2022

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[Intro: Cordae]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

Huh, huh


[Chorus: Cordae]

Last year, I made seven million

Didn't have to do a single fuckin’ show

Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola

For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl

All my life moments is a super woah

My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat

Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey

That's the perks you get from being super dope


[Verse 1: Cordae]

I be feeling like it’s me against the world

But I can give a fuck who my opponent is (Nah)

Niggas askin' why I dropped the YBN

I had no other choice 'cause we ain't own this shit (Real)

You know that janky shit, I'm not condoning it (Nah)

I'm with a couple niggas, I got a bone to pick (Real)

I'm on some movement shit, y'all on some moment shit (Huh)

But I’ll be here forever, y’all can go and quit

We had bad bitches in a new Bentley

Just re-upped from that new stimmy

My brother countin' them blue Benjis

Only feel good when my crew with me, like woah

They tried to question my character

Young, rich, and Black, they hate me in America

We some real niggas, don’t fit the criteria

Don't like your vibe, not allowed in my area

I entered this game and I came here to change it

Speak my beliefs, now they calling me dangerous

Takin' the throne and I'm gonna maintain it

I gotta go down as just one of the greatest (Huh)

So anybody got a problem with me

Can’t fake kick it, fuck your politicking (Fuck)

I ain't worried 'bout it, I know God is with me (Amen)

And your piece of mind is worth a dollar fifty, but (Lord)


[Chorus: Cordae]

Last year, I made seven million

Didn't have to do a single fuckin' show

Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola

For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl

All my life moments is a super woah

My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat

Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey

That's the perks you get from being super dope

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD, Cordae]

Codeine with the Percs, take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy

I can't go out like that, ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy

Chopper with a thirty in that, I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy

I can change anything, got them Obama eyes, ayy

Um, every day I'm on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants

Slump off of the Percs and the codeine, no more can I ever do Xans

Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh

Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh

[...] like what?

I heard that that was your homie, yeah, I got lean- (Uh)

Wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide

She gon' let me fuck, huh, yeah, I get inside

Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide

Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy, uh

[Chorus: Cordae, Juice WRLD]

Last year, I made seven million (Haha)

Didn't have to do a single fuckin' show (Yeah, uh-huh)

Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)

For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl (Okay, okay, okay)

All my life moments is a super woah (Huh, yeah, huh)

My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat

Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey

That's the perks you get from being super dope

[Verse 3: Polo G, Juice WRLD, Stunna 4 Vegas]

The strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit

Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit (Uh, No Limit Gang)

And I'm straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković

Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this (One more, that's five times platinum)

Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit

You ain't heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we be dropping shit

Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit

I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)

Might be rocking a show or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash off

Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off

Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft

Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off

Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain't gettin' that pass off

Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off

Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt

It's gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught

He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off

'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought

All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X, that boy a-)


[Outro]

One day, one day

I can survive

I can survive

Hey, hey (I can survive)