Superstar chords and lyrics - AZ

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[Intro 1]
[Am][D][F]
[D][F]

[Verse 1]
[Chorus:] [Em]You know
[Am]
[Em]
[Am]we came [D]so far[F]
Young [D]su [F]perstar
(Money in [Em]the bank)
We want [Am]more,
you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[Em]We want more[Am],
you know we want more

[Verse 2]
We want more, you know we want more
[D][AZ:]
It's no [F]stoppin' him,
he's in the books like Pac and em
From early, homey had hip- hop in him
The era of the unlaced kicks,
he was rockin' em
Way before the sheepskin flicks,
chicks been jockin' him
[Em]Right down the [Am]block from Wop and em
Niggas either dead or the feds is knockin
em, he's still here
[Em]Comparisons in these [Am]years is real rare
It's embarrassing,
the bars he spit, he still care
[D]Never let a [F]bitch in his
ear, it ain't worth it
When alone, you gotta look in the mirror,
what's the purpose?
[Dm]From the gutte[F]r, bad motherfucker
From under that hustler's umbrella,
none other
Than [Em]he who speaks would need it[Am]
Once said, then his dead homey won't repeat it,
well bred
[Em]Black with the solar [Am]facts, so exact
I was told they want the old god back,
I'm here

[Verse 3]
[Chorus:] [D]You know
we came so [F]far
Young [D]super[F]star
(Money in the [Em]bank)
We want [G]more, you [Am]know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[Em]We want more[Am], you know we want more
We want more,

[Verse 4]
you know we want more
[D][AZ:]
A- Zah [F]Ma lik Allah
Repertoire like W.E.B. Du Bois,
who ya'll?
[Dm]Fraus like I [F]came from afar
See bullet wounds,
blood leak through the tar, baby pa
I'm [Em]the homey Obi Wan
[Am]Kanobe, no Soke
Supposedly I'm potent with poetry,
the almighty
[Em]Most likel[Am]y in the midst
of the sheisty
I know the D.A. got dreams to indict me,
do the math
I [D]came, I [F]saw, I smashed
Seen niggas get millions,
get murdered and bagged
All I ask is those that respect the code
Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode
[Em]Filmed in the [Am]streets of New York,
it's real talk
My whole life is sealed in the cork,
it's rap's fault
[Em]Coupes, cribs, chauffers and [Am]yachts,
gimme props
'Til I'm dead and my physical rots,
I'm still hot

[Verse 5]
[D][Chorus:]
You know we came so [F]far
Young [D]super[F] star
[Em](Money in the [F]ban[Em]k)
We want [G]more,
you [Am]know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[Em]We want more[Am],
you know we want more

[Verse 6]
We want more, you know we want more
[D][Outro:]
Look, [F]the rain is gone, the game
Just like Ming and Sean, Dave and Kareem
We the American dream,
with 215 Vacheron Constantin
[Em]The $300, 000 Dan Nice
and Alain [Am]Silberstein
The Princess catalog from Vinny
Carl's [Em]regime
That's the most presti[Am]gious
catalog in the world, man
That's $800, 000, 000 in diamonds,
man, [Dm]all precious [F]cut
The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream
The Enzo Ferrari, the F- 1 McLaren
The Pagani Zanda made
my Hiroshime
The mansion in Rome and island
Any [Em]complainin's all [Am]in the dream
I'm like Bo Bill with a twirl of king
I'm like the [Em]count of Beijing
with a mix [Am]of Ming
I'm like, Lebron James holdin'
down his team
I'm like, [Dm]Elijah Muham
[F]mad on top of his Din
A wonder and a light you
ain't never seen
Y'all in trouble niggas, it's a new regime
We on the screen, every magazine
Call me at [Em]home in Athens, Rome,
nigga's [Am]officially on
Nigga I'm in that zone,
we in full rotation [Em]and syndication
Malik man, you [Am]still got a crush on Ananda?
Me and AZ in the Pagani [Dm]Zanda
We in Ger[F]many on the auto- don
And I'm the Don and he the Don
The girls wrapped in our arms,
seen accentuous charm
Hate if you want but don't front!
It's the billion dollar boys
[Em]with the billion dol[G]lar toys
With [Am]the billion dollar bitches
With the maintenance on livin' about

[Outro 1]
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