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SUPERSTAR
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Hip-Hop
SUPERSTAR was released on May 8, 2026 by FTD / BEAST MUSIC INC. / Futuristic Music Group as a part of the album FOR THE LOVE 2.5
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Release DateMay 8, 2026
LabelFTD / BEAST MUSIC INC. / Futuristic Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Performer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox
Michael Ray Cox
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer
Savior Minaya
Savior Minaya
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Your energy changed up
When they brought my name up
Then I put that Range up
Like Pablo done came up
These ****** just ain't us
****** just ain't us
A lot of parties, it's A-list
How you still on that same shit?
Not cause I got my name lit
Made it happen, I ain't quit
Water put on my neck and my wrist
Should it look like the rain hit
Don't get jealous I'm next to your bitch
She look like she tired of the same shit
And I got a bop she ain't never seen
I'm good long as the Mary Jane lit
Pourin' Dom P till I can't sip
Everyday I take a bank trip
I'm not tryna fuck up your lace front
Just came from Bermuda, we ate shrimp
Thinkin' when I had to make rent
Now the work I put in makes sense
Pablo and Scram for the love again
We got em buggin', created a feelin' now
If it's foreign, only thing I'm willin' now
Heads turnin', make em spin around
I could really be a superstar
Pull up on you in a stupid car
Panties off and you could lose the bra
Got my own now, shit I used to bar
Call you tomorrow, got your friends knowin'
My heart cold, get a jacket Mama
If you ask about it, know it been snowin'
I'm a pool ***** you can feel the breeze when I walk in
It's like the temp lower
It's G's up, O's down, every other town
Guarantee the pimps know it
Only in it for the money, claimin' that's your honey, homie
And you went for it
I'm the type of ***** that'll spend for it
Know this life exciting and she been bored
She been feeling lost and wanna win more
If I tell a copy, that's a ten-four
Don't tell me about time, I should spend more
Don't tell me about how to spend money
If you wasn't around me back when I was pissed poor
Know that feelings get tricky like jigsaw
Them arguments, we keep them all ourselves
It really ain't nothing the kids saw
It really be nothing but insults
We grown and that's how them kids talk
You know I'm your light when it's pitch dark
They wondering how much a wrist cost
I go to hell but you don't pitch fork
Tell them get lost
For the love
Written by: David Brewster, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox
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