Roddy Ricch - War Baby [Official Audio]

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Roddy Ricch - War Baby [Official Audio]

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Lyrics:

I'm from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby

I'm a war baby, but I can't divorce the paper

I'm a hood nigga that turned rich so I got Dior's latest

And you know I gotta stick to my roots, I still rock Jordans, baby

It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm

Got brothers in the sky, they die 'fore they born

I know the worst conditions make a champion

Look at my ice froze like a mannequin

I'm underwater like I'm swimming and panicking

Body bags zipped up like a laminate

Only solution for the opps is to stay inside

How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide?

'Cause we was hopping out in broad day

Serving fiends in the hallway

Promethazine 'til the morning

Hope I don't wake up tomorrow

We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers

I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da)

The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da

Survived in the trenches, I'm a war baby

I had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby

Like the mob ties in Houston we got rag ties

I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized

'Cause I'ma clutch the sticky every time a car passing by

I don't wanna be Ricky or another victim of homicide

'Cause I know the soul never dies

I make the chrome-chrome fly

Bitch, I'm a wave, Roll Tide

Bullets at your face, bow tie

My persona done got her tongue tied

I was taught that a legend never dies

When it's time gotta let the lead fly

'Cause I'm a war-war-war baby

Post-traumatic stress I know the war changed me

Had to bend back but they could never break me had to slide

We was hopping out in broad day

Serving fiends in the hallway

Promethazine 'til the morning

Hope I don't wake up tomorrow

We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers

I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da)

The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da

Survived in the trenches I'm a war baby

I had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal baby, yeah