Roddy Ricch - Baby Boy lyrics
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roddy Ricch - Baby Boy lyrics]
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You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, yeah
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit yeah, yeah
Sixteen on my own, young nigga being grown
Couldn't trap, I had to rob niggas
Cause I ain't even have a phone
I was tryna be a man
Got me feeling all alone
Ain't nobody to the right side
So I had to go and do some wrong
You don't know my struggle, niggas tryna eat
Damn, Top Ramen for a week
Nigga barely even had a sheet
Boy, I wasn't rocking no designers
Had the same Jordans on my feet
I was talking 'bout being rich, nigga
When broke was really me, yeah
Swear to God they love to hate
They'll fake it to your face
They just wanna see you fall off
They ain't tryna see you get the cake
I remember I was starving
Fake twenties, had to bust 'em
I was serving got the lean on me
Had to stretch it out, Robitussin
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, yeah
It's that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit yeah, yeah
Roddy Ricch, nigga, that's the stage name
Yesterday I was just Roddy broke
But if rap fall, back to bank scam
Robbing niggas and selling the dope
Back in high school, I was fucked up
I'm like, "How I'm gon' pay for the bus?"
So at night time I has hittin' licks to
Pay my phone bill for the month, yeah
Steelo looked out for a nigga
Go and take the top bunk
Streets knowin' I'm a lil' nigga
But I ain't never been a punk
Most time I was on the floor
Use a coat for a pillow
To a five star hotel, one day gon' feel it
Now it's back to the floor
Up and down got me seasick
Hope God lookout for me one day I'ma be rich
So I stay prayed up
Forgive me for the way I came up, yeah
Ayy, ayy
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, no
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
Fuck nigga I don't trust you no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ayy, ayy
And the birds seen this motherfucker
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, yeah
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit yeah, yeah
Sixteen on my own, young nigga being grown
Couldn't trap, I had to rob niggas
Cause I ain't even have a phone
I was tryna be a man
Got me feeling all alone
Ain't nobody to the right side
So I had to go and do some wrong
You don't know my struggle, niggas tryna eat
Damn, Top Ramen for a week
Nigga barely even had a sheet
Boy, I wasn't rocking no designers
Had the same Jordans on my feet
I was talking 'bout being rich, nigga
When broke was really me, yeah
Swear to God they love to hate
They'll fake it to your face
They just wanna see you fall off
They ain't tryna see you get the cake
I remember I was starving
Fake twenties, had to bust 'em
I was serving got the lean on me
Had to stretch it out, Robitussin
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, yeah
It's that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit yeah, yeah
Roddy Ricch, nigga, that's the stage name
Yesterday I was just Roddy broke
But if rap fall, back to bank scam
Robbing niggas and selling the dope
Back in high school, I was fucked up
I'm like, "How I'm gon' pay for the bus?"
So at night time I has hittin' licks to
Pay my phone bill for the month, yeah
Steelo looked out for a nigga
Go and take the top bunk
Streets knowin' I'm a lil' nigga
But I ain't never been a punk
Most time I was on the floor
Use a coat for a pillow
To a five star hotel, one day gon' feel it
Now it's back to the floor
Up and down got me seasick
Hope God lookout for me one day I'ma be rich
So I stay prayed up
Forgive me for the way I came up, yeah
Ayy, ayy
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my struggle
You don't know my hustle
You don't know my hustle
Step pops gon' try me
Had to show 'em my muscle
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you
Fuck nigga, I don't trust you, no
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
This that baby boy, that baby boy
That baby boy shit this that baby boy shit
This that baby boy shit
Fuck nigga I don't trust you no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ayy, ayy
And the birds seen this motherfucker
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey