Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr., was born on October 22, 1998 in Compton, Californi… Read Full Bio ↴Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr., was born on October 22, 1998 in Compton, California, where he was also raised.[4] He spent some time living in Atlanta, Georgia in his youth.[5] Roddy Ricch started rapping and singing as young as 8, and he began making beats at the earliest at age 16. In November 2018, he released the mixtape, Feed Tha Streets II, which has peaked at number 68 on the Billboard 200 Chart, led by Ricch's breakout song Die Young. In December 2019, he released his debut album, Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, debuting and peaking at number one and spawned the hit song The Box.
In July 2018, he released the London on da Track-produced single, "Die Young," in which he had written the night rapper, XXXTENTACION, died. The song—dedicated to X and deceased rappers Speaker Knockerz and Lil Snoop. Its music video would go on to accumulate 11 million views on YouTube and 8 million streams on Spotify.
In August 2018, he released the single "Ricch Forever," produced by DJ Bugsy. That month, Meek Mill released a preview of a collaborative track with Ricch.
In October 2018, Meek Mill brought Ricch out as his guest at a PowerHouse concert in Philadelphia. Mill also gifted him a "Dreamchasers" chain, prompting speculation that Ricch would be signed to Mill's Dreamchasers record label imprint.
On November 2, 2018, Roddy Ricch released his second mixtape, Feed Tha Streets II. The album, which features the singles "Die Young" and "Every Season," has thus far peaked at number 68 on the Billboard 200 chart and at number 36 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Later in the month, Marshmello previewed a new track featuring Ricch.
In June 2019, he collaborated with American DJ and record producer Mustard on the track, "Ballin'", off Mustard's third studio album, Perfect Ten, which became Mustard's highest-charting song on the Hot 100 as a lead artist, peaking at number 12.
In December 2019, he released his debut album, Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, debuting and peaking at number one on the Billboard 200, and featured Roddy's highest charting and most successful song, [song]The Box"[/song] which topped the Hot 100 at number one, as well as [song]Start wit Me[/song] featuring Gunna
In July 2018, he released the London on da Track-produced single, "Die Young," in which he had written the night rapper, XXXTENTACION, died. The song—dedicated to X and deceased rappers Speaker Knockerz and Lil Snoop. Its music video would go on to accumulate 11 million views on YouTube and 8 million streams on Spotify.
In August 2018, he released the single "Ricch Forever," produced by DJ Bugsy. That month, Meek Mill released a preview of a collaborative track with Ricch.
In October 2018, Meek Mill brought Ricch out as his guest at a PowerHouse concert in Philadelphia. Mill also gifted him a "Dreamchasers" chain, prompting speculation that Ricch would be signed to Mill's Dreamchasers record label imprint.
On November 2, 2018, Roddy Ricch released his second mixtape, Feed Tha Streets II. The album, which features the singles "Die Young" and "Every Season," has thus far peaked at number 68 on the Billboard 200 chart and at number 36 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart. Later in the month, Marshmello previewed a new track featuring Ricch.
In June 2019, he collaborated with American DJ and record producer Mustard on the track, "Ballin'", off Mustard's third studio album, Perfect Ten, which became Mustard's highest-charting song on the Hot 100 as a lead artist, peaking at number 12.
In December 2019, he released his debut album, Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, debuting and peaking at number one on the Billboard 200, and featured Roddy's highest charting and most successful song, [song]The Box"[/song] which topped the Hot 100 at number one, as well as [song]Start wit Me[/song] featuring Gunna
Ghetto Superstar
Roddy Ricch Lyrics
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I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em (Southside on the track, yeah)
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers (Mustard on the beat, ho')
My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (woo, woo), it's holy (woo, woo)
Take two-fifty (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah)
I'm a ghetto superstar like I'm ODB (I'm ODB)
My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo)
Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin'
My young nigga see what they poppin' off, high intel and drop 'em off
Internet, they tough as hell, outside, they kind and soft
Dream got a nigga high as hell, I was damn near noddin' off
Floor seats, I be fly as hell, wrist frost, I could buy a loft
Three-fifty my service fee, an extra one is courtesy (ooh, yeah)
Had the fandom out in London, told 'em "Close the curtains, please"
And she be (And she be), with me every week (with me every week)
Miami Beach, window be off a tee (a tee)
New Fazo's, I don't crease 'em up, my Maybach creepin' up
They don't pat me down at no club, I gotta keep it tucked
All the gang ties rooted, like a fuckin' tree trunk
Just make sure you put some respect on it when you speak of us
My money don't sleep, I'm slow to speak
Pour the whole P (let's go), It's holy (let's go)
Take two-fifty (let's go), right overseas (go)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (ODB)
My closet clean, rock everythin' (no, phew)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (baow, baow, baow)
Take everythin' and flee the scene (go)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (oh, really?)
I hit Roddy line, I saw the opps, I got the tee (go)
When B-I-G D-O-E, got the tee's, R.I.P. (baow, baow)
Big Doe Beezy got the tee, I sip dead niggas when I drink (beezy)
Get your bitch up off my D, I'm not my Cuban, I don't link (Come here)
I don't link, I don't even answer my phone, ho', I don't speak
I got rich, I pay a maid now, but I'll still sweep (baow, baow)
Sweep his ass like seven games, I come through clutch, I hit a three (swish)
I'ma up this big ass switch, you get a scratch on this big B (skrrt)
Damn me, stripper so amazed, so I'm flyin' Benji's (mwah, come here)
Opps said it's on sight, too bad my enemies don't match energy
Still ridin' 'round through Cleveland in a droptop, ain't goin' like Kennedy
Ketchup, I got Mustard, bitch, sayin' my deposit instantly (oh, really?)
We can go biggest nigga, top, Don Dada
You know what the fuck goin' on, Double R, what's poppin'? (Grrah, boom, boom)
Yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I got a switch on me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, roll the Double R window down real quick
Pussy, grrah
My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (woo, woo), It's holy (woo, woo)
Take two-fifty (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah)
I'm a ghetto superstar like I'm ODB (I'm ODB)
My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo)
Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (woo)
Shoot, don't need to scream, I'm with the dream team (G Herbo)
Reds on, all we knew was grey beams (grrt)
I ain't tellin' nothin', but I seen things (I seen it all)
Ain't no failin' us, we like the SAT's, uh, ayy
Went from wintertime, rollin' up on G's to LA breeze
Moved to LA, hoes can't get enough of me, they on they knees
Spent a million, I can't wait 'til I beat my case, I'm like, "Please"
Quick to show a nigga this barrel, like a sheriff, I'm like, "Freeze"
Quick to buy new Vs, quick to buy VVs
Make her get fly like me, make it ride like me
But I can't trust no hoes, they quick to lie like me
If she don't flex and she don't front
I give her a diamond, Saint Laurent, my money don't sleep
My money don't sleep (ayy), I'm slow to speak (I'm slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (whole P), it's holy (it's holy)
Take two-fifty (two-fifty), right overseas (right overseas)
I'm a ghetto superstar like I'm ODB (like ODB, know that)
My closet clean, rock everythin' (rock everythin')
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (he go "Brr")
Take everythin' and flee the scene (flee the scene)
Real red fiend (real red fiend), ready for anythin' (huh, huh, huh?)
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em (Southside on the track, yeah)
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers (Mustard on the beat, ho')
My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (woo, woo), it's holy (woo, woo)
Take two-fifty (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah)
My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo)
Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin'
My young nigga see what they poppin' off, high intel and drop 'em off
Internet, they tough as hell, outside, they kind and soft
Dream got a nigga high as hell, I was damn near noddin' off
Floor seats, I be fly as hell, wrist frost, I could buy a loft
Three-fifty my service fee, an extra one is courtesy (ooh, yeah)
Had the fandom out in London, told 'em "Close the curtains, please"
And she be (And she be), with me every week (with me every week)
Miami Beach, window be off a tee (a tee)
New Fazo's, I don't crease 'em up, my Maybach creepin' up
They don't pat me down at no club, I gotta keep it tucked
All the gang ties rooted, like a fuckin' tree trunk
Just make sure you put some respect on it when you speak of us
My money don't sleep, I'm slow to speak
Pour the whole P (let's go), It's holy (let's go)
Take two-fifty (let's go), right overseas (go)
I'm a ghetto superstar, like I'm ODB (ODB)
My closet clean, rock everythin' (no, phew)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (baow, baow, baow)
Take everythin' and flee the scene (go)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (oh, really?)
I hit Roddy line, I saw the opps, I got the tee (go)
When B-I-G D-O-E, got the tee's, R.I.P. (baow, baow)
Big Doe Beezy got the tee, I sip dead niggas when I drink (beezy)
Get your bitch up off my D, I'm not my Cuban, I don't link (Come here)
I don't link, I don't even answer my phone, ho', I don't speak
I got rich, I pay a maid now, but I'll still sweep (baow, baow)
Sweep his ass like seven games, I come through clutch, I hit a three (swish)
I'ma up this big ass switch, you get a scratch on this big B (skrrt)
Damn me, stripper so amazed, so I'm flyin' Benji's (mwah, come here)
Opps said it's on sight, too bad my enemies don't match energy
Still ridin' 'round through Cleveland in a droptop, ain't goin' like Kennedy
Ketchup, I got Mustard, bitch, sayin' my deposit instantly (oh, really?)
We can go biggest nigga, top, Don Dada
You know what the fuck goin' on, Double R, what's poppin'? (Grrah, boom, boom)
Yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I got a switch on me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, roll the Double R window down real quick
Pussy, grrah
My money don't sleep (sleep), I'm slow to speak (slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (woo, woo), It's holy (woo, woo)
Take two-fifty (yeah, yeah), right overseas (yeah, yeah)
I'm a ghetto superstar like I'm ODB (I'm ODB)
My closet clean (yeah, yeah), rock everythin' (yeah, yeah)
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (woo, woo)
Take everythin' (woo, woo), and flee the scene (woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (woo)
Shoot, don't need to scream, I'm with the dream team (G Herbo)
Reds on, all we knew was grey beams (grrt)
I ain't tellin' nothin', but I seen things (I seen it all)
Ain't no failin' us, we like the SAT's, uh, ayy
Went from wintertime, rollin' up on G's to LA breeze
Moved to LA, hoes can't get enough of me, they on they knees
Spent a million, I can't wait 'til I beat my case, I'm like, "Please"
Quick to show a nigga this barrel, like a sheriff, I'm like, "Freeze"
Quick to buy new Vs, quick to buy VVs
Make her get fly like me, make it ride like me
But I can't trust no hoes, they quick to lie like me
If she don't flex and she don't front
I give her a diamond, Saint Laurent, my money don't sleep
My money don't sleep (ayy), I'm slow to speak (I'm slow to speak)
Pour the whole P (whole P), it's holy (it's holy)
Take two-fifty (two-fifty), right overseas (right overseas)
I'm a ghetto superstar like I'm ODB (like ODB, know that)
My closet clean, rock everythin' (rock everythin')
He wanna shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, let it ring (he go "Brr")
Take everythin' and flee the scene (flee the scene)
Real red fiend (real red fiend), ready for anythin' (huh, huh, huh?)
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em
So fuck your eyes, as I sip this Glock, we twistin' livers
In Roddy Ricch's song "Ghetto Superstar," the artist presents a braggadocious and aggressive persona, detailing his success and willingness to take on any foe. The opening lines "I got a bullet with your name on it, fuckin' kill 'em" sets the tone for the whole song, showing his willingness to fight for his fame and wealth. He also references his experience as a superstar, comparing himself to Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB), a member of the legendary hip-hop group Wu-Tang Clan. He also talks about his financial success, his love for expensive clothes and mostly his unwillingness to be crossed by anyone.
The lyrics also touch on the theme of mistrust and betrayal. Roddy mentions that he doesn't trust anyone and he is always cautious around people who may be enemies or be fake. He references having to keep his weapon on him at all times and ready to use it whenever he feels threatened. In essence, his fame and wealth have made him paranoid.
Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Rodrick Moore, Herbert Randall III Wright, Cotrell J. Dennard
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Destiny Dc
Good one, I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach
Chase tha bag and the Louis V's, I ain't gotta buy Supreme
Ask yo shawty is you rolling baby cause I'm bout to buy the bean
And i gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the peas
Can't nobody do it better, Louis V Sweater padded by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest
You ain't got though you give my man
Fifty get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin for couple months I
Made a hundred thousand on the roll
Greg's bustin at the ball, mains I just make it count and then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I
Just say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on the ruse travelling and making them visas
Effen A gon chaz vez carter choppin lil season
I move my family right outta the hood
I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach
go with the lean baby drink it out the bottle
Why you in your jeans baby I just want a little swallow
And she fucking with a nigga cause I
Got the Roley cracking in the [?] hoe
Keeping on like Rhondo, tryna run it out with Dumbo
If that nigga try to talk about it on the Motorola he the Five-O
My bitch say she bout to get her face tatted like the farm hoe
Came for me in ramadol, now I'm on a boat
My uncle Marley tried to run it out the police shot him in the toe
Young nigga on the boulevard I was running with the vets
Member I had to go get me a tech, now I keep up with tech
And you can't be hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check
Young niggas ain't hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check
I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't
Believe, it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach
JustKris
I love how he rapped on this but I really hope he makes more music like from
“please excuse me for being antisocial” & “feed the streets”
Kill Company
Hes in a different space. Rap is about what youre living and expressing it through the music. Hes not struggling anymore, he moved out the hood, hes in a total different mental space.
OriginalLibra
Yes feed the streets 1&2 was 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fx_M1tch
Me too but I doubt thats gonna happen. (im gonna keep praying)
𝖎𝖟𝖟𝖑𝖊
I miss the old Roddy Ricch man, I think we all do. The melodies & the rap about his real life experiences & the pain. We related & were motivated by that Roddy. Hope we will get that in Feed The Streets 3, I still love you Roddy 🖤
Toad
Agreed but this still fire.
FAITHISVIRALLLL
MA FAV IS NASCAR N CANT EXPRESS
sss
@BigHeadTre and that's how he's growing 😂?nuhhh bro
THC Bhris
@BigHeadTre literally 💯🎯
HENRY
I miss the times he used to rap solo and rap about life and experience.
Imma keep listening to feed tha streets 1&2,before tha fame and excuse me for being antisocial.
We need the OG roddy ricch back that preached into his songs.