War Baby
Roddy Ricch Lyrics


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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 (yeah)
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
The 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 (yeah)
Promethazine 'til the morning
Hope I don't wake up tomorrow (mm-hmm)
We was the type of niggas that'll 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 (mm-hmm)
Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby (mm-hmm)

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 to 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

'Cause we was hopping out in broad day
Serving fiends in the hallway (yeah)
Promethazine 'til the morning
Hope I don't wake up tomorrow (mm-hmm)
We was the type of niggas that'll 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 (mm-hmm)
Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby (mm-hmm, yeah)

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

(Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa




Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)

Overall Meaning

In the song "War Baby," Roddy Ricch speaks about his upbringing in the poverty-stricken streets of Compton. Despite the struggle, he has been able to make a fortune but explains how his experiences continue to shape him. He affirms his identity as a "war baby" and describes how this label isn't something he can divorce, even as he swims in wealth. He then goes ahead to touch on his experiences in the projects where he managed to survive despite the harsh conditions. Ricch emphasizes the strength and resilience one needs to make it out of these conditions.


He uses vivid descriptions like "Body bags zipped up like a laminate" to emphasize the danger of life in such neighborhoods. The chorus then goes ahead to describe in the broad daylight, his engagement in violent activities like robbing robbers, selling drugs, and using promethazine. The line "I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da" shows he is not afraid to use a weapon to protect himself. He then concludes that he still feels he has to keep sliding and cannot allow his guard to come down despite his financial success. Overall, Roddy Ricch's "War Baby" is an unapologetic retelling of his come-up and the challenges he had to overcome.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby
I come from a place that's considered the worst and most challenging, but don't doubt my strength and my ability to get through it.


I'm a war baby, but I can't divorce the paper
I grew up in a warzone, but I can't turn away from making money and hustling to secure my future.


I'm a hood nigga that turned rich so I got Dior's latest
Even though I've made it big and can afford the latest luxury items, I still identify with my roots and where I come from.


And you know I gotta stick to my roots, I still rock Jordans, baby (yeah)
I refuse to forget where I come from and will always represent my hood and upbringing in everything that I do.


It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm
Growing up in a housing project is tough and challenging, but I was able to overcome all obstacles and come out of it strong.


Got brothers in the sky, they die 'fore they born
Many of my peers and friends never had a chance to make it out alive, as they died young and never got to experience life.


I know the worst conditions make a champion
Going through the toughest times and facing adversity prepares you to become a champion in life.


Look at my ice froze like a mannequin
My jewelry is so icy and expensive that it's frozen in place like a mannequin.


I'm underwater like I'm swimming and panicking
I feel like I'm struggling to stay afloat and survive, even though I'm putting in all my effort and energy.


Body bags zipped up like a laminate
People are dying left and right, and it's become commonplace to see body bags being carried around like everyday items.


The only solution for the opps is to stay inside
My rivals don't stand a chance against me and my team, and their only hope is to stay indoors and avoid us.


How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide?
My rivals talk a big game, but they're all talk and aren't willing to put in the work and effort to really make things happen.


'Cause we was hopping out in broad day
We were brazen and unafraid, willing to take any risk and act in broad daylight.


Serving fiends in the hallway (yeah)
We were dealing drugs and servicing our clients in the open, not caring who saw us or what the consequences might be.


Promethazine 'til the morning
We were drinking lean and getting high until the early hours of the day.


Hope I don't wake up tomorrow (mm-hmm)
I don't know what the future holds and whether I'll make it through the night, so I'm hoping for the best but prepared for the worst.


We was the type of niggas that'll rob the robbers
We were so desperate and fearless that we would rob even those who were already robbing others just to survive and make ends meet.


I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (la-da, la-da)
I'm so skilled and precise with my weapon that I can make it sing a tune and take care of my enemies without much effort.


Survived in the trenches, I'm a war baby (mm-hmm)
I've been through the toughest of times and have survived, which has made me resilient and tough like a soldier.


Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby (mm-hmm)
I had to take risks and make moves that most people wouldn't consider normal or acceptable in order to make it out of my circumstances.


Like the mob ties in Houston, we got rag ties
We have the same kind of loyalty and gang affiliations as the mob in Houston, represented by our distinctive bandanas.


I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized
I've done some terrible things in my life, and even though I've been baptized, I still fear that I won't be forgiven for my sins.


'Cause I'ma clutch the sticky every time a car passing by
I'm so paranoid and always on guard that I'll hold onto my gun every time a car passes by, regardless of who might be inside.


I don't wanna be Ricky or another victim to homicide
I don't want to end up like so many others who have died young and violently, like the character Ricky in the movie 'Boyz n the Hood' or others who are killed.


'Cause I know the soul never dies
Even though our bodies may die and be buried, our souls live on forever and are eternal.


I make the chrome-chrome fly
I'm a skilled and flashy driver who can control and handle even the fastest cars with ease and precision.


Bitch, I'm a wave, Roll Tide
I'm a force to be reckoned with, like a wave that's unstoppable, and I represent the University of Alabama's football team, Roll Tide.


Bullets at your face, bow tie
I'm not afraid to shoot and kill my enemies, even if it means messing up their facial features and making them presentable for their own funerals.


My persona done got her tongue tied
I'm so intimidating and impressive that even the women who surround me are speechless and can't find the words to describe me.


I was taught that a legend never dies
I've been brought up to believe that even when someone dies, their legacy and impact on the world live on forever, making them a legend.


When it's time gotta let the lead fly
When the time comes and I need to take action, I'm not afraid to use my gun and take my shot, even if it means killing someone.


'Cause I'm a war-war-war baby
I've been through some of the toughest and most challenging times, making me tough and battle-hardened like a soldier.


Post-traumatic stress I know the war changed me
I've been through so much that I suffer from PTSD and know that the experiences I've had have changed me forever.


Had to bend back but they could never break me, had to slide
I've had to adapt to changing circumstances and bend my behaviors and actions, but I'll never let the world break or defeat me.


Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Expressing shock, surprise, and awe at the life I've lived and the things I've seen and experienced.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Ashley Kember, Eric Sandoval, Rodrick Moore

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@raphael.45

[Verse 1]
I'm from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby
I'm a war baby, but I can't divorce the pavement
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 (Yeah)
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 swimmin' and panickin'
Body bags zipped up like a laminate
The only solution for the opps is to stay inside
How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide?

[Chorus]
'Cause we was hoppin' out in broad day
Serving fiends in the hallway (Yeah)
Promethazine 'til the mornin'
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 (Mhmm)
Had to slide on the sliders, that ain't normal, baby (Mhmm)

[Verse 2]
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 passin' by
I don't wanna be Ricky or another victim to 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, Botox
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

[Chorus]
We was hoppin' out in broad day
Serving fiends in the hallway
Promethazine 'til the mornin'
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
Had to slide on the sliders, that ain't normal, baby (Mhmm, yeah)

[Outro]
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa



All comments from YouTube:

@RoddyRicch

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@EIite.

Mid. Expected better.

@kin5199

@@EIite. 💀

@EIite.

@@kin5199 what else do u want me to say bruh. Like why was his last album so much better than this trash that we just got

@trapicalg

@@kin5199 his snippet was mid asf

@nickolassmythe2704

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@BlackySpeakz

The best songs truly get slept on man.. War Baby over every single track on Roddy’s album

@killah23able

You said it Blacky - Highly Tyjie

@marshallvamp9283

Fr

@YoGottem

On god

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