Upon its release, the song received generally positive reviews from critics, who complimented its confident, upbeat tone and the performances of both rappers, with many praising it as a highlight off the album. The song was later certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America for sales of 2,000,000+ copies.
The song serves as the opening theme for the HBO series Ballers, starring Dwayne Johnson.
Along with all of the other songs on I Am Not a Human Being, the song was recorded in 2010 prior to Wayne's nine-month prison term for criminal possession of a weapon. The song contains a vocal sample from the Tupac Shakur song "Hail Mary": more specifically, it samples the line "I ain't a killer but don't push me".
The song premiered on August 3, 2010 on the New York urban contemporary radio station Hot 97. On the same evening, the show's host Funkmaster Flex conducted an interview with Lil Wayne from Rikers Island prison, who announced that the song would be released as a single, amongst discussing I Am Not a Human Being, although the release date was not announced at the time. The single was officially digitally released in the United States on August 17, 2010.
Right Above It
lil wayne Lyrics
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Now tell me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
N, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Uh, how do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman,
I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour
'cause I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money democrat
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
(We on, young young mula baby)
In Lil Wayne's "Right Above It," the rapper boasts about his success and position at the top while his haters try to bring him down. The song opens up with a shout-out to Kane, showing off the strong connection between Kane and Lil Wayne's Young Money label. The chorus celebrates his success, acknowledging that only heaven is right above him. Wayne also gives a shout-out to his friend Marley G, while referencing his recent success bringing Hollygrove chicks (his hometown neighborhood in New Orleans) to his Hollywood shows in L.A. He brings his signature flow to this with some Bollywood-inspired rhymes, offering his audience a glimpse into his diversity as an artist.
The rest of the song sees Wayne talking about his real vs. fake friendships, his love for women in twos, and his obsession with guns. He compares his power to that of Jesse James and speaks about the paparazzi trying to capitalize on his fame. Wayne always stays ahead of the game by putting his own spin on things, and it shows here. In "Right Above It," Lil Wayne reminds his haters that he is at the top and they cannot touch him.
Line by Line Meaning
Now tell me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on
Tell me how you feel about being on top of the game, because there's nowhere to go but up, and that's exactly where we are headed.
Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
I'm Hollywood Co. and I'm the best of the best, bringing Hollygrove girls to my Hollywood shows with my unique flow. I have a small, tight-knit group of real friends, while fake friends are untrustworthy. We may appear to walk the same path, but we have different views and goals. I'm financially successful, have a lot of women, and enjoy strip clubs but tell my girl it's time to leave because I'm taking it slow with the drinks tonight.
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
We're on top, representing Young Money, and if you're not with us, you're against us. Show me the money and I've got my crew with me, ready to defend ourselves if necessary.
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
I'm living the good life, with a solid crew who don't mess around. Guns can change people, while I'm smoking so much that it hurts. I'm loyal to my gang, and women want me. I'm a big deal in the music industry, with fans all over the world. I'm successful and unstoppable, so don't mess with me.
Uh, how do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman,
I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour
'cause I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money democrat
I have a way with words, my rhymes are always fresh and bold. I'm making a ton of money and I pay homage to those who helped me get here. I'm a natural athlete and can handle anything that comes my way. My music is unique and powerful, making others look like they're living in small spaces. I'm looking for a blood donor, and I'm doing big things, letting the little things fall where they may. I am unstoppable, keeping my fans dancing with infectious beats. I am the heart of hip-hop and a proud Young Money democrat.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, AUBREY GRAHAM, DANIEL JOHNSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@wallszymusic
I feel bad for the kids who didn’t grow up when Lil Wayne and Drake were dropping classics like this 💯🔥❤️
@alilouahidi7257
And wiz khalifa also and the game .. their golden era 2009 2010 ...
@winkis1234
Everyone knew Wayne was and still is the goat. As much as I hate birdman for how dirty he did Wayne I still wouldn't change the music made by the goat. Obviously anything Wayne touch turn to gold but he's got that golden eye.
@boitumelojoymakola429
Brooooooo the YMCMB era was FIRE
@wallszymusic
@@alilouahidi7257 yup Wiz also 🔥 in 09
@wallszymusic
@@winkis1234 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯
@footballandthings3902
Who still listening to this banger in 24
@LuchonzalezOk
Me ✌🏻✨
@Karellninou1
Me in 2024, i like it so much
@user-cj9tu7sn2o
!!