Roddy Ricch – War Baby Lyrics

War Baby

Roddy Ricch

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"War Baby." - Roddy Ricch

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 01:49 am

Album: Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial

Track No: 16

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
Only solution for the opps is to stay inside
How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide?

'Cause we was hoppin' out in broad day
Servin' 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 hoppin' 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
Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal baby, yeah

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Writer(s): Kember Dreams, Sonic, Roddy Ricch.

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