Baby Boy ( Struggle) - Roddy Ricch

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

Still, I’ll lookout 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

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

Fuck nigga 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 motherfucker

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey