Riky Rick - A Star Is Born lyrics

[Hook/Chorus] Your son is a star baby Look at how far he made it In the North with the gods baby You know he go hard daily I pray to Jesus I get enough cheese To buy you a crib overseas Be happy for me daddy please [Post Hook/Chorus] Your son is a star baby In the North with the gods baby I pray to Jesus Buy you a crib overseas [Verse 1] Aye pops I went to Price City as a kid, and with bad hair My head wasn’t empty but there was too much bad there Stubborn and ignorant I was f*****g convinced I was starting to hate you More than I thought I hated you last And now I wanna put some Italian food on your dinner plate If it don’t match the house, it ain’t no thing, we can renovate It’s funny, the other day my uncle told me I remind him of a younger you in a day I know I never said it pops but you the man though You taught your nut how to let his nuts hang low Never became a doctor but I hear my fans though That means I did what you wanted just in a different angle We used to never connect, we were on different channels Now I’m forced to connect with you on different channels I mean literally different channels The ones I stand the furthest from are the ones I stand for I hope you know that This song is not a throwback To when you said I’d go bad When I told you that there was no place for me in no cla** You got to see your son amount to something and I’m so glad I made it past the rappers you don’t like, I know you so glad I made them fall in love with mama when I made that “Four” track She proud and I know that I talk to her in her dreams And in that car accident I heard her talk back I just wanna thank you for being there for me Your son is a star daddy [Hook/Chorus] Your son is a star baby Look at how far he made it In the North with the gods baby You know he go hard daily I pray to Jesus I get enough cheese To buy you a crib overseas Be happy for me daddy please [Post Hook/Chorus] Your son is a star baby In the North with the gods baby I pray to Jesus Buy you a crib overseas [Verse 2 – Riky Rick] Let’s do it like this Eish, my daddy died at Helen Joseph So I decided I need more cheques Cause I ain’t dying with the roaches No disrespect to the n****s living below the poverty line I know, struggling for the dough Getting mad everytime you see me booked for a show Cause you know that’s 80 for me, nothing below Eish, I wish I had the heart to put you on n***a But generosity’s not a trait where I’m from n***a I turned savage, I’m scraping like every cent A couple years ago baby mama covered the rent Then she covered the gas to get my car to the studio Threw in a 100 for cigarettes and a meal to go I thank her every time, every time For everything she did for me I’d give her anything, anytime But she told me that anything’s not anything Unless I put her on to a wedding ring Eish, my mama told me I’m a savage She told me I should be preparing for marriage But I told her I’m traumatised cause my pops died broke So f**k it, I ain’t tryna live average I need a Gucci and a fast car A big crib with a backyard A couple million in my bank card “Whoo!” I told her I’mma keep stunting Cause I remember when she told me that money means nothing [Hook/Chorus] Your son is a star baby Look at how far he made it In the North with the gods baby You know he go hard daily I pray to Jesus I get enough cheese To buy you a crib overseas Be happy for me daddy please [Post Hook/Chorus & Poem – Nasty C & Omari Hardwick] Nasty C – Your son is a star baby Omari – Yeah, son. You brighter than the sun we knew since you was one baby Nasty C – In the North with the gods baby Omari – That you’d be the one to fight and overcome baby Nasty C – I pray to Jesus Omari – So do we believers Nasty C – Buy you a crib overseas Omari – Nah, nah I don’t need that. Just make sure to come by and see us [Poem – Omari Hardwick] Our son is a star baby Look how far he done gone And look how far he done flown baby Like a spaceship to Mars baby I wrote a poem baby I was so wrong baby Now you done blown baby So damn strong, our son baby I pray to God baby Keep him from harm baby Our son is a star baby His verses like warm gravy Saving the young and lazy Generation of 20 and crazy I pray the Lord baby Keep him safe from the thieves baby Steal his beliefs baby, even his peace baby Your son is a star baby I scream from the car baby Everything you are baby Even got your charm baby “Your son is a star baby In the North with the gods baby” Look how far he done gone baby “I pray to Jesus” There’s so much to go baby “To buy you a crib overseas” Next stop – Gold baby Our little rock done rolled baby He got your soul baby He ain’t even 20 years old baby Look at our son baby He pray to Jesus baby He gave me some keys Buy a house overseas baby Our Mighty Mouse brave baby But I don’t need it baby Just make sure to come see me baby And maybe free us baby, maybe free us baby I see Mandela, Winnie baby Our son is winning baby I see you grinning lady Your son down here, your son down here Done become a star baby He a star, star, star baby