I’m A Ridah lyrics

[Verse: Lil Wayne & tags]
Geah! Holler at your boy, it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem, and I probably am, so I don't knock 'em
I'll pop up in that broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an old-school b*tch, she got on door-knockers (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
But she knock on your door for that raw, partner
Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
Jacked for a Mazda, come back in a Mase— (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
'Rati, like, "How he—? Why he—?" 'Cause I be—
Moving through the city like an I-V
Tryna be monogamous but I got b*tches on my di*k like I'm the sh*t, 'cause I'm the sh*t
So I only promise this:
To my little girl, I will give you the world
And to my unborn, I'm tryna reason with your moms, so—
If I'm not with her when you get here, it's already clear, yeah
And for they sake, I'ma ball every year
I'ma pause every tear and tattoo it on my face
n*ggas know that I got that Black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass
Blooka-blooka to your face, closed casket
Mama can't remember sh*t but last Saturday, what a tragedy
Flowers for the family, powder in my knapsack
Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back
I got my SK, 'bout to get my MAC back
To pap-pap at n*ggas who yap-yap, yep, yep!
And I rep that 17 hard, you know
'Til a n*gga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune—who you know go harder than dude?
See these is Kaloos, pardon my shoes, I—
Bleed with them dudes, I'm part of the crew
Don't move, 'cause you right in the route of the gun-mouth
When it talk, you know what come out: barreltone
n*gga, y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton, yeah!
I got my eyes on the sparrow
Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the f*cking battle automatics up
Like, n*gga, f*ck whoever
You touch and reach, you get f*cking bleached
Above the law? n*ggas put you underneath
You call the law, n*gga? You f*cking leech!
You Saved by the Bell—you f*cking Screech
My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer
You ain't pimpin' until you f*ck a R&B singer
I walked in this building with all these bangers
And all these n*ggas look like targets to me
What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me
'Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's
I got important people thats trying to market me
So I'm gon' stop talkin' 'bout the white—psych! I know—
I'm not walking without a fight
So I'm swinging with all my might, we can go all night
I'ma blow all day, and I'ma blow all night
Do a verse today, and do a show tonight!
f*ck a ho today, and f*ck a ho tonight!
I'ma live my life like it's no tonight
I might go tonight, so Mama, pray, don't cry
'Cause your prayers maybe working, Mama, they gon' try, yeah
And we rock to the same lullaby:
"n*gga, I got ten, n*gga I got five"
I hope you got yours, 'cause n*gga, I got mine
I'm goin' for the green, b*tch, it's Popeye time, geah
So I can be a paid n*gga
And make that tomb stone say "I'm a made n*gga"—I'm a MADE n*gga
[Outro]
Haha!
n*gga!