A Star Is Born

(álbum: Bad Hair - 2016)

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

Your son is a star baby
In the North with the gods baby
I pray to Jesus
Buy you a crib overseas

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 fucking 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 class
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

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

Your son is a star baby
In the North with the gods baby
I pray to Jesus (I pray to Jesus)
(I get enough cheese)
Buy you a crib overseas

[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 niggas 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 nigga
But generosity's not a trade where I'm from nigga
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!)
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 fuck 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

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

[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

[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