Who is this
Architecturally brutalist
Tell a critic that I had to do this
We out the basement like Mila Kunis
Big figure aka Anubis
Got the hots but I'm still the coolest
Slick Rick or it's Rick the Ruler
I'm down field like Puka Nacua Hit your hookah
They hang ten off the goobers
My resume full of boosters you're not used to
I pulled up in a Uber black
And we was packed fat like chalupas
Asked the steward
They thought that I was Rod Stewart
I'm off the Don and I'm dancing like a Oompa Loompa
I got the sauce in this shakshouka
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
There's nothing they can say to me
That's how mama raised me
Used to get that cut and razer blade down on Main Street
Round the corner hitting blended mixes going crazy
Lungs did electric boogaloo and heart racing
Say, what's up Jack
Why do people think they faze me
I've been on this mission since Jojo and K-Ci
I just let them talk and celebrate them for their bravery
Move around the city like they working on the A/C
I've been in the oven still cranking out the pastry
Butter dipping crab leg Mid-Atlantic baby
I remember days when my energy was hazy
Now I'm on my shakshouka sauce dripping daily
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
I hit the eject switch
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English
Who is this
Architecturally brutalist
Tell a critic that I had to do this
We out the basement like Mila Kunis
Big figure aka Anubis
Got the hots but I'm still the coolest
Slick Rick or it's Rick the Ruler
I'm down field like Puka Nacua Hit your hookah
They hang ten off the goobers
My resume full of boosters you're not used to
I pulled up in a Uber black
And we was packed fat like chalupas
Asked the steward
They thought that I was Rod Stewart
I'm off the Don and I'm dancing like a Oompa Loompa
I got the sauce in this shakshouka
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
There's nothing they can say to me
That's how mama raised me
Used to get that cut and razer blade down on Main Street
Round the corner hitting blended mixes going crazy
Lungs did electric boogaloo and heart racing
Say, what's up Jack
Why do people think they faze me
I've been on this mission since Jojo and K-Ci
I just let them talk and celebrate them for their bravery
Move around the city like they working on the A/C
I've been in the oven still cranking out the pastry
Butter dipping crab leg Mid-Atlantic baby
I remember days when my energy was hazy
Now I'm on my shakshouka sauce dripping daily
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
I hit the eject switch
Architecturally brutalist
Tell a critic that I had to do this
We out the basement like Mila Kunis
Big figure aka Anubis
Got the hots but I'm still the coolest
Slick Rick or it's Rick the Ruler
I'm down field like Puka Nacua Hit your hookah
They hang ten off the goobers
My resume full of boosters you're not used to
I pulled up in a Uber black
And we was packed fat like chalupas
Asked the steward
They thought that I was Rod Stewart
I'm off the Don and I'm dancing like a Oompa Loompa
I got the sauce in this shakshouka
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
There's nothing they can say to me
That's how mama raised me
Used to get that cut and razer blade down on Main Street
Round the corner hitting blended mixes going crazy
Lungs did electric boogaloo and heart racing
Say, what's up Jack
Why do people think they faze me
I've been on this mission since Jojo and K-Ci
I just let them talk and celebrate them for their bravery
Move around the city like they working on the A/C
I've been in the oven still cranking out the pastry
Butter dipping crab leg Mid-Atlantic baby
I remember days when my energy was hazy
Now I'm on my shakshouka sauce dripping daily
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
Rock-A-Bye Baby
They thought I was crazy
That just made my palm itch Baby wasn't born rich
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Now they gotta pay me
City like a matchstick
I hit the eject switch
I hit the eject switch
Writer: Miles Drake
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