Uraraka (Freestyle)
(Laughing)
It is what it is
It is what it is
Got the rock under my feet
Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man,
My demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Who said you rockin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah,
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
all sad and depressed,
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like,
Naw man, get off me, I ducked and I left
Blicky Nicky, feeling super sicky
Achoo, bless you, I'm blessed, yeah, yeah
Yo' name still start with, Maybе, on her phone
She rеally not tryna connect
(Huh?)
They like the adlibs still hittin' me for it
Drop four bands issa bet (Money)
My girl got like 50k over you we not clout chasin'
That's on respect (Yeah)
I tell me ex, "My hero" (What?)
I tell my ex, "Bakugo"
We not tryna compete, no toe-to-toe
Man, I'm shyer than most, bet I'm toe-to-toe (Ah)
Got the rock under my feet, Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man, my demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Who said you walkin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
All sad and depressed
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like, naw man, get off me
I ducked,
I leave rocket trails up in the sky when I glide (Ah)
My Bible like a Glock it go, Du Du, like Klyde (Brrt)
Like a rocket over your head, I go 22 like Clyde
But I'm not, so I'm hot, never flop when I write, yuh (Yeah)
You still tryna comprehend my Bakugo line, baby
Back you go (What?)
Make you rewind and ask if you writtin' your best
Got you takin' notes
(Huh?)
Make you pick up the pen and put down the bread
High key to takin' dough
You missed it again, how Keto?
Put down the bread and make dough?
Man, it's toast and is all she wrote,
Got the rock under my feet, Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man, my demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh, who said you walkin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
All sad and depressed,
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like, naw man, get off me
I ducked and I left
It is what it is
It is what it is
Got the rock under my feet
Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man,
My demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Who said you rockin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah,
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
all sad and depressed,
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like,
Naw man, get off me, I ducked and I left
Blicky Nicky, feeling super sicky
Achoo, bless you, I'm blessed, yeah, yeah
Yo' name still start with, Maybе, on her phone
She rеally not tryna connect
(Huh?)
They like the adlibs still hittin' me for it
Drop four bands issa bet (Money)
My girl got like 50k over you we not clout chasin'
That's on respect (Yeah)
I tell me ex, "My hero" (What?)
I tell my ex, "Bakugo"
We not tryna compete, no toe-to-toe
Man, I'm shyer than most, bet I'm toe-to-toe (Ah)
Got the rock under my feet, Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man, my demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Who said you walkin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
All sad and depressed
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like, naw man, get off me
I ducked,
I leave rocket trails up in the sky when I glide (Ah)
My Bible like a Glock it go, Du Du, like Klyde (Brrt)
Like a rocket over your head, I go 22 like Clyde
But I'm not, so I'm hot, never flop when I write, yuh (Yeah)
You still tryna comprehend my Bakugo line, baby
Back you go (What?)
Make you rewind and ask if you writtin' your best
Got you takin' notes
(Huh?)
Make you pick up the pen and put down the bread
High key to takin' dough
You missed it again, how Keto?
Put down the bread and make dough?
Man, it's toast and is all she wrote,
Got the rock under my feet, Uraraka 'round my neck
No CÎROC in my liver, man, my demons upset
Uh, uh, uh, uh, who said you walkin' those distressed jeans?
I'm distressed (Waves)
Yeah, yeah
You dressed like your great uncle walked into the function
All sad and depressed,
Wah, wah
Sayin' come get yo' Pappy like, naw man, get off me
I ducked and I left
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Yumang
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