Leeriks

[Intro]

Uh, yeah, check this out, okay

Mic, mic, mic, um, Mr. Harlow

[Verse 1]

I can make it bounce like a bad check

Do it 'til my last breath

Tryna make it big, right now, I'm takin' math tests

Full access, tell you what the truth is

I'm the new kid tyin' up the loose ends

Hip-hop game, give me one decade

I'll be takin' over ridin' beats like a Segway

Fresh made, one step ahead

Remember those days when I used to wet the bed

Now I, wake up, and have a bowl of cereal

Listen to my songs, but I don't think you hear me, though

Lyrical flow that'll have you goin' cashews (Nuts)

[?] rappers know I'm bad news

I pass through these streets lookin' kinda lame

Autograph homework every time I sign my name

Flow super nice, I'm just tryna do it right

Ray-Ban specs on, know I'm never losin' sight

Yeah, and I gotta be the first to make it

Flow so tight, man, it might cut off your circulation

I heard 'em hatin', I also heard a lot of love

Got a little swag, I'ma do it 'til I got enough

Got it rough, man, I ain't no G

But when we hit the club, man, the drinks' on me

JK, homie, we stay so deep

Same old team, Moose Gang on three, uh

[Interlude]

Yeah, got a second verse, you might've already heard it

I've spit it a couple times, but I just need some space to fill, you know

It's not bad, it's not bad, okay?

[?]

Yeah, nah, nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah

[Verse 2]

Tell me who is dope as me, I'm givin' you this poetry

Locally known to be roastin' beats while eatin' roasted beef

Got the girls like, "OMG"; skaters like, "Totally"

Stand out geek, actin' like you didn't notice me

I've been focusing, tryna find an opening

Flow [?], rappers who ain't close to me

Hopefully, you grow to see I do it so notably

Tryna go H.A.M. and you better get the groceries

Never smokin' heat, soapy clean, always

Lookin' for the kid, find me in the hallways

Y'all say that I'm wack, [?]

But I'm makin' these tracks all day, it's a fact

Y'all hate that I rap, but I stay doin' that

You should already know my name is Jack

Yeah, my name is Jackman

That man droppin' bombs, somethin' like in Afghan

Rap man's goin', "Ooh, he's tight"

And most of 'em can't believe that this dude is white

Man I'm super fly, rockin' brand new T-shirt

And I'll have you bowin' down enough to make your knees hurt

I've done my research, I close out the streets

I'll be spittin' game when I'm a geezer

A seizure when I'm spittin', I'm a leader on a mission

Reach for what I'm gettin', I be heatin' up the kitchen

When I'm speakin', you should listen

'Cause I'm fiendin' for attention

And I did it on my own, never needed no permission, uh

[Outro]

Never needed no permission, uh, yah

Mr. Harlow