Jack Harlow — 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