Jack Harlow — Toilet Seat Freestyle

[Intro] [?], yes, yes Uh, Malcolm X had a dream (Had a dream, uh) Mahatma Gandhi had a dream (Had a dream, had a dream) And Jack Harlow has a dream (Has a dream, has a dream, has a dream, has a dream) 'Cause, okay, okay [Verse] Hit the beat and I'm droppin' bombs Rollin' round with some soccer moms Minivan with the music on Chief Keef and that Chaka Khan Plugged in the auxiliary (Uh) They feelin' me 'cause I'm illy, see (Uh) Still a beast while I'm killin' beats Got a notebook filled with artillery And I go hard regardless (Regardless) Hair up in my armpits Told y'all that I'm growin' up Never slowin' up when I start (Start) Puts it down just for my hood Wake up, go hard; morning wood Told me no but I swore I could Yes indeed, the Lord is good Toilеt seat, I'm sure to be Thеy feel it now that my voice is deep They messin' with Harlow Check a rap like a barcode Smartphone with the screen crack Hyped up then I relax See that, man? I eat tracks Feet up and my seat back Not a lot to talk about 'cause life is uneventful So I find some words that sound the same and write them with this pencil, uh Rap like a man, rap like a man Go Kendrick in the back of a van Anybody ever tryna ask where I am I'm from the ville, homie, national champs Look at girls, fantasize Yoga pants with that panty line Type of girl I wanna stand beside Dear Lord, man, I can't deny Spit like a beast, been doing me Joke in the city, I'ma end as a king I be feeling good at the end of the week Put a couple coins in the vending machine Teddy Grahams in my cargo shorts Asking me what I start it for I don't know, rap is cool 7 AM, I'm going back to school Backpack is my paper trail Made them fail with this grading scale So my mom treats me like 8-inch nails 'Cause, 'cause you know she puts her hammer down She puts her hammer down, yah You know she puts her hammer down Bottle of that lotion on my dresser, yes, uh Tried to skateboard; now I'm laying on the stretcher Still a freshmen; killin' veterans, tryna make a real impression I ain't got no time to slow down, I ain't finna hear your questions Head down while I'm in class Dressed out for my gym class Check around the city; I'm the best out with these sick tracks In my room for hours straight Got me feeling out of date I ain't 'bout to go in, go in Listen what I'm 'bout to say Ain't no other rapper that be messin' with my intellect Tell your friends about me just to let 'em know the kid is next Got these rappers in distress, labels showing interest Give my best, did no less, I'm just tryna give respect Actin' obscene got 'em mad as can be And my eyes locked on to the back of her jeans Rap like a fiend when I rap on the beat Never gon' stop 'til the track is complete Back in the streets, not packin' the heat But I'ma let them know that Jack is a beast Lackin' the flow when they jackin' the steez Raps so dope and they ask for a piece Actually, man, I'm actually Faster than most, can I rap compete? Passionate dreams, smashin' the beats Try to step to me, I'ma ask you to leave Drop the bass, kill the track A prodigy; I'm ill, you wack Feel me, man, I'ma feel you back, uh— [Outro] I take that back, my bad, my fault, my bad Drop the bass, I kill the track A prodigy; I'm ill, you wack Feel me, man, I'ma— Uh, Malcolm X had a dream (Had a dream, had a dream, had a dream) Mahatma Gandhi had a dream, uh (Had a dream, had a dream, had a dream)