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[Jack Harlow]Sometimes when I sit back and really let it registerI did everything I said I would, and said it firstI mean the world’s in denial, but they all know what I’m headed for

We ’bout to feed these youngins to the metaverseMeanwhile I’m over here just tryna pen a verse’Cause I’m done bein’ extra with the extrovertsThe label used to wonder how I’m supposed to stand next to VertProlly never thought that I would get these legs to workI work hard, but hard shit don’t need no extra workThat’s why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn

The world’s mine, I just say: Fuck it, let it turnThe girl’s mine, I just say: Fuck it, have a turnThe GOATs call me to the side like: Can we have a word?I could’ve fronted, but I did this shit how I preferredI know I should be humble, but it’s somethin’ I just haven’t learnedSoon enough I have to make these bad habits burnSoon enough we ’bout to come and get the shit we earn

You not a fan nowBut I remember when you used to be fanned outI’m guessin’ when the whole world loves youPeople only got one way to stand outAll that time in the kitchen finally panned outI put some flavor in a pot and took the bland outI know my grandpa would have a heart attackIf I pulled a hunnid grand outSo I’m not gonna pull a hunnid grand out

I’m hip-hop, do you fully understand?Fully automatic with the jams and they don’t jamAt the shows I’m ’bout to start handin’ out programs’Cause y’all need to get with the programI’m a grown-ass man, call me popsFuck around and take your phone ass manEverybody know Jack, but they don’t know Jack, manThey just know I got the flows and the hoes and the packed out shows

Ain’t too many cons when you playin’ with the pros’Cept for how your life get exposedBut I’ll make that sacrifice for the life that I choseI know in Toronto they got salt for the roadsBut schools closed in Kentucky, so I like when it snowedThe kids carry chopsticks, not for rice in the bowlSchool counselors all know how they life is at homeCold like the Minnesota Vikings at home

Before I met Drizzy, I knew he and I would get alongBut it’s hard to crack jokes when you really want adviceI mean, what’s it like to touch gold every time you touch a mic?Touchin’ heights, no one gets a touch in lifeFuckin’ right, young bachelor, what’s a wife?Once in a lifetime, ’till I say I want it twiceOne of a kind, know your everything is one of mineWanted posters with my face, they know who I’m wanted by


Cold hearts and heated floorsNo parental guidance, I just see divorceTherapy sessions, I’m in the waiting room, readin’ ForbesAbandonment issues I’m gettin’ treated forHow much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows?My son’s gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely roadThe cribs on his will like motor homesNiggas love to try and test us like they know what we on

Chubb’s got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone’Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin’ stonesWhenever you gettin’ bigger, there’s growin’ painsI got enough pull to make the city start throwin’ gamesI’m out here makin’ a mockeryI got my realtor out here playin’ MonopolyHow can I address you when you don’t own property?They only finesse you when you don’t move properly

Destined for the win, but you don’t get a prize out of meI’m destined for the top, but you can’t get a rise out of meSeven-fifty for the round canaries, and they glitterin’Man, you niggas drop trash, you litterin’I’m overdeliverin’ to the point, it’s belittlin’I mean, the PTSD is triggerin’, the profit is sickenin’The stones is shimmerin’Came from the north, but I got hot as fuck, so ain’t no shiverin’, yeah

Lucky me, people that don’t fuck with meAre linkin’ up with people that don’t fuck with me to fuck with meThis shit is gettin’ uglyAnd every situation is transactionalAnd every thing they sayin’ is irrationalAnd every way they movin’ is promotionalEverybody’s actin’ irreplaceableIt’s like they ain’t disposableMy urges for revenge are uncontrollableI know we’re gettin’ older though, yeah

But I gotta get a nigga back for that, it’s non-negotiableIt’s not even debatableI’m gettin’ so rich, my music’s not even relatableI blow her head up, it’s an inflatableBaby blue G class, I feel like a kid againPrayin’ on my downfall don’t make you religious, manAll I hear is plug talk comin’ from middlemanAll I hear is tall tales comin’ from little men

When I say “Bitch,” I’m very rarely referrin’ to womenMost of the bitches I know are niggas, they not even womenI know that sounds like I’m bein’ funny, I’m not even kiddingSame ones that say they run the game when they not even in itTo be honest, y’all financial situation’s my biggest motivationAnd how you should take that statement is based on what you makin’

Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap-psshIf I see ya, I spit in ya faces, ha-ptuiDaytonas with the green facesKentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasiveBox at the Churchill Downs, that’s motivation, yeahAnd shorty like: You know that boy Jack is goin’ placesI know


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