[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