[Chorus]
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
[Verse 1]
Pale skin, oily face
Bluegrass, Boise Statе
Louisville, born and raised
On the mic with no point to makе
Join the race and you bite the dust
Ask 'em all if they rockin' with me
Laugh it off when they compliment me
Glasses on 'cause they complement me
I feel so handsome, tell me that I'm not
Fourteen years, I've been meltin' in a pot
Seldom do I stop, young fella on the block
I'm so crafty on the beat like some elves in Santa's shop, uh
Mess with the kid, you get served up right
You can learn tonight, man, you heard these rhymes
Every verse and line at the perfect time
Leave nothin' left like I'm turnin' right
E-L-I gettin' details right
Man, the swag came used, what's the resale price
I'm tryna be who them females like
They just tell me I need a life
Hop into my feat, y'all can't stop me 'cause you weak
I'm a piece, I'm at peace
Mahatma Gandhi on the beat, uh
I like rap and I hate school
I'm well-behaved and don't break rules
Go ham on these lame fools
Flow cold and it stay cool
[Chorus]
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
[Verse 2]
Man, I been flexin' on these dudes without contractin' my muscles
Ride through the ash and the rubble I give that passion and hustle
Took a breath, but I'm back in it
Finna make a racket like badminton
Outta town just last week, and that homework I do last minute
The freshest, I'm so clean in just a sweatshirt and some jeans
This freshman got that steez, I'm so Edgar Allan P., uh
The best in town, they stressin' out
Teachers mad 'cause my head is down
I apologize and then pay attention 'cause I'm courteous and don't mess around
For the most part at least, I'm Mozart on these beats
Boy, I go hard on these beats, 'bout to go far and succeed
Watch that show start and I beast (Beast)
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' nice
I kill the mic, got the illest rhymes
Challenge me, now that's ill advised
I'm enticed by the cash when I'm writin' the raps
DM these chicks, they ain't write me back
But it's fine, 'cause I'm Jack, and I'm tight in the track
I know one day they gon' like what I have
Check the rhymes, I'm the next in line
Ambitious plot like X and Y
Extra fly when I step aside
Nappy haired, and I'm catchin' eyes
[Chorus]
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
[Verse 1]
Pale skin, oily face
Bluegrass, Boise Statе
Louisville, born and raised
On the mic with no point to makе
Join the race and you bite the dust
Ask 'em all if they rockin' with me
Laugh it off when they compliment me
Glasses on 'cause they complement me
I feel so handsome, tell me that I'm not
Fourteen years, I've been meltin' in a pot
Seldom do I stop, young fella on the block
I'm so crafty on the beat like some elves in Santa's shop, uh
Mess with the kid, you get served up right
You can learn tonight, man, you heard these rhymes
Every verse and line at the perfect time
Leave nothin' left like I'm turnin' right
E-L-I gettin' details right
Man, the swag came used, what's the resale price
I'm tryna be who them females like
They just tell me I need a life
Hop into my feat, y'all can't stop me 'cause you weak
I'm a piece, I'm at peace
Mahatma Gandhi on the beat, uh
I like rap and I hate school
I'm well-behaved and don't break rules
Go ham on these lame fools
Flow cold and it stay cool
[Chorus]
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
[Verse 2]
Man, I been flexin' on these dudes without contractin' my muscles
Ride through the ash and the rubble I give that passion and hustle
Took a breath, but I'm back in it
Finna make a racket like badminton
Outta town just last week, and that homework I do last minute
The freshest, I'm so clean in just a sweatshirt and some jeans
This freshman got that steez, I'm so Edgar Allan P., uh
The best in town, they stressin' out
Teachers mad 'cause my head is down
I apologize and then pay attention 'cause I'm courteous and don't mess around
For the most part at least, I'm Mozart on these beats
Boy, I go hard on these beats, 'bout to go far and succeed
Watch that show start and I beast (Beast)
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' nice
I kill the mic, got the illest rhymes
Challenge me, now that's ill advised
I'm enticed by the cash when I'm writin' the raps
DM these chicks, they ain't write me back
But it's fine, 'cause I'm Jack, and I'm tight in the track
I know one day they gon' like what I have
Check the rhymes, I'm the next in line
Ambitious plot like X and Y
Extra fly when I step aside
Nappy haired, and I'm catchin' eyes
[Chorus]
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
These other rappers can't see us (See us)
Go 'head, get a mic bag
Yo grandma in her Prius (Prius)
Rollin' round, playin' my tracks
Yo girlfriend on my YouTube
She don't like you like she used to
I go hard on these fellas
I don't have to, man, I choose to
( Jack Harlow )
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