Jack Harlow

Lyrics

[Intro] (That's Chucks) (Honeywoodsix) [Verse 1] I got Ps in every pocket of my black cargos It's mad 'cause no one ever taught us stack our dough It was just yesterday I sent the pack Harlow I got white girl going crazy like Jack Harlow I can cook it on the spot like Vapiano's I never asked, but she said you was just bredrianos I keep the keys in the family, I'm the head Soprano I got a lot of legroom, I like to flex my arms though He must think he's Johnny Bravo, all that bravado You can take one to your face and turn you squashed tomato Weren't me, I had a meeting out in Monte Carlo You never been nicked and kеpt incommunicado I know I ain't going crazy, this ain't all in my mind I function in dysfunction and organised crime I just went and linkеd my Turk, call me P45 I'm playing wewantwraiths like I need more flights In that jail two months and I had three, four fights On the visit with the family, gotta cheeks your knife Don't pretend like someone from the streets your type You don't want one of them guys, don't lie I'm in London 'round Aitch like Jack Harlow You can come and take that and it's Gary Barlow Bro got bodies on his toast, not no avocado So you can say I got a ghost in this black Viano [Break] The biggest issue for Harlow is public-space violence Around what we see in the town centre, in some of our open spaces We, um, we're no worse than any other large towns But we do see, still see pockets of habitual weapon carrying Particularly by young people and obviously related to the distribution of drugs [Verse 2] I just bought two dotties off Harlow Jack Essex feds tried ban me, said I can't go back I'm in Gary's and you've never seen the yard so packed My life's a horror movie, I don't rap, I reenact I learnt what you're putting out is always what you attract So either I'm giving you facts, or my memories lapse I was in and outta jail with my hood on my back And I was in and outta towns making Nokia's slap Come home, the kids miss you like Jack Harlow I'm still Leonidas, you're just Leonardo '42 from the bottle, this ain't Disaronno I got five chains on, but I know less is more though If it ain't mine then I'm out here and I'm running your show I'm bringing real back in style, you couldn't buy this wardrobe I came home, metamorphose, just more and more growth None of this was foretold I used to jack my school friends on the walk home Hungry little fucker on the train to Maidstone I see him get cheffed up and watched him lay prone And I ain't going crazy, this ain't all in my mind I function in dysfunction and organised crime I just went and linked my Turk, call me P45 And I'm steady getting better like some fucking fine wine I got some people hating on me like it's a day job I might stop and give a fuck if I ever find time [Outro] I had white girl going crazy like Jack Harlow I'm in London 'round Aitch like Jack Harlow Come home, the kids miss you like Jack Harlow I just bought two dotties off Harlow Jack I had white girl going crazy like Jack Harlow