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Jack Harlow - Toilet Seat Freestyle Lyrics

[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Got me feeling out of date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)