Thoughts

Yeah Attack this shit Call you script Cut your throat Then flip your shit F*ck you bitch Don't give a f*ck about fucking shit Think I got Tourette's? Oh well then F*ck it then Don't give a f*ck about nothing then Changed the whole scene Guess I fucking run it then Oh well guess we going to hell Sound the gong or ring the bell Pass my soul I'm ready to sell Made this music shit my dream Switched up my whole damn team Lost many men but I ain't 50 Cent But I do sit top tier I'm a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta 10 808 get to wobbling 808 get to stoppin' Bring in the kick drums So I can show you what the f*ck right now is really poppin' Listen close like you're eavesdropping Imma take low blows like limbo Just how Jack Harlow can you go Just switched up my entire flow But f*ck it Speed it up right now Here I go Eating these beats Yes you already know Woah Jamie Go Jamie Coming out the cave this year Overthinking thoughts in here (Nah) Only have D.O.T.S this year (Like don't overthink shit) Wait take it back Did you hear? (Did you hear?) Slashing 'n' killing Fucking shit up like the villain A motherfuckin' murderous one man army With one single arm I can harm you Even with thick ass glasses Could bombarda maxima you Wonder when Venomous will blow and actually hit Trying to make this my life That's actually it Just kidding Made all this on my own King that came from a blacksmith Made my own fucking throne (How much do you write?) Well I make the beats I write the raps I mix, master and produce my own tracks I made the art And market myself Chin so high Ego on a shelf Heads up on some pedestal shit Jack of all trades Master of one The only answers to your question Is loads or fucking tonnes It's like 100 words at once Head 100 miles per hour So many thoughts I don't even eat They fill me up but somehow still devour Me