[Intro]
Yeah, ugh
What it is right now
This is Harry mothafuckin’ Mack
Reporting live from the studio
I ain't left in like three weeks (Heheheh)
My beard growing all nasty and shit
But I'm right where I wanna be man, believe that
Uh, yah, yah
Listen
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm fuckin' crazy
And y'all too fuckin' lazy
You don't work enough
I guess your heart don't hurt enough
Classic records, man, I guess you’ve never heard enough
I'm precise with my rhyme the way a surgeon cut
So turn it up, let this shit blast
Jazz drummer with a flow that give you whiplash
And quit acting like a bitch with yo’ bitch ass
Don't you know you get much smarter when you skip class? (Go)
So y'all can sip slow, I'd rather sip fast (Aye)
And y'all can tip-toe, I'd rather stomp on the game
Give a fuck about the comments and fame
All I wanted was the realest ones to honor my name
Never honor the president, Donald’s a lame
Why he wanna leave my sister and my mom in the rain
And he prolly would have rather seen Obama in chains
It's like four-year-olds that's playing with toys
But it's forty-year-olds that's playing with lives
Dropping bombs outta planes, swear the drama insane
Heaven versus Hell feel like Spawn in the flames
Cobain range from nirvana to pain (Whoo)
Yeah, and it's the dawn of the living
On a new mission
Switch names with Potter
Use my wand with precision, when I conjure a vision
They like "Mack, why you never calm when you spittin’?"
I'm like "Yo, man ain’t you looked outside?”
Don't you know innocent lives getting took outside?
People getting killed 'cause of how they look outside
Babies too, shit as real as Sandy Hook outside
Mind a earthquake, but won't nobody shook outside
Too fixated on their phones, yeah, they hooked outside
Still, nobody put their face in a book outside
Speaking of, I should prolly put a book out, I
Got too much to say for these hip-hop tracks
Where the less heart you give, the more you get props back
It's all money, cars, liquor; fuck a bitch, y'all wack
I'd rather fall off tomorrow than get rich off that
I told 'em
Yeah, ugh
What it is right now
This is Harry mothafuckin’ Mack
Reporting live from the studio
I ain't left in like three weeks (Heheheh)
My beard growing all nasty and shit
But I'm right where I wanna be man, believe that
Uh, yah, yah
Listen
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm fuckin' crazy
And y'all too fuckin' lazy
You don't work enough
I guess your heart don't hurt enough
Classic records, man, I guess you’ve never heard enough
I'm precise with my rhyme the way a surgeon cut
So turn it up, let this shit blast
Jazz drummer with a flow that give you whiplash
And quit acting like a bitch with yo’ bitch ass
Don't you know you get much smarter when you skip class? (Go)
So y'all can sip slow, I'd rather sip fast (Aye)
And y'all can tip-toe, I'd rather stomp on the game
Give a fuck about the comments and fame
All I wanted was the realest ones to honor my name
Never honor the president, Donald’s a lame
Why he wanna leave my sister and my mom in the rain
And he prolly would have rather seen Obama in chains
It's like four-year-olds that's playing with toys
But it's forty-year-olds that's playing with lives
Dropping bombs outta planes, swear the drama insane
Heaven versus Hell feel like Spawn in the flames
Cobain range from nirvana to pain (Whoo)
Yeah, and it's the dawn of the living
On a new mission
Switch names with Potter
Use my wand with precision, when I conjure a vision
They like "Mack, why you never calm when you spittin’?"
I'm like "Yo, man ain’t you looked outside?”
Don't you know innocent lives getting took outside?
People getting killed 'cause of how they look outside
Babies too, shit as real as Sandy Hook outside
Mind a earthquake, but won't nobody shook outside
Too fixated on their phones, yeah, they hooked outside
Still, nobody put their face in a book outside
Speaking of, I should prolly put a book out, I
Got too much to say for these hip-hop tracks
Where the less heart you give, the more you get props back
It's all money, cars, liquor; fuck a bitch, y'all wack
I'd rather fall off tomorrow than get rich off that
I told 'em
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