Potter Payper Jack Harlow
[Verse 1]
I got P's 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 kept incommunicado
I know I ain't going crazy, this ain't all in my mind
I function in dysfunction and organisе crime
I just went and linked my Turk, call mе 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
[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 f..cker 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 organise crime
I just went and linked my Turk, call me P45
And I'm steady getting better like some f..cking fine wine
I got some people hating on me like it's a day job
I might stop and give a f..ck if I ever find time
