Magazine lyrics - Jack Harlow

Locked in

Serve em up with that top spin

Young boy I've been taking off

And might pull up in that cockpit

And I... got hits

Don't ask for shit cause we not friends

I spits verses I been working

You mo'fuckers just clocked in

And you doing it but I been did it

My potential that's Ben Simmons

Like blue jeans at the state fair

I might cut you off straight mid-sentence

She love the way that I'm quick with it

We have sex and I'm quick with it

If I put it in with no condom on

Then I might last like 10 minutes

On a good day

But baby it's cool we can do it again

This is the moment and this is the year

I'm predicting that I'll prolly be losing some friends

Please do not tell me about all of the bullshit

That y'all have been doing and who has been with

I feel like I should have been famous a year ago

I ain't got interest into just shooting the shits (woo)

When are we doing it big?

They made it cool and you ruined it quick

I got a hit's I don't usually miss

All of the shit you'll be shooting the bricks

It's crazy to me that you think this shits working

We don't give a fuck about you and your clique

All that I need is a year

And I swear the whole country gon' wonder like

"Who is this kid?"

I remember in the morning

When I take the bus to school

I wondered to myself

If this is how it has to be

I would take my finger

Write my name up on the window

Thinking one day

That's gon be up on a magazine

[x2]

Been about a week now

Been sleep deprived

Teachers' see me I'm easing by

C's and D's I don't need to try

But that piece of mind's what I need to find

And these people 'round me don't help

I've been dreaming like I'm still twelve

I was thinking bout what I want to be

I been redefining myself

Watch me as I break the ceiling

Watch me as I make a million

I think yo girl faking feelings

She just want to date a real one

I'm the man that got the hits

I think I should get payed to kill him

Pigment look like sour cream

They treat me like I'm Jason Williams

I'm trying to get to the top of the pyramid

Obvious to me you not really serious

You can not sit with me

Do this shit differently

If you pick Sprite Ima cop the Sierra Mist

I feel like Hell isn't as hot as my lyrics is

Tell them to give me my chops as a lyricist

All of these rappers look nervous as fuck to me

Like when your girlfriend ain't gotten her period (uh)

Yeah I can tell it's a struggle for you

Seeing this happen with me and this rapping

I'm doing just what I been wanted to do

I did not bring 'em a thing in the spring

So we gon see now what the summer can do

Only way they get themselves into shape

Is I bring in the facts and they run from the truth

I remember in the morning

When I take the bus to school

I wondered to myself

If this is how it has to be

I would take my finger

Write my name up on the window

Thinking one day

That's gon be up on a magazine

[x2]