Power Tools - Jack Harlow

Bitch I’m from the 502 and I rep it to the fullest

Feeling like it wouldn’t hurt to step in front of bullets

I’m the man now you the type to Instagram pictures

With your hand up on the trigger but you never want to pull it

But yo, I’m not gettin' mixed up in that racket

It’s intimidating, I’m just trying to pick apart the madness

I’m just wondering where you kids are getting semi-automatics

Do your parents buy them for you just to give to ya’ll as presents

I’m just curious, but Ima get back to this rappin'

And talk about the fact I’m doing shit you can’t imagine

Ask your Mom about me homie

She been giving me that action

Had a thing ever since she used to pick me up from practice

But I’m done with asking questions

I’m usually pretty cautious but tonight I’m acting reckless

And I know the clock is ticking on my youth and adolescence

I feel like if I just blink it could be gone in half a second

So I, take advantage of these moments 'fore I lose them

And the mood to be rebellious even I know it’s stupid

I don’t know what’s on my mind right now

I’m hoping I don’t lose it

Just came up in this bitch to go and show you how I do it

If I want it then I got it what the Hell you gonna do

She told me that I’m handsome and I’m hella fucking cute

Know these fellas can’t believe it, but I’m telling y’all the truth

Take her so quick they gon' call that shit burglary

And I’m so finally handsome thought I got plastic surgery

Tell them take a pool of bleach

And have a shot glass of mercury

You wanna see me quit

You prolly gonna have to murder me but

Please don’t, I like living all this

Rhyme spinning gotta fellas mind spinning

Got ya girl up in my whip she wanna take a ride in it

Couple hours go by she asking, «What time is it?»

Uh, she said I’m nerdy but attractive and I’m charming

Yeah she liked 'fore she heard I was a rapper

This my life and I’m just living 'fore we turn to the next chapter

Scheming like a stallion steady lurking in the patches

Wishing that my first name coulda been Lorenzo

Mixtape dropped but I’m still getting friendzoned

Mixtape dropped but I still haven’t hit though

At this point I’m praying for some neck no lymph-nodes

Spit flow, get dough

That is the career path

Told them I’m a rapper, but they ain’t tryna hear that

Clear path to the destination I’ve been dreaming 'bout

If you got directions for me go ahead and leave them out

I’m trying to focus on what matters to me

I understand the value of a Masters degree

But that ain’t for me

Nah it just ain’t cool and just like everybody else

Man I hate school, this shit is wack

Every single day is like Hell for me

Sitting there for seven hours waiting for a bell to ring

Honestly it’s not like I’m not trying to learn

It’s that the school system’s killing my desire to learn

But I ain’t one to talk about taking action

Cause if I really cared I would make it happen

The less I fuck around then the more I know

But I refuse to buckle down for a 4.0

Cause I been looking but I haven’t found me any patience for

Anything that has to do with balancing equations or

Stoichiometry, Pythagoream theorem

I’m, looking at my teacher but don’t actually hear them

To be honest with you

I’ve been feeling like a misfit

I know my life passion and I really think I’m gifted

I know my teacher thinks that I must really be dipshit

I guess I got to show em what’s really realistic

Really realistic

Guess I got to show what’s really realistic

Bitch I’m from the 502

Reppin' to the fullest