Harold Lyrics

Okay, fall back in that all-black, call me el negro I'm Shittin' on you busters, don't

Fuck with them bendejos Stop the hate for God's Sakes, cause my bars

En fuego Got mad cheese, my drip is mean, combine The

Two, con queso I'm out of space, that loud pack, Done sent your

Boy in orbit My head spinnin', I'm still spittin cause

These bills don't forfeit, these niggas out here Blowin' cash

Me, I just hoard it, can't pinpoint my style, boy

Because I have an assortment What were you Thinking

We are not the same thing So fresh and so clean, Real one, I've seen

Things Know what that life brings, hell or angel

Wings I just want my helping, 12 hates when you

Sell things Wanna put you in cufflinks, so it's back

To this rapping Pull up like what's happening, it's my Time

You has been I'ma go get these tracks in, after I Breathe

This gas in What comes next is smashing, I go hard so

Strap in Still blowin' and still flowin', I just

Popped an addy I go all day, this is child's play to

Me Milton Bradley, you sprint nigga I marathon

They should throw a flag around me That African, That champion, that energy

Surrounds me I'm laying low, incognito, but all the

Packs come loudly Just smoked four need four More, or go ahead without me

I'm on a mission, with a vision, you gone see about Me

Got soldiers in my convoy, so no one can reroute me

Mad stacks in my go fund, just in case them boys come

Fuck submission, I run, burn the kitchen, hide guns

No trace of what I've done, might take off to an Island

Someday I'll buy one, up my status to icon Give back To where I'm from, pave the way for

My sons Go hard or why come, live hard or die Young

I do the most, high strung, I'm Major League Cy Young

Survived the jungle, lion, lots of smoke in my lungs

Baked shit, no fake shit, bitch, I'm just Harold Baked Shit, no fake shit, bitch, I'm just Harold

Baked shit, no fake shit, bitch, I'm just Harold Baked Shit, no fake shit, bitch, I'm just Harold