DJ Drama & Jack Harlow - Mockingbird Valley Lyrics

[Intro: Jack Harlow, DJ Drama, & Lil Jon]I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with meI'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with meI'm in the ATL, Clint Capela and young Trae with meSpent my first advance in Lenox (Gangsta), haven't been back in a minuteDo y'all remember when I told y'all I found this kid from Kentucky?And he was gon' be the one, haha?Why would you ever doubt me? DJ Drama[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with meI'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with meI'm in the ATL, Clint Capela and young Trae with meSpent my first advance in Lenox (Gangsta), haven't been back in a minuteLove me 'cause I'm so authentic, Mitch McConell still in SenateOcean risin' by the minute, just like us, we came to win itI got properties for tenants at a steak houseIn Chicago with Cole Bennett, talkin' friendship, lovin' businessIt's just so crazy to be young and rich, what kind of life is this?All I needed was a wham, long way from her wife and kidsHollywood done turned me right into a multi-hyphenateAnd still, I play it cool, I don't get hype for shitI'ma let you talk, but wait 'til I finishYeah, we gettin' cake, but all the time we spent together's what the icin' isCannon put some life inside this beat, that's why it's loopin' while I'm writin' thisY'alls whole personality self-rightousness, and I don't like that shit[Interlude: DJ Drama]Trials and tribulations, success and motivationOh, you didn't see us comin' this far, huhWho else you expected to set the bar?See, we the ones, the twos, the threesThat means we the one, and the two-three[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]Ridin' 'round the city with Martin, I feel a movement startin'People askin' how long I'm in town, got no plans of departin'Kevin Hart booked me in Bahrain, I got Vegas in MarchAside from that, I'm playin' indoor soccer and goin' to TargetCourse I got a main, but I'm still out here a la cartin'Playin' Dolly Partin in the crib, this is not an apartmentCoulda been the hardest niche artist, but I like chartin'And I like to see my brother's pockets green like the Michigan SpartansI just hit Shiraz, got the lamb kebabPrivate garage, can't get in that bitch, unless you scan the FOBUsed to bubble Scantrons in, Blake Griffin slammin' lobsChick-Fil-A was my Atlanta job, almost the AmazonNow all my haters where I'm from are fans of mineEither that or all the hatin' they doin' is payin' 'em mind'Cause I can't hear it, I show you boys what eights here isYoung lyricist, the one that they try to not take serious, but I'm here, bitch[Outro: DJ Drama]Straight off the planeI met her at baggage claimHuh, I never thought about the baggage she would claimShe told me the whole flight, she had Harlow on repeatI asked her what she love bestShe said he makes her feel complete, it's really like that