Michael Jordan

[Intro: Alori Joh]

I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan

Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Ugh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my shit don't stink

Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink

Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair

Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here

And I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

[Break: Kendrick Lamar]

Michael Jordan

Bounce-bounce, ho, bounce-bounce

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Or fuck my enemy's bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Pull up on them twenty-sixes, I'm a vanity slave

I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways

I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me

And I don't know why you fuck niggas can't see

I'm a Comp-town representer, a concrete back-flipper

A.K.A. "that nigga," don't wuwwy!

I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me

And I don't know why you fuck niggas can't see

This is HiiiPower, since the Eddie Bauer, I been popular

I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

You jocking her, let her be a ho, why you stopping though?

We stopping the traffic, what you know 'bout them hockey pucks?

Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em

Seen too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming

I don't know why your bitch wanna fuck me

And I don't know why (Hey, wait a minute, motherfucker)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink

Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink

Ridin' 'round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair

Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here

And I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

That means I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?

The only thing I did wrong was make it possible

I Diddy Bop and make them titties pop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it

Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it (Ayy)

Pussy crazy, pussy crazy

You fuck niggas, you pussies crazy (Don't wuwwy!)

Man, I know I can't tell you about the world, homie (Uh)

But I know I can tell you about your girl, homie (Uh)

Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy

I fucked, nigga, I know you hate me (Don't wuwwy!)

I know they pay me too much of attention

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned

I need me an engine that go real fast

Call it "hall of fame" once it haul ass

Give me tall glass, Coconut Cîroc

Please, no soda pop, I make my solo pop

Life's a bitch, her pussy crazy

But I make that pussy pay me

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink

Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink

Ridin' 'round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair

Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here

And I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

That means I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that—

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

I remember tripping, walking through the set like, "My Glock don't think"

Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink

I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me

And I don't know why you sucker niggas can't see

I'm-I'm from Hoover, man, high as Superman, shit, you Lois Lane

You pussy, man; with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain

We popping, man, fortune, not the fame; shit, you backwards, man

You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes

Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

We fucked her, homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong

You know I'm gon' turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?

My paper long, yep, you left alone, y-y-you gets no fucks

Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts 'round and 'round

Told me Mary was a go, so we passed her 'round and 'round

Your bitch texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock her down

Hurt her, bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth

You let it slide, I hit home runs, clean her dugout 'til I'm done

I can be her number two, and you can be her number one (Number one)

Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy (Crazy, crazy)

You fuck niggas!

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink

Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink

Ridin' 'round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair

Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here

And I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch

That means I'm too much for these niggas, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes