Michael Jordan Lyrics

[Intro]
I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figure I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune

[Hook]
Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Michael Jordan, bounce-bounce ho, bounce-bounce
This sh*t make a n*gga wanna get some bread or bust a head
Or f*ck my enemies b*tch, acting bad and getting rich
Pull up on them 26's, I'm a vanity slave
I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways
I don't know why your b*tch want to f*ck me
And I don't know why you f*ck n*ggas can't see
I'm a Comp-town represented, a concrete back-flipper A.K.A that n*gga
Don't worry, I don't know why your b*tch want to f*ck me
And I don't know why you f*ck n*ggas can't see
This is Hiii-power since the Eddie Bauer, I've been popular
I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
You jocking the let her be a ho, why you stopping though?
We stopping the traffic, what you know about 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 b*tch want to f*ck me
I don't know why, hey, wait a minute motherf*cker

[Hook]
Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch
Michael Jordan b*tch, that means I'm too much for these n*ggas
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
Aye, pussy crazy, pussy crazy, you f*ck n*ggas, you pussies crazy
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But I know I can tell you about your girl homie
Her pussy's crazy, her pussy crazy, I f*ck n*gga, I know you hate me
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/haul of fame once it haul ass
Give me tall glass, Coconut Ciroc,
Please, no soda pop, I make my soda pop,
Life's a b*tch, her pussy crazy but I make that pussy pay me

[Hook]
Every time I'm in my city I be feeling like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch
Michael Jordan b*tch, that means I'm too much for these n*ggas
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 b*tch want to f*ck me
And I don't know why you sucker n*ggas can't see
I'm from Hoover man, high as Superman, sh*t you Lois Lane
You pussy man with the pussy game, sh*t, we off the chain
We popping the fortune, not the fame, sh*t, you backers, man
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
We f*cked her homes, f*cked and sent her home, marijuana strong
You know I'm gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no f*cks
Leaning off the activis, passing blunts round and round
Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round
Your b*tch texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down
Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging d*ck up from the mound
You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I'm done
I can be your number two and you can be her number one
Her pussy's crazy, her pussy's crazy, you f*ck n*ggas

[Hook]
Every time I'm in my city I be feeling like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch
Michael Jordan b*tch, that means I'm too much for these n*ggas
I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes