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Michael Jordan Songtext
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Michael Jordan Songtext

(W4ddles, you genius!)


We are not the same, no I feel you′re
'Bout as real as a silicone titty, lil′ bitch boy
I was 22 poppin' pills in the Hollywood Hills
Fuck a six figure deal, no
That ain't really somethin′ that I′d kill for
Rather meet a girl named Billie on the Billboard
Swear to god, I'ma sell a milli for the kitties
That were wishin′ I was still born
Mama's said the world ain′t pretty on Fillmore
She grew up livin' in the gritty
On the windy westside of the city, with them shitty ass eyes
When you workin′ two seven dollar, fifty cent jobs
Count pennies at the bus stop, must not
Know about that 9 to 5 hustle
Why you claimin' that you're grinding everyday
With your Instagram struggles, so I′ma say it one time
You ain′t nothin' but a fuckin′ stay-at-home mother
Not a tough guy
Seem like everybody wanna know
How the fuck I'm gold, and no I don′t even got a motive
All I know is that when on the mic I'll be like Hoover
The 1997 Bulls, no never no bullshit
Michael Jordan when I hit the shot
The pistol pop off the holster, bitch I′m a soldier
Rickenbacker we get lit at concerts like explosive
Jesus, Mother Mary, Joseph, Father, Son, and Holy
Rollie rollin' in the ghost, left the party in a red Ferrari
Not a rover, bad bitches comin' over
All my life, I wanted real money
Where the pills bury that doughboy
Heavy weight up on my shoulder
Lo and behold, the wait is over, time to kill your like covid

Motherfucker feel like Mike
Motherfucker feel like Mike, yeah
Never gon′ lie, I′m tryna be the greatest, all time
23 like Jordan, take flight, right
I'll be in my bag like Michael, woah
4th quarter comin′ and I might score, woah
Motherfucker feel like Mike
Yeah, this motherfucker feels like Mike


Yo, lately I'm feelin′ like MJ
Kin play, with the flow, hi-top, sick fade
Which way I'ma go? They don′t know switch pace
Dunkin' on a hater like Dikembe
Since fifth grade, I've been ballin′ dawg
Got cut from the team, I was wylin′ dawg
Now I don't feel pain, no Tylenol
I get paid just to play with the dialogue
And you ain′t in the conversation
Don't make me get abrasive
Shit, if I′m MJ, then you Gary Payton
Ain't winnin′ stealin' everything that's on the playlist
Tryna get the clout, but you won′t ever make it
Wasted, poppin′ champagne on the plane, shit
Ten years in the game, classics, favorites
Your shit soundin' real ancient, dated
If you on my team, then I need cooperation
Yeah, all winners, no losers in here
Shinnin′ man, shoutout my jeweler in here
You scared of the buzzer, you shootin' with fear
Ain′t no T, I get loose like a tooth up in here
Get Gatorade for a boost up in here
With Ciroc got the dinner with juice up in there
You a fool if you thinkin' you beatin′ us
You can't compete with us, tellin' the truth up in here
Yeah, motherfucker feelin like Mike
Reggie at the guard, don′t choke, you spike
Rollin′ dice, y'all gettin′ played with, fishy price
In a whip, all-white, like rice my nigga, I'm nice
Yeah, that′s big facts, I've been ballin′ on 'em ever since gym class
That's racks, yeah you know I got a thick stash
And my presence is a present, take my shot right off the glass

Motherfucker feel like Mike
Motherfucker feel like Mike, yeah
Never gon′ lie, I′m tryna be the greatest, all time
23 like Jordan, take flight, right
I'll be in my bag like Michael, woah
4th quarter comin′ and I might score, woah
Motherfucker feel like Mike
Yeah, this motherfucker feels like Mike

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