[Intro]
Who wants to be Michael Jordan? Raise your hand
Only raise your hand
Michael, the president of the year, that's good
The whole concept of success to me is a little bit warped
'Cause, what are you being successful at, in your house trapped?
At this mountain with this mold around it
And not gettin' to my— Yeah
On my big car and drive to my destination and not see people
[Verse]
I'm screamin', "Fuck the world" when I wake up
I got God on my mind and the Devil on my nuts
Bible in my hand, through my brain is countin' ends
Swore I wasn't gon' murder
May I repent when I win?
Life on the rise, so, I look up at the sky, like, "What's next?"
Fuck nigga feel the need to sneak diss? Be my guest
Death over dishonor, not dishonor over death
You do this shit for respect, I just do this for my set
Now, I'm [?], free the guys, fuck the cop
Lost Kids, shout out to my soldiers on the block
My main bitch is A1, your main bitch look like she smoke rocks
And, if your main bitch is on ten, then, your main bitch is my main thot
Fuck you thought?
I'm boomin' 'round the way, I swear, y'all niggas need to stop
I'm gettin' white girl love, [?] my nigga slops
And, plus, I'm down to show, so, I seen a couple
Years of makin' beats in the lab, I'm fightin' carpel tunnel
Like, tenth grade, smoked out, bars and trouble
People don't know the struggle, yet, they swar they love you
And, now, I'm like a big deal in my city
Eighteen, but I'm feelin' like I'm fifty, all my brothers with me
I hear a lot of threats, but ain't a nigga hit me
I'm certified, look me up, them LoKi niggas shifty (For real)
And, now, I'm plottin' on my enemies
(So much money, is my I.D. gon' try me?)
And, I saw people whack like niggas is all dumb
Like, we ain't all lost our innocence mad young
I used to think that crime touch him, well-off, nigga's suburban
But, fuck it, I know niggas that took a life, now, they doin' life
I never got out, couldn't see a problem, and duck it
But, it ain't 'bout where you from, that's them niggas you run with
Back in school, I used to hang with them niggas
Teachers got close, they like, treat me like what I'm not, I'ma be with you fair most
Who wants to be Michael Jordan? Raise your hand
Only raise your hand
Michael, the president of the year, that's good
The whole concept of success to me is a little bit warped
'Cause, what are you being successful at, in your house trapped?
At this mountain with this mold around it
And not gettin' to my— Yeah
On my big car and drive to my destination and not see people
[Verse]
I'm screamin', "Fuck the world" when I wake up
I got God on my mind and the Devil on my nuts
Bible in my hand, through my brain is countin' ends
Swore I wasn't gon' murder
May I repent when I win?
Life on the rise, so, I look up at the sky, like, "What's next?"
Fuck nigga feel the need to sneak diss? Be my guest
Death over dishonor, not dishonor over death
You do this shit for respect, I just do this for my set
Now, I'm [?], free the guys, fuck the cop
Lost Kids, shout out to my soldiers on the block
My main bitch is A1, your main bitch look like she smoke rocks
And, if your main bitch is on ten, then, your main bitch is my main thot
Fuck you thought?
I'm boomin' 'round the way, I swear, y'all niggas need to stop
I'm gettin' white girl love, [?] my nigga slops
And, plus, I'm down to show, so, I seen a couple
Years of makin' beats in the lab, I'm fightin' carpel tunnel
Like, tenth grade, smoked out, bars and trouble
People don't know the struggle, yet, they swar they love you
And, now, I'm like a big deal in my city
Eighteen, but I'm feelin' like I'm fifty, all my brothers with me
I hear a lot of threats, but ain't a nigga hit me
I'm certified, look me up, them LoKi niggas shifty (For real)
And, now, I'm plottin' on my enemies
(So much money, is my I.D. gon' try me?)
And, I saw people whack like niggas is all dumb
Like, we ain't all lost our innocence mad young
I used to think that crime touch him, well-off, nigga's suburban
But, fuck it, I know niggas that took a life, now, they doin' life
I never got out, couldn't see a problem, and duck it
But, it ain't 'bout where you from, that's them niggas you run with
Back in school, I used to hang with them niggas
Teachers got close, they like, treat me like what I'm not, I'ma be with you fair most
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