No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
See i'm the jordan of rap, you're like a retarded d. wade
I'm trying to make a way, she never call back
My other mate michael fucked a street cat
Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option
Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan
Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,
I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle
Look at the time change from jordan to lebron james
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/
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