Lyrics:
Stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your
no referees
This feeling like LeBron VS. Jordan
Cause' when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Man... Stop all the bullshit I'll clear out this whole
of a drug
Just look over your shoulders
When they fuck you over
It's love, I know ya
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your
everything
Bottled up
All the feelings that I kept inside
Bubble over out the side
I guess that's why I wrote these rhymes
It's been weighing on my mind
Since
on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I
pussy, niggas getting Ocean 11'd, whenever
When they reminisce over you
Those be the last words, but tell us recording booth
See I propel niggas by
like a wooden toy soldier's,
Leaping out my bodyI'm flying by on a poster,
More flashes of brilliance than Jordan's rookie year choker
while they break
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
my ass
My erection is reaffirmed by
Listening to you
I love to hear your voice panting from the
Heat begging me to cross limit's that
We only cross
out a BB gun and techno bowl and a new Jordan's
Aye it's Christmas Eve
And I'm up late
Hanging candy canes on the Christmas tree
Trying to sweat Santa
when she cross the water
Immigrant, she cross the border
How the fuck niggas say they
Can afford my bitches?
It's the same niggas rockin' Jordans
Pull up
You turned your back on me and now you keep calling
I ball on a lil nigga like I was Jordan
Better look both ways when you trap out the apartments
I
like Jordan Poole
Don't fuck wit me, I might not fuck wit you
Juice in this bitch that mean it's over
My mood switch quick, think I'm bipolar
Y'all gone
Dateline
Take a bite out that apple
I’on say shit on Facetime
I was just shittin’ on Facetime
Ain’t no state, this fed time
Transport work ‘cross state lines
role model
My cup runneth over but I need the whole bottle
When your pockets gettin' full it make your soul hollow
Slick as Rick the Ruler, but the rules
hallelujah
This old world's a mighty big place, hallelujah
It's got satan all over its face, hallelujah
Jordan's river is chilly and cold, hallelujah
But it
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
Yea Yea
I ain't fucking with the opps, these pussy nigga get hit off
Make a list then cross em off
We got choppas in the back, hop out bitch let's
in the wind I was at the crib trappin then
Now the jets all got wifi flying over Iceland
I get back to the states i'm raisin prices
Dinner with
the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance
Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
the reason I'm alive
How these years have gone by
You were there when I was on my first bike ride, riding in the street
That delivery truck almost ran right
The face of death emoji was just an evil grin Shattered in the mirror, I had to crack a
Smile I'm growling out the zoo, I'm by the woop-de-woo
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
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