Mister Jordan, Mister Jordan are you aware that the/ That the, that the shoes that you sportin’/ Ain't your shoes anymore man?/ More than when you wore them/ ‘Cuz they were always on his father’s feet when he saw them/ Seen a kid last week, keepin’ the heat like he warrin’/ And you ask ‘em why the heat, he said to keep these clean 4’s man/ Families can't afford them, randomly get a call then they like, how the fuck we gonna get these Air Jordans?/ Wake at 5 to wait in line when claiming mine no wasting times/ 10’s, 11’s, 8’s and 9’s, same design, same design/ Claiming lives, claiming lives, but nothing can replace the high/ When you get a fresh pair and a bitch go and say you fly/ We all on Instagram flexing, listenin’ to Nike talk wondering what's the next one/ Then they go and wait to drop, if the public say it's hot/ Then they gonna cop but they not if they say it's not/

I just wanna, I just wanna be like Mike/ Man, I just wanna be like Mike/ From the shoes to the game to the fame to my name in lights/ Man, I just wanna be like Mike/ I just wanna be like Mike/ (2X)

Started out all I wanted was some 1’s/ Then they went and dropped the black ones with the gums/ We used to bust cap guns just for fun/ But now we quick to bust caps like run **** run/ Give me them funds, give me the chain, give me them kicks you rockin’/ Ain't got time for bullshittin, it's a ticking clock, hit them pockets, chips and wallets/ Do it while your bitch is watching, different options na na/ At this rate you'll be lucky to see manana/ This is how it happens on any blocka that I'm on/ Pop up hear that glocka pop and then I'm gone/ I don't wanna do it but I do want it so I'm torn/ And any of these fools wanna bring they unit then I'm warrin’/ All for the love of the jump man, leave a **** bleeding with some holes and some lumps fam/ I'm a good dude on one hand, but on the other hand/ I be thinking like fuck them/ Lets run them/

You just a man, man I’m just a man too/ Selling all these damns shoes/ The only difference is, is I did everything I had to and so much more/ So many thing I didn’t have to, know what dog/? How many rings do I have duke?/ Shit I lost my dad too/ Getting cut in high school wonder why the bad attitude/ Shoe game, the flu game is something that had to do/ Pippen was my right hand, Rodman was a savage too/ But ask them **** if they didn’t have MJ/ They ain’t getting nothing finger waving Dikembe/ Ballin’ won’t last forever I need a brand name/ Tongue stickin’ out, my logo up in your man cave/ Try to point the finger at me, you do the damn same/ Blood, sweat and tears in the paint I demand fame/ Keep another black man down what a damn shame/ I’m the American dream, fuck a damn game/