I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
Mike, Jordan
Give me the rock and I’m scoring (aye)
Came from the bottom that’s foreign
I swear that I’m up ‘fore the sun in the morning
Ooo (aye)
I gotta flex
I need a Nike bag, gimme the checks
I need the money and power respect
But I promise I’m repping the O till the death (aye)
I told ‘em out of my way
I don’t got nothing to say
Now they can’t run at my pace (nah)
They know that we ain’t the same
402 we rep the gang
I told em this ain’t a game (nah)