Kendrick Lamar – Michael Jordan (feat. ScHoolboy Q) Lyrics

Michael Jordan

Kendrick Lamar (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

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"Michael Jordan." - Kendrick Lamar (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:45 pm

Album: Overly Dedicated

Track No: 06

I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune
Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my shit don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding 'round with **** that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping Me Against the World, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan
Bounce-bounce, ho, bounce-bounce
This shit make a **** wanna get some bread or bust a head
Or fuck my enemy's bitch, acting bad and getting rich
Pull up on them 26s, I'm a vanity slave
I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways
I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me
And I don't know why you fuck **** can't see
I'm a Comp-town representer, concrete back-flipper
A.K.A. "that ****," don't wuwwy
I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me
And I don't know why you fuck **** can't see
This is HiiiPoWeR, since the Eddie Bauer, I've been popular
I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
You jocking her, let her be a ho, why you stopping though?
We stopping the traffic, what you know 'bout them hockey pucks?
Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em
Seen too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming
I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me
And I don't know why— (Hey, wait a minute, motherfucker)
Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding 'round with **** that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping Me Against the World, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
That means I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?
Only thing I did wrong was make it possible
I diddy bop and make them titties pop
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it
Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it (Aye)
Pussy crazy, pussy crazy
You fuck ****, you pussies crazy
Man, I know I can't tell you 'bout the world, homie
But I know I can tell you 'bout your girl, homie
Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy
I fucked, ****, I know you hate me
I know they pay me too much of attention
Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
I need me an engine that go real fast
Call it hall of fame once it haul ass
Give me tall glass, Coconut Cîroc
Please, no soda pop, I make my solo pop
Life's a bitch, her pussy crazy
But I make that pussy pay me
Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding 'round with **** that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping Me Against the World, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
That means I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don't think
Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink
I don't know why your bitch want to fuck me
And I don't know why you sucker **** can't see
I'm from Hoover, man, high as Superman, shit, you Lois Lane
You pussy, man, with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain
We popping, man, fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man
You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes
Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
We fucked her, homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong
You know I'm gon' turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
Told me Mary was a go, so we passed her round and round
Your bitch texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock her down
Hurt her bouncing on my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth
You let it slide, I hit home runs, clean her dugout till I'm done
I can be her number two, and you can be her number one
Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy, you fuck ****
Every time I'm in my city, I be feeling like my shit don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding 'round with **** that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping Me Against the World, hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
That means I'm too much for these ****, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q.

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