Lyrics
I’m Jordan on the mic son, You ain’t right son,
Like a freezer or my cupcakes I’m getting me some icing,
Got ya chicken phone number on the night stand,
You ain’t right man, but I’m gone gone get it boy,
I’m a get it boy, gone gone get it,
Be in it til I spent it like my paper,
Keep ya Indiana Pace Up,
Liquor wit no chaser, this ain’t ya basics,
This is the matrix, I’m the neo,
Got a few things that I never told my PO,
Blow some trees, like a forest fire,
More higher, than the wire that give us power,
Be grinding from the minute to the hour,
Higher than the sears tower,
What you about know that,
Hydro… with a violet glow,
Like a pilot go, be up in could nine,
When its bout time, then I get up out mine,
With the suicide doors, and the floors made of mink,
Like the sheets in the crib,
And these chickens telling yo lets me at the crib,
Cuz you gone be my baby,
Take it back to the eighties,
Chy-Town where I birth from,
Those days was the worst ones,
But these is the best, cuz I roll like X,
In froze golden lexus, most hate the bestest,
Cuz I passed the tests… like chicks with small breastest,
[Passed the test…]
That’s straight A’s, like Oakland baseball plays…
Just the keep my status… number one on the mic!
