One, two, three, three, four, five
If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh
One, two, three, three, four, five
If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh

Sharp shooter, play the game
Slam dunk, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch layin' up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
Came a long way from the backyard, yeah
(Long way from the backyard, yeah)
(Came a long way from the backyard, yeah)

Seventeen years of mama comin' home
No hug, no love, no kiss, not even a "Hello"
Just "Did you wash the dishes?
Did you fold my clothes? "
Oh no, let me hurry up, mama on thе road
What's love? I say, "IDK, " that mean I don't know
In this case, barеly room for love
Barely room for growth
I wanna cry but I never do, it ain't good to show
I wanna die but I never do, can't go like a ho (Oh)
I tip-toe around the idea of family ties (That's right)
Just me, Mom, and Martin, broken family ties
Seein' pictures of 'em tyin' a knot, both of 'em are smilin'
Same pictures of 'em tyin' a knot
Falling from their fighting
Would've thought it was normal if I didn't watch TV
I'm seein' white people eatin' with their families happily
Only time we ate together was eatin' at Applebee's
Parents had so many jobs
Our family tree was an apple tree
I never saw my step-father kiss my mama
Not once, that's for real
We ain't need no AC
The household was so cold, I'm gettin' chills

That's why it's one, two, three, three, four, five
If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh
One, two, three, three, four, five
If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995
I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh
[Verse 2: IDK]
Have you ever been to an immigrant's home?
Where the straight As
and bein' a doctor was all they know
'Cause they come from struggle, work to get a house
And now they workin' double, can't even enjoy it
They lookin' for you to be the one
To graduate and bring the joy up
But if you was me, then you would be the one
To make 'em need a lawyer up
And pay for the court fees
All 'cause a nigga didn't wanna look dorky
Off with a nigga
Four years, that's a four-piece
No peace, no peace, no peace, no peace
No peace, no peace
That's how it sound inside of my mama's head
Stepfather ain't comin' home, he gettin' head
Claimin' he busy, he on a business trip
When really, he with a trick, she suckin'—
I had to let that sink in
'Cause when them days came
It affected the way I see men
I had to let that sink in
'Cause when my mama cried
It affected the way I see revenge
And I ain't even know it but
Everything I did was results of how I was growin' up
And growin' nuts and growin' balls
And goin' nuts and makin' calls
And hangin' up in bitches faces
Running up in people's places

One, two, three (Three) , three, four, five
If a nigga touch me, I'ma—
I'ma shoot like Jordan
I'ma shoot like Jordan, uh
One, two, three, three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
(He was killed right on the corner from his own home)
Jordan
Jordan, 1995

Sharp shooter, play the game
Slam dunk, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch layin' up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
(Shade at us, shade at us, shade at us, shade at us)
They throw shade at us
(Shade at us, shade at us, shade at us, shade at us)
Sharp shooter, play the game
Slam dunk, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch layin' up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
(Shade at us, shade at us, shade at us, shade at us)
They throw shade at us
(Shade at us, shade at us, shade at us, shade at us)
A true product of bad environment