Taz Taylor - Michael Jordan lyrics

[Intro] You know why I respect you Michael? Because you always prove them wrong When the said you couldn't play defense; you won defensive player of the year When they said you were a ball hog; you became Chicago's all time a**ist leader When they said you couldn't win a championship; you gave them six Then they said there will never be anyone better than you, ever But with all due respect they are about to be proved wrong again [Hook: Alex Jordahl] Light it up and let them paper planes fly, now the crowd all eyes When I walk into the room, I am the one that they admire But these hater motherf**ers gonna despise Light it up and let them paper planes fly, now the crowd all eyes When I walk into the room, I am the one that they admire But these hater motherf**ers gonna despise [Verse 1: Alex Jordahl] Turn me up, instead they turn me down Started local and my buzz is really growing now I've been working, mixtape after mixtape Kept em all locked behind my bars like inmates, yeah sh** I am trying to build a legacy Couple of people hating but that is probably because of jealousy Riding through the city middle finger to my enemies Top off on a coupe, something like Kennedy Yeah I got them roof top visions, from the bottom to the top Man its such a transition, happened overnight Now my clothing all overpriced Left a couple fakes out of my circle, now I know its right Yeah, I put my all into my music went from wearing Joey's hand me downs to everything exclusive Man I ain't saying that to stunt, I worked til I go it To my team we gotta get it, I ain't got no other options, come on [Hook] Started with the zeroes, tryna make Now-a-days you will find me doing shows with my heroes I ain't want to brag, but I sh**ted on my doubters Now I go connections so they treat me like a router But I cut em off, swear their friendship doesn't sound right They hungry for my thoughts so I blessed them with a sound bite Picking up the finest girls because every night is prom night Their man looking sour because they see me in the lime light Yeah, because they see me in the lime light I ain't tripping, I am just waiting till my time's right I count the seconds, people told time was money And all my enemies transform to my buddies but its nothing Man I see right through their fake sh** My town got my back I am spreading all around the nation Hard to keep your patience when you busy chasing payments And I ain't gonna stop til my top and me is adjacent [Hook] [Outro : Neil Funk] Michael against Russell, 12 seconds...11...10 Jordan, Jordan, a drive, hangs...fires...SCORES! HE SCORES! The Bulls lead 87-86 with five and two-tenths left, and now they're one stop away! Oh my goodness...oh, my goodness!