[Verse: Vic Sage]
I feel like–
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
Mike Jordan (Aye)
Give me the rock and I'm scoring, aye
Came from the bottom that's foreign
I swear that I'm up before the sun in the morning, uh
Aye, I gotta flex
I need the Nike bag, gimme the checks
I need the money and power respect
But I promise I'm repping the O till the death, aye uh
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
I told 'em this ain't a game, uh
402 we rep the gang, nah