IDK - 1995

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 the road
What's love? I say, "IDK," that mean I don't know
In this case, barely 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

Have you ever been to an immigrant's home?
Where the straight A's 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
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, more peace, no peace, more peace, no peace, more 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, four, five
If a nigga touch me, I'm
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 around 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
They throw 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
They throw shade at us
Came a long way from the backyard, yeah

A true product of bad environment

Written by:
Jason Mills

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