Jordan Year

Bad JuJu
This my Jordan Year
Damn wish my bro was here

Big city
But it be feeling like it's no one here
If you can catch my drift
But you don't need nobody else
You become what you call yourself
Don't tip the scale
You know me very well
New man in the NFL
I'm more like TRL
Just know the grind is real
I'm still hungry as hell
They keep saying don't change
But we getting grown as hell
But this my Jordan year
Whew
Pops got a Bonneville
Dad had a Cadillac Deville
He gave it to me in his will
Probably not the brightest idea
Cuz it's been six seven years
And I ain't did nothing to it still
Ma can't believe it's for sale
I don't know but you can't keep it here
Fuck
Dj Peek

Been trying to broker a deal
Bad JuJu



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Harris
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