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ang p – sadderday lyrics

[verse 1: ang p]
mister jordan, mister jordan are you aware that the/ that the, that the shoes that you sportin’/ ain’t your shoes anymore man?/ more than when you wore them/ ‘cuz they were always on his father’s feet when he saw them/ seen a kid last week, keepin’ the heat like he warrin’/ and you ask ‘em why the heat, he said to keep these clean 4’s man/ families can’t afford them, randomly get a call then they like, how the f-ck we gonna get these air jordans?/ wake at 5 to wait in line when claiming mine no wasting times/ 10’s, 11’s, 8’s and 9’s, same design, same design/ claiming lives, claiming lives, but nothing can replace the high/ when you get a fresh pair and a b-tch go and say you fly/ we all on instagram flexing, listenin’ to nike talk wondering what’s the next one/ then they go and wait to drop, if the public say it’s hot/ then they gonna cop but they not if they say it’s not/

[hook]
i just wanna, i just wanna be like mike/ man, i just wanna be like mike/ from the shoes to the game to the fame to my name in lights/ man, i just wanna be like mike/ i just wanna be like mike/ (2x)

[verse 2: ang p]
started out all i wanted was some 1’s/ then they went and dropped the black ones with the gums/ we used to bust cap guns just for fun/ but now we quick to bust caps like run n-gga run/ give me them funds, give me the chain, give me them kicks you rockin’/ ain’t got time for bullsh-ttin, it’s a ticking clock, hit them pockets, chips and wallets/ do it while your b-tch is watching, different options na na/ at this rate you’ll be lucky to see manana/ this is how it happens on any blocka that i’m on/ pop up hear that glocka pop and then i’m gone/ i don’t wanna do it but i do want it so i’m torn/ and any of these fools wanna bring they unit then i’m warrin’/ all for the love of the jump man, leave a n-gga bleeding with some holes and some lumps fam/ i’m a good dude on one hand, but on the other hand/ i be thinking like f-ck them/ lets run them/

[hook]

[verse 3: ang p]
you just a man, man i’m just a man too/ selling all these d-mns shoes/ the only difference is, is i did everything i had to and so much more/ so many thing i didn’t have to, know what dog/? how many rings do i have duke?/ sh-t i lost my dad too/ getting cut in high school wonder why the bad att-tude/ shoe game, the flu game is something that had to do/ pippen was my right hand, rodman was a savage too/ but ask them n-ggas if they didn’t have mj/ they ain’t getting nothing finger waving dikembe/ ballin’ won’t last forever i need a brand name/ tongue stickin’ out, my logo up in your man cave/ try to point the finger at me, you do the d-mn same/ blood, sweat and tears in the paint i demand fame/ keep another black man down what a d-mn shame/ i’m the american dream, f-ck a d-mn game/

[hook]

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