conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Michael Jordan with the following description: “Michael Jordan” is the seventh track on the Overly Dedicated mixtape. It was released as a single on September 14, 2010, seven days before the project dropped on September 23. This date coincides with the “two-three” wordplay found in the chorus, which refers to Michael Jordan’s famous jersey number.
  
  Top Dawg Entertainment eventually released a music video for the song. This was the first significant step toward mainstream exposure since Kendrick’s previous project, 2009’s The Kendrick Lamar EP. It’s likely that he decided to publicize encouraging remarks made by Lil Wayne following the promotion of Jay Rock’s 2008 single “All My Life (In the Ghetto)”—the original version featured a young K. Dot, and he also appeared in the music video, although his verse was absent. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Alori Joh]
  I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan
  Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Ugh, every time I’m in my city, I be acting like my shit don’t stink
  Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
  Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair
  Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here
  And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
  [Break: Kendrick Lamar]
  Michael Jordan
  Bounce-bounce, ho
  Bounce-bounce
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
  Or fuck my enemy's bitch, acting bad and getting rich
  Pull up on them twenty-sixes, 
  I’m a vanity slave
  I’m a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways
  I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me
  And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
  I’m a Comp-town representer, a concrete back-flipper
  A.K.A "that nigga," don't wuwwy!
  I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me
  And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
  This is HiiiPower, since the Eddie Bauer, I been popular
  I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
  You jocking her, let her be a ho, why you stopping, though?
  We stopping the traffic, what you know 'bout them hockey pucks?
  Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em
  Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming
  I don’t know why your bitch wanna fuck me
  I don’t know why (Hey, wait a minute, motherfucker) [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink
  Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
  Ridin' 'round with niggas that I grew up with since McNair
  Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here
  And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  That means I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?
  The only thing I did wrong was make it possible
  I diddy bop and make them titties pop
  Out there on my bumper like a city cop
  Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it
  Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it (Aye)
  Pussy crazy, pussy crazy
  You fuck niggas, you pussies crazy
  Man, I know I can’t tell you about the world, homie
  But I know I can tell you about your girl, homie
  Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy
  I fucked, nigga—I know you hate me
  I know they pay me too much of attention
  Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
  I need me an engine that go real fast
  Call it "hall of fame" once it haul ass
  Give me tall glass, Coconut Cîroc
  Please, no soda pop, I make my solo pop
  Life’s a bitch, her pussy crazy
  But I make that pussy pay me [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink
  Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
  Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair
  Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here
  And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  That means I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that—
  [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
  I remember tripping, walking through the set, like, "My Glock don’t think"
  Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink
  I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me
  And I don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
  I’m from Hoover, man, high as Superman—shit, you Lois Lane
  You pussy, man; with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain
  We popping the fortune, not the fame; shit, you backwards, man
  You chasing hoes, we replacing those—bag and pass them hoes
  Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
  We fucked her, homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong
  You know I’m gon' turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?
  My paper long, yep, you left alone, y-y-you gets no fucks
  Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
  Told me Mary was a go, so we passed her 'round and 'round
  Your bitch texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock her down
  Hurt her, bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth
  You let it slide, I hit home runs, clean her dugout 'til I’m done
  I can be her number two, and you can be her number one
  Her pussy crazy, her pussy crazy
  You fuck niggas! [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Every time I’m in my city, I be feeling like my shit don’t stink
  Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
  Riding around with niggas that I grew up with since McNair
  Bumpin' "Me Against the World"—hello, world, Kendrick here
  And I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  Michael Jordan, bitch, Michael Jordan, bitch
  That means I’m too much for these niggas, I’m three much for these hoes
  Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes