Hall Of Fame (feat. Samuel Shabazz & Veeze)

Aye, how you feeling face?
Niggas ran away from home, ran from the dealin' phase
Started rappin' tryna stack on onna million, ray
Never knew he had to live amongst the million fakes

And honestly I can’t feel my face, money motivate
Money come with hate, let her ride in the stars she not in the wraith
I can't pass a piss test I been sippin' drank
Damn bitch is you crazy why you keep callin' me
She ain't on one she can’t get all of me
Don't come with no pape if you don't got all of it
Mind state george bush I'm tryna get the oil, yeah
What the fuck you sippin', nigga? Put some more in that
I can't tell you 'bout the mall man I had to order that
Two k's key and kell you know I want all of that
Tell you how to lead the game I'ma fuckin' quarter back

One thing I can neva do is ague the truth, I'll break it down for
You, but it’s harder than school
Need a hublo and a two door and a Harley ah do
If I let you niggas tell it I’ll be partly the fool
Niggas turnt they back on us the was part of the crews
When he turnt his back on us I won't hardly confused, neva turn my back on
You that was part of the rules, the world will be fucked up if I did what you do

I got lots of ravioli I got that from the crew I got racks
Yeah they on me she jumped right in the mood
I stood by the deep end then jumped right in the pool
I can still pull to the trenches day n night with the crew
You gotta mix the soda, throw it back play my song
They holdin' back I was broke man I swear I hated that
Ain’t goin' back she was bad, but that ain't shit cut her off no goin' back

Monkey on my back, cause I been trappin' in bape
Send a life guard yo bitch got caught in the wave
Ion smile a lot the clip gotta smirk on the kay
Don't compare me to these niggas that's a smack in the face
Been doin' this since back in the day ion know nun bout basic
Same lil bitch, you fuckin' right wanna fuck me think I made
All these niggas they are my sons I kill they ass like cable
Yeah we write on paper work, but nigga it ain’t no statement
I show ah nigga how to dress the white girl up
I ain't the wayans I hit bombooclat with 30 shots
Like I'm Jamaican, who y'all niggas we got choppas on us, wavy navy