Hall of Fame
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 ima 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 alot 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 statment, 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 ya'll
Niggas we got choppas on us, wavy Navy