Hall of Fame Lyrics

Woo, woo!

I'm like a young McGregor in his prime

Sayin' fuck the whole world I'm just worried about mine

Ya'll got problems, I got's 99's

But a bitch ain't one son, my shorty a dime, ugh

And she ride with me

Stay fly with me

In the sky with me

Shorty get high with me

Mile high club

On the way to pipe city

And if my plane go down, she goin' down with me, ugh

We livin' life to the max now

Don't give a fuck if my credit card maxed out

Hit the gas now, and pay the tab later

Cuz I'm a bag chaser born to be a cash cow

Where they at now

Said where they at now

All them haters that was floating in the background

And all them shorty's that was dubbin' me in class

Now it's funny how they see me and they don't know how to act now

We the greatest

I'm feelin' gracious

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the Hall of Fame

We the greatest

I'm feelin' gracious

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the Hall of Fame

God shit

Boss shit

Seen a line in the sand and I crossed it

Cuz ain't frontin' I was stuck up in the cross winds

Till the game threw a life line and I mossed it

Hatin' ass niggas sayin' horseshit

Cuz now I'm drinkin' fine wine with with my boss bitch

She got big brown eyes I get lost in

And nice round booty man she gorgeous

She need a fat ring

I need a Porsche

And I don't ever want to ask what it cost us

Forbes List, ballers

And bars so good my nigga we need lawyers

This the life that everybody dream about

The type of life you put your moms in her dream house

Penthouse in the 305, to get wild

We gon' bring the whole mother fucking team south

We the greatest,

I'm feelin' gracious,

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the Hall of Fame

We the greatest

I'm feelin' gracious

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the Hall of Fame

No I ain't made it yet but shit I came a long way

From quarter water sippin' in them pissy hallways

Mama did what she could, but now it's all gravy

Knowing you good hands now mama we All State

And it's all great

Yeah it's all good

Remember we was bringin' bottles to the store cuz

We ain't had two pennies to scrape

And now a hundred dollars lookin' like a penny to me, haha

I'm exhausted

From all this rawness

Who else you know put they soul up in up the mosh pit

And came back with a floss pick

Cuz I been eating up these rappers like some dog shit hahahaha

They like nigga you eat dog shit

Nah, but I say what the fuck I want bitch

What you mother fuckers know about that

Keep that P-C shit over there this real Don shit

We the greatest

I'm feelin' gracious

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the Hall of Fame

We the greatest

I'm feelin' gracious

Knowing that I really made it out the basement

So leave space we got a wall to claim

We gon' make it to the mother fucking Hall of Fame, yeah

We ain't saying that just to say that boy

We really believe that

It's Don baby