H.O.F (Hall of Fame)

And I be doing what you can't
You know I'm the man nigga
You know that you ain't
Streets raised me
Fuck what a nigga think
You be doing what you can
I be doing what you can't
You know I'm the man nigga
You know that you ain't
And the streets made me
Fuck what a nigga think
And the same niggas raised me
Ran off in them banks

Same nigga raised you
I heard that he a bitch
And a statement
What he gave too
I heard that he a snitch
Nigga quarterbacking
We gone put him in a blitz
Soon as we catch a nigga lacking
We gone put him in a ditch
We got Glock's, sticks
We got mops, we got bricks
Fuck the cops we don't switch
Fuck the opp's we don't mix
Scoping and I'm poking
Watch a nigga die smoking
One chopper heart stopper
Bust a nigga wide open
Like a drummer how I'm drumming
You know how I'm coming
Face eraser paper chaser
Yeah you know how I'm running
Lost key the mob yeah
They know we 100
Them choppers do the job yeah
But they don't know who done it
It ain't over, thought I told ya
It get wicked in my city
You ain't a soldier
You can't even kick it in my city
Get caught without ya gun
that's a ticket in my city
Wanna get ya done
Somebody in ya click will get ya fitted (Naw)

You be doing what you can
I be doing what you can't
You know I'm the man nigga
You know that you ain't
And the streets made me
Fuck what a nigga think
And the same niggas raised
Me, ran off in them banks
Same nigga raised you
I heard that he a pussy
I'm in the hall of fame
Lil nigga you a rookie
Stayed true to the game
Look at where it took me
I'm in the hall of fame
People used to overlook me
(Naw)

When I hit the block fresh
If my name on her chest
Hit a nigga through his vest
Shit you should know the rest
Shine in the dark
Got a bullet by my heart
Been a grinder from the start
Shit you should know I'm blessed
Change the address
And I'm still the same nigga
Change how you dress
And you still a lame nigga
Came just to flex
I be with the gang nigga
I ain't lying, i'ma lion
I'm too hard to tame nigga
Fuck fame nigga
I just really want a mill
They just entertain nigga
And this really how we live
I'm from 6co
All we know is get dough
Put a tag on ya big toe
What it's hitting for
Put my jersey on the wall
Bitch you heard me I'ma dog
You get dirty we get dirty
We ain't worried not at all
I'ma show you how to ball
In the hall of fame
Like that nigga Craig daddy
I got all the game (Naw)

You be doing what you can
I be doing what you can't
You know I'm the man nigga
You know that you ain't
And the streets made me
Fuck what a nigga think
And the same niggas raised me
Ran off in them banks
Same nigga raised you
I heard that he a pussy
I'm in the hall of fame
Lil nigga you a rookie
Stayed true to the game
Look at where it took me
I'm in the hall of fame
People used to overlook me
(Naw)



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Writer(s): Samuel Bunch
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