The Don P - Hall of Fame

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

Written by:
Brandon Porro

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