Huey King - Hall of Fame

If these niggas say I ain't hall of fame they fasho just capalot
Remember hiding cheese from my momma just so she don't be asking me where I got it
Told you that I had yo back forever then you put the knife right through mine
Just a young nigga sticking to the cash something like the white on rice
I told her she the type of shit that I'm into
She hop on and ride me like I do instrumentals
Real estate in the A not to mention
Real ones leave rip Mauri Stenson
Push to start no key in the ignition
Low key the coldest artist that you ever done listened to
But u won't won't admit it though
This so raven turned his vision to a show
They all watching me from home
Either that or pull up to my shows
Either way I'm the man and you know it
Carried myself as a brand I was growing whole time I was shining and ain't even know it
Cold water cuz we missing the payments my toes was frozen
Now a nigga just row the boat how it really be blessings overflowing
I know they really don't know my story
Appreciate the ups and downs I enjoyed em
Do em dirt ball and leave em in soil
I can go harder than this I ain't joking
I can go farther than them when I focus
Spit like retarded but he so outspoken
Damn this beat hard that's the reason I chose it
Can't be no follower leader like Moses
If these niggas say I ain't hall of fame they fasho just capalot
Remember hiding cheese from my momma just so she don't be asking me where I got it
Told you that I had yo back forever then you put the knife right through mine
Just a young nigga sticking to the cash something like the white on rice
She just want the fame
She just want fortune
But wishing she stayed when I was down lower
I been elevating just like a roller coaster
But this time we can't switch the direction that we going in
Who'd a thought his flow a get sold cold like this
Mud made born in the A but he a Toledo boy for real
I'm just trying to show em who we is to the world
But still trying to teach the kids it's more to this shit than
The cars the sex and the fancy pearls
When you walk in the crib take your shoes off
I can't fuck with niggas cuz they too soft
In LA take the top of the coupe off
It's ok left my bitch got some new broads
If I touch it fuck it I can't do wrong
I recorded this shit with a few other songs
But all of em came straight from Houston
If these niggas say I ain't hall of fame they fasho just capalot
Remember hiding cheese from my momma just so she don't be asking me where I got it
Told you that I had your back forever then you put the knife right through mine
Just a young nigga sticking to cash something like the white on rice

Written by:
Houston King

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