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Hall of Fame Video (MV)




Performed By: omaritko
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Brooklyn Butler




omaritko - Hall of Fame Lyrics




They don't know my name, but f*ck it
I'm headed to Canton
I'm feelin' like Hall of Fame
They don't know my name, but f*ck it
Nah, I never needed them, nah
I don't need the fame
They don't know my name, they be hatin'
Nah, they ain't relating
Yeah, most of these niggas lame
They don't know my name, but f*ck em'
As long as I'm chillin', as long as I'm gettin' paid

I feel like I deserve the whole page
No, I can't move at my old pace
Thankful that I'm out my hoe phase
24 feelin' like old age, uh
Rollin' in the whip, no roll cage
Remember back then when I took my dosage uh Now I just sip and I smoke shit
Got a lil' smoke, turn the smoke to some motio
Flip a lil' more, get some more shit
Drip till you drown, nigga, just like the ocean does
Try to stay away from the potion
Yeah, it's takin' out all my emotion
Thrashin through all the commotion
I find my peace when I'm lifted and coastin', uh

Braggadocious but I'm backing my shit
Feel like Elon, how I'm blasted as shit
You a peon, they be blasting my hits
Blastoise with the water, I drip
My choice, yeah, I'm choosin' the clique
Big blick hangin' off of the hip
I ain't flexin', don't get buff with me, bitch
Lethal weapon get to clutching the clip

You f*ck with my baby, I find where you live
This life that we live, no you can't go pretend
You made a lil' money, well make it again
You learn how to save or you keep gettin' bent
I'm blowin' my money, I'm smokin' my rent
I keep tryna change, but I think that I'm spent
Can't change up the past
Better claim what you did
The way that you act, just the way that you is

I really just live for the days
When we hop on the stage
And I motherf*ckin' rage in this bitch
I just keep goin', I'm cashing the passion
I'm runnin' the bands, need a hundred real quick
I keep a stick like we huntin'
We kill em' no Russian
My niggas was made for this shit
Started off soft then I hardened
I'm feelin' like Harden
No chance you could guard him like, uh
Bitch, we keep winning regardless
Was makin' me heartless from all of them losses, I Couldn't decide what I want
But I like it, I see it, I want it, I need it, I buy it, like Pockets too fat, need a diet
I'm smokin' on loud, nah, I can't keep it quiet, I
I was shakin' em' up and the process is makin' em' salty, ain't talkin' bout iodine
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They don't know my name, but f*ck it
I'm headed to Canton
I'm feelin' like Hall of Fame
They don't know my name, but f*ck it
Nah, I never needed them, nah
I don't need the fame
They don't know my name, they be hatin'
Nah, they ain't relating
Yeah, most of these niggas lame
They don't know my name, but f*ck em'
As long as I'm chillin', as long as I'm gettin' paid

I feel like I deserve the whole page
No, I can't move at my old pace
Thankful that I'm out my hoe phase
24 feelin' like old age, uh
Rollin' in the whip, no roll cage
Remember back then when I took my dosage uh Now I just sip and I smoke shit
Got a lil' smoke, turn the smoke to some motio
Flip a lil' more, get some more shit
Drip till you drown, nigga, just like the ocean does
Try to stay away from the potion
Yeah, it's takin' out all my emotion
Thrashin through all the commotion
I find my peace when I'm lifted and coastin', uh

Braggadocious but I'm backing my shit
Feel like Elon, how I'm blasted as shit
You a peon, they be blasting my hits
Blastoise with the water, I drip
My choice, yeah, I'm choosin' the clique
Big blick hangin' off of the hip
I ain't flexin', don't get buff with me, bitch
Lethal weapon get to clutching the clip

You f*ck with my baby, I find where you live
This life that we live, no you can't go pretend
You made a lil' money, well make it again
You learn how to save or you keep gettin' bent
I'm blowin' my money, I'm smokin' my rent
I keep tryna change, but I think that I'm spent
Can't change up the past
Better claim what you did
The way that you act, just the way that you is

I really just live for the days
When we hop on the stage
And I motherf*ckin' rage in this bitch
I just keep goin', I'm cashing the passion
I'm runnin' the bands, need a hundred real quick
I keep a stick like we huntin'
We kill em' no Russian
My niggas was made for this shit
Started off soft then I hardened
I'm feelin' like Harden
No chance you could guard him like, uh
Bitch, we keep winning regardless
Was makin' me heartless from all of them losses, I Couldn't decide what I want
But I like it, I see it, I want it, I need it, I buy it, like Pockets too fat, need a diet
I'm smokin' on loud, nah, I can't keep it quiet, I
I was shakin' em' up and the process is makin' em' salty, ain't talkin' bout iodine
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Writer: Brooklyn Butler
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