Hall of Fame Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah
They do not love me like they use too
But they viewing up a nigga like it's YouTube
Better pick a side, tell me who's who
Always stay connected with my niggas, via Bluetooth
Phone line jumpin' - got the bungee cord
Airplane mode got me diving to the ocean floor
Really, I'm just tryna get they feet wet
The shallow end has got a couple niggas sea sick
The Blunt burning; got some niggas bout to doze off
The rotation got them sleeping on a roll call
Sit up for the action, but they holding off
Now I'ma call the shots like I'm Lonzo Ball
I'ma take them to the racks like a Leprechaun
Westbrook, never changing up
These boys Megatron
Hot shot 'bout to take them down like a pentagon
To the muddy waters like it's Michigan
Boy, you not from 'round here
Play it like an immigrant
Walking in the Hall Of Fame
Waiting for the plane to land
So I got to drive in the lane in my Space Jams
Take a picture, it'll last longer than a face cam
Damn
I must be the man, call me Charles
Slam like Judge Marshall
Everyday is normal, when I move I do sparkle
While I got my niggas right behind like a car pool
Bear with me, they fishing with a harpoon
We could feed plenty
I use to love envy, cause I never had the love in me
Skin crawling, why the hell you keep on bugging me
I'm just tryna keep it chill before I Rest In Peace (Aye)
I'm just tryna eat what's on the recipe
Never let a f*ck nigga know they got the best of me
How bout keep my name out your mouth, I'm a cavity
21 years, and I'm still living savagely
Still play the part, see the cards
Got a king of hearts in my position
This is not the same, this a superstition
The feeling the mutual but why we out here telling lies
If I say the truth, then it's breaking ties
And even though I'm suited for occasion
I could altar the hems
Before I'ms waist deep and patiently waiting
While they counter my sins
The real hometown hero now, I'm in the flesh
Tailor made suit for Obama could only fit the best
I'm feeling bulletproof, nigga
That's Clark Kent in side of Young Dolph van
My timing was well spent
Without the 100 shots
Sent to the head like binge drinking
This a lot for me to get off my mind, I been thinking
Of the overtime, I could put in to take you niggas off
And let you burn while you bottled up, that's a Molotov
Send the dogs, but call them off in this atmosphere
Send my condolences for souvenirs, thank you