Hall of Fame Songtext
von Swoope

It′s like 3:30, yeah

I been grindin' all day, and all night
Hall of fame, on my mind
Tryna be the greatest of all time
And say it′s all God
Yeah

I been grindin' all day (all day), and all night (and all night)
Hall of fame (hall of fame), on my mind (ooh)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time (all time)
And say it's all God (ooh), that′s all

I been grindin′ all day (all day), and all night (and all night)
Hall of fame (hall of fame), on my mind (ooh)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time (yeah)
And say it's all God (ooh), that′s all
I been grinding all-


I got no time for the nonsense (for the nonsense)
I got GOAT vibes on my conscious
Oh God, I don't mind, if you gon′ give me a label
I ain't here for yo′ pesos, only faithful to Jesús
Now the underdog turned to Cujo, mixed with DMX, grrr
Under God's terms so you know you gon' see him flex, grrr
G-O-A-T, don′t play
Me, no, way, we on, away

Now I don′t juju on the beat, K. Dot, tryna doo doo on your beat
K. West, yeah, I do do all my beats, a PK that'll doo doo all your beats
Take a smash then take a smash on it
80s baby playing Super Smash Brothers
Eatin′ mics like I'm at the last supper
Order Passover, I′ve been passed over
Said I wouldn't pop like a flat soda
So they said, "Forget your God, Christian rap′s over"
Y'all choosin' sides, I′m designin′ the entrée
Oh, you tryin' to get Big, Boi? I′m tryin' to be André
Beyond great, all glory to God name

I been grindin′ all day (all day), and all night (yeah)
Hall of fame (ooh, ooh), on my mind (yeah)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time (all time)
And say it's all God (yeah, yeah)

I been grindin′ all day (all day), and all night (all night)
Hall of fame (hall of fame), on my mind (ooh)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time
And say it's all God (ooh), that's all


I′m not stoppin′ 'til my mama callin′ bruh
Tellin' me she proud of us
Homie sayin′, "Yo, your Twitter follower count is up"
At your show they got they hands up like you say you got a gun
And God is how you got it done
This the God that got a son

And I want the doubters listenin' to this tape sayin′, "How Sway?"
Funny thing is they said I was the one who sound like Kanye
For all the labels they assigned me, give a trophy back
For all the labels wouldn't sign me like a zodiac
I got more drive than a Honda
I got more rhymes than Shonda
Shootin' more shots than Kobe Bryant versus four guys playin′ Contra
′Cause I know my chances of makin' it was Eminem to monk
Did you get it? Slim to nun so

I been grindin′ all day (all day), and all night (and all night)
Hall of fame (hall of fame), on my mind (yeah)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time (yeah)
And say it's all God (ooh), that′s all

I been grindin' all day (all day), and all night (all night)
Hall of fame (hall of fame), on my mind (yeah)
Tryna be the greatest (be the greatest), of all time (yeah)
And say it′s all God, that's all
I been grindin' all-

This a black tie affair
Ooh, this for black love right here
This a Polaroid, with the boys blowin′ up
That we never shoulda made it but we here
This a black tie affair
Ooh, this for black love right here
This a Polaroid, with the boys blowin′ up
That we never shoulda made it but we here