Hall of Fame
[Verse 1: Samuel Shabazz]
Aye, how you feeling face?
Niggas ran away from home, ran from the dealin phase, started rappin' tryna stack on onna million, Ray
Never knew he had to live amongst the million fakes

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
And honestly I can’t feel my face, money motivate, money come with hate, let her ride in the stars she not in the wraith
I can't pass a piss test I been sippin drank
Damn bitch is you crazy why you keep callin me
She ain't on one she can’t get all of me
Don't come with no pape if you don't got all of it
Mind state George Bush I'm tryna get the oil, yeah
What the fuck you sippin, nigga? Put some more in that
I can't tell you 'bout the mall man I had to order that
Two K's Key and Kell you know I want all of that
Tell you how to lead the game ima fuckin quarter back

[Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz]
One thing I can neva do is ague the truth, I'll break it down for
You, but it’s harder than school, need a hublo and a two door and a harley ah do, If I let you niggas tell it I’ll be partly the fool
Niggas turnt they back on us the was part of the crews, when he turnt his back on us I won't hardly confused, neva turn my back on
You that was part of the rules, the world will be fucked up if I did what you do
[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
I got lots of Ravioli I got that from the crew I got racks, yeah they on me she jumped right in the mood I stood by the deep end then jumped right in the pool I can still pull to the trenches day n night with the crew, you gotta mix the soda, throw it back play my song they holdin back I was broke man I swear I hated that, ain’t goin back she was bad, but that ain't shit cut her off no goin back

[Verse 5: Veeze]
Monkey on my back, cause I been trappin in BAPE
Send a life guard yo bitch got caught in the wave ion smile alot the clip gotta smirk on the Kay don't compare me to these niggas that's a smack in the face been doin this since back in the day ion know nun bout basic, same lil bitch, you fuckin right wanna fuck me think I made, all these niggas they are my sons I kill they ass like cable, yeah we write on paper work, but nigga it ain’t no statment, I show ah nigga how to dress the white girl up I ain't the Wayans I hit Bombooclat with 30 shots like I'm Jamaican, who ya'll niggas we got choppas on us, Wavy Navy