Jaryn Satterfield – Hall Of Fame lyrics

[Intro: Jaryn Satterfield]
Up in the Hall of Fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make (mumbles)

[Intro Chorus: Jaryn Satterfield]
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame

[Verse 1: Jaryn Satterfield]
I wake up every day thinking how I’m going to get it
Whether it be rapping or producing
I wanna stack them riches
Got your main bitch with my name on her draws
When I grow up I want my name on a wall
Feeling like I’m Karl Malone
Naptown nigga
LA where I belong
Real life soldier bitch I’m army strong
Get to beating on that pussy like a nigga ray rice
Bad bitches on me like white on rice
And you know
They digging for gold
Got to get it and go
When you a hall of famer
It's a no brainer
Ain't no time to be a captain
Saving hoes that’s pussy clapping

[Filler: Jaryn Satterfield]
Ain't no time Ain't no time Ain't no time Ain't no time
Ain't no time Ain't no time when you a hall of famer

[Chorus: Jaryn Satterfield]
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame

[Verse 2: FreshDuzIt]
Nigga want beef
Tell the lil nigga pull up
Take it to the street
Leave em hanging like a pull up
Niggas talking loud have his right-hand mute em
Put his ass in check said fuck it just do it
I’m a nappy nigga on my way to Cali
Lay another round rich .. like Bali
Young Rich nigga would a thought I was a D-boy
Dusty lame nigga them trues you got on a decoy
When you off the net your respect get void
Talking all the shit bet your ass get noid
Nigga two phones would a thought I had a hotline
One for the money
Other phone for the thotline
Chain on the dresser lying next to the hammer
Scale in the kitchen lying next to the scanner
Case them boys pull up
Catch they ass on the camera
So much money in my backpack ain't no room for a planner
Circle full of real ain't no room for no scammers
Circle full of bosses ain't no room for no ranchers
I’m a go getter baby
I’m a hot boy baby
Bag life muthafucka ain't no room to be lazy

[Chorus: Jaryn Satterfield]
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame
I wanna be up in the hall of fame
If I don't make it I’m the one to blame