"Scott Hall" lyrics
Hard work pays off
Yeah
Dreams come true
Bad times don't last
Yeah
But bad guys do
They don't wan' see a nigga win
They don't know how far a nigga been
They want me sittin' on the shelf like a pickled pig
Yeah, instead, I went golden without the middleman
And I got it all out the dirt like a hidden gem
I put on a little weight, it's time to hit the gym
Bank account like a candy jar, it's full of M&M's
You can't see the bigger picture, need to clean your lens
My only brother died, please don't ever call me twin
We not any kin, I don't recognize you
We not from the same cloth, I'm a special fiber
I hate to have to bust a nigga bubble
But we shootin' and there ain't no hoopin' gear inside my duffel
Got a chip on my shoulder big as a bag of Ruffles
And I want all the smoke with the smoke in my puffer
The world ain't give me jack shit, I had to hustle
My only motivation was watchin' my folks suffer
I rose from out the gutter, some of us went down the drain
Even the scars that healed still hurt when it rain
Still havin' nightmares of 1207 James
Pif told me, "Go and kill it," I can't let him die in vain
Gotta get us by, gotta see it through even with misty eyes
Suckers tryna reel me in, I got bigger fish to fry
Lost so many people that I didn't get to kiss goodbye
It's hard to see each other's point of view, we on two different sides
Everyone's in need, but there's only one of me
And I gotta make sure I'm waterin' the money tree
Here's a lesson that I learned sufferin' defeat
Everybody gon' stand by you when you on your feet
You won't find no helpin' hands when you on your knees
'Cause when a nigga down and out, it's just somethin' to see
They got they phones out, they wanna stand and watch
Your perseverance is the only true friend you got
They don't wan' see a nigga win
The way I ball, they should call me on ESPN
I'm in the league without ever puttin' a bucket in
I'm 5'8", baby, I can't even touch the rim
But I'm gettin' paid like a nigga jumpin' out the gym
Not quite Ja Morant, more like Vince Williams
Other words, I get the millions, but I'm too cold to be chillin'
And I'm more than satisfied to be the villain
Long live Pif
Yeah
Dreams come true
Bad times don't last
Yeah
But bad guys do
They don't wan' see a nigga win
They don't know how far a nigga been
They want me sittin' on the shelf like a pickled pig
Yeah, instead, I went golden without the middleman
And I got it all out the dirt like a hidden gem
I put on a little weight, it's time to hit the gym
Bank account like a candy jar, it's full of M&M's
You can't see the bigger picture, need to clean your lens
My only brother died, please don't ever call me twin
We not any kin, I don't recognize you
We not from the same cloth, I'm a special fiber
I hate to have to bust a nigga bubble
But we shootin' and there ain't no hoopin' gear inside my duffel
Got a chip on my shoulder big as a bag of Ruffles
And I want all the smoke with the smoke in my puffer
The world ain't give me jack shit, I had to hustle
My only motivation was watchin' my folks suffer
I rose from out the gutter, some of us went down the drain
Even the scars that healed still hurt when it rain
Still havin' nightmares of 1207 James
Pif told me, "Go and kill it," I can't let him die in vain
Gotta get us by, gotta see it through even with misty eyes
Suckers tryna reel me in, I got bigger fish to fry
Lost so many people that I didn't get to kiss goodbye
It's hard to see each other's point of view, we on two different sides
Everyone's in need, but there's only one of me
And I gotta make sure I'm waterin' the money tree
Here's a lesson that I learned sufferin' defeat
Everybody gon' stand by you when you on your feet
You won't find no helpin' hands when you on your knees
'Cause when a nigga down and out, it's just somethin' to see
They got they phones out, they wanna stand and watch
Your perseverance is the only true friend you got
They don't wan' see a nigga win
The way I ball, they should call me on ESPN
I'm in the league without ever puttin' a bucket in
I'm 5'8", baby, I can't even touch the rim
But I'm gettin' paid like a nigga jumpin' out the gym
Not quite Ja Morant, more like Vince Williams
Other words, I get the millions, but I'm too cold to be chillin'
And I'm more than satisfied to be the villain
Long live Pif
