"Hall Of Fame" lyrics
M Huncho & Potter Payper Lyrics
I don't want flowers, I bought like 30 sticks
All these cannabis flowers, I need like 30 bricks
I don't fuck with no clowns, I'm with some certi kids
I'm still Shirley's kid
4 for 35, I mean 36
We was robbing guys, we was burgling
Fried him, had him looking like some curly chips
I don't know dem guys and they ain't worming in
I was there with Muni when they birded him
Wish I was with Reece when they murdered him
I could've saved his life like I saved his brothers
And I can't change your life, but we can change each other's
I grew up in a hell hole, it gave me courage
And it made me stubborn but that's the way in London
In the East of the city breaking thirty sixes
Where you ain't gotta know him but you heard his business
How comes in all the movies they murder snitches?
But in real life your friends will be the first to witness
Yeah
Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain
In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them
All these lights at my show
Lights at my grow
I got fans gotta cater for them
Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Fuck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame
I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans
Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same
Fuck flowers, fuck him, got dings, got guns
And I'm still on drugs and this life's still rough
Pour one out for my friends in mud
Told my daughter every moment
Even thugs need love
I got things on mind, can't speak to loud
Five white no dark
I call that girls aloud
One drug I ain't on, is the drug called "clout"
Fuck your top tens
I got tops in tens
Went from no roof to a topless Benz
Last few years I lost countless friends
You can see these diamonds through these five percent tints
It's like when I go repent they still counting sins
I put a 3.5 in a paper plane
Really helps me take the pain away
I'm still out here chasing paper plans
Pray the people 'round me stay the same
I pray
Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Fuck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame
I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans
Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same
Yeah
Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain
In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them
All these lights at my shows
Lights at my grow
I got fans gotta cater for them
All these cannabis flowers, I need like 30 bricks
I don't fuck with no clowns, I'm with some certi kids
I'm still Shirley's kid
4 for 35, I mean 36
We was robbing guys, we was burgling
Fried him, had him looking like some curly chips
I don't know dem guys and they ain't worming in
I was there with Muni when they birded him
Wish I was with Reece when they murdered him
I could've saved his life like I saved his brothers
And I can't change your life, but we can change each other's
I grew up in a hell hole, it gave me courage
And it made me stubborn but that's the way in London
In the East of the city breaking thirty sixes
Where you ain't gotta know him but you heard his business
How comes in all the movies they murder snitches?
But in real life your friends will be the first to witness
Yeah
Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain
In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them
All these lights at my show
Lights at my grow
I got fans gotta cater for them
Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Fuck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame
I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans
Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same
Fuck flowers, fuck him, got dings, got guns
And I'm still on drugs and this life's still rough
Pour one out for my friends in mud
Told my daughter every moment
Even thugs need love
I got things on mind, can't speak to loud
Five white no dark
I call that girls aloud
One drug I ain't on, is the drug called "clout"
Fuck your top tens
I got tops in tens
Went from no roof to a topless Benz
Last few years I lost countless friends
You can see these diamonds through these five percent tints
It's like when I go repent they still counting sins
I put a 3.5 in a paper plane
Really helps me take the pain away
I'm still out here chasing paper plans
Pray the people 'round me stay the same
I pray
Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Fuck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame
I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans
Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same
Yeah
Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain
In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them
All these lights at my shows
Lights at my grow
I got fans gotta cater for them
