Swoope - Hall of Fame lyrics

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

I got no time 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
80's 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 entree
Oh, you tryin' to get Big
Boi? Well I'm tryin' to be André
Beyond great, all glory to God name

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, and all night
Hall of fame, on my mind
Tryna be the greatest, of all time
And say it's all God, 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, and all night
Hall of fame, on my mind
Tryna be the greatest, of all time
And say it's all God, that's all
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, 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