Hall of Fame

That's Chucks

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 others

I grew up in a hell hole, it gavе me courage

And it made mе 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 shows

Lights at my grows

I got fans gotta cater for them

Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain

Fuck flowers, I sold 'caine 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 too 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 tents

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 there's still countless sins

I put a 3.5 in a paper plane

Really hope it takes 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 'caine 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 grows

I got fans gotta cater for them