Christ Dillinger - Hall of Fame lyrics

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER] I'm doing a show and they screaming my name I want the money, fu*k the fame I'm sayin' these things that the rappers won't say Me and these rappers we just not the same Iced out watch, no plain Jane fu*kin a b*tch and she screamin' my name I'm not Jason Statham, I can't save the dame I'm not like you ni**as we just not the same Got the Louis V on when I hop off the plane Got a Louis umbrella I walk in the rain Got a beam on the Glock so I don't gotta aim Got some lean in my cup no I don't drink champagne Yes I'm fu*kin that b*tch but I'm not gonna claim Shе gonna let me hit like a fixеd game I'm a wavy ni**a, hall of fame I'm doin' a show and they screaming my name [Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER] Got the double C on when I hop off the plane Got the new Yeezy boots it's for me and my b*tch She caught me cheatin' so I bought her some sh*t I just drank too much lean, I'm takin a sh*t You got triple S's on they ugly as sh*t They said that's your b*tch she said you never hit If she a bad b*tch I'm the first one to hit If a b*tch actin up I'm the first one to ditch Got a big ass blunt between my lips You rap bad, you should quit I wake up in the morning in Louis pajamas Got the Louis V on while I smoke marijuana I wear Louis V while I listen to Donda Told that b*tch put some rap on, I don't burn Nirvana My weed it be green and we brown like Rihanna My wrist it be rocky like I date Rihanna If I had the chance I would still fu*k Rihanna If I had the chance I would fu*k Taylor Swift I fu*k a lot of hoes, Cause God give me a gift You still smokin' cigarettes you need to quit I ain't cuffing no hoe I don't like to commit Though these [?] is rigged Darkies lighten the dope with the end of the wig When she see my new video she double click [Verse 2: Lake Kyle] Wavy ni**a, Louis bag, Rick Owens, different class Double C kicks when I hop out the Jag All of these diamonds, they are not glass Run up on us and we whoopin' your ass She su*kin' my dick and I'm driving real fast I'm breakin' the bank and it don't need a cast Coming in first, not last I'm the boss, no promotion Wavy ni**a like the ocean, Givenchy boys creep with the view Gucci socks with the Gucci shoes Your drip outdated, our drip is new We run it up daily the hottest are blue We takin that dope and that sh*t is real cool Christ in New York and his jacket is blue I'm doin' a show and they screaming my name ni**as is broke [?] to blame Iced out Rollie, no it's not plain I'm fu*kin this b*tch and I don't know her name All of these hoes we don't got her on trains Gucci glasses, Gucci frames Gucci bags when we hop on the plane I think I'm a zombie she giving me brain [Verse 3: Lil Darkie] I'm doin a show and they know what my name is Damn ni**a, I must be famous I smoke marijuana, it leavin' me painless Damn ni**a, I wonder where my brain is I'm in the Louvre I'm looking at paintings Been spendin' so much time looking at bank statements I wanna thank my parents for my greatness I'm not the type to make blank statements I'm not the type to make fake arrangements I'm not the type to entertain lateness I'm not the type I'm sayin what these rappers won't say But they can't say cause they mad fake, what a sad fate Uh, I walk in this b*tch like Bill Gates I'm makin that money it feel great Bought another house like this sh*t Monopoly Hoe I got money, no one is stopping me It feels nice buying another property It feels nice doing business properly It feels nice having no one on top of me It feels nice when she does it sloppily It feels nice in the kind of position I'm in, never go hungry again It feels nice at a hundred and ten percent It feels nice never paying no rent It feel nice ecstasy, all of you, are less than me I'm a wavy ni**a hall of fame (Uh), Spider Gang the best to be [Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER] I'm doing a show and they screaming my name I want the money, fu*k the fame I'm sayin' these things that the rappers won't say Me and these rappers we just not the same Iced out watch, no plain Jane fu*kin a b*tch and she screamin' my name I'm not Jason Statham, I can't save the dame I'm not like you ni**as we just not the same Got the Louis V on when I hop off the plane Got a Louis umbrella I walk in the rain Got a beam on the Glock so I don't gotta aim Got some lean in my cup no I don't drink champagne Yes I'm fu*kin that b*tch but I'm not gonna claim She gonna let me hit like a fixed game I'm a wavy ni**a, hall of fame I'm doin' a show and they screaming my name