Trap Hall of Fame

Lyrics

[Intro] Reese Forte [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face [Verse 1: Jayway Sosa] Life sentence to a kingpin, so my dogs tryna stay out the way (Stay out the way) And you know how niggas be gettin' when they envy The first nigga play, I'ma take off his face Street religion, I'ma pray with the chopper And give all my bullets to faith (I pray) This a whole 'nother story, now odds against you You rockin' this ice just to cover the pain And they tried to put that injunction against us Done labeled this shit that we started a gang Most of these niggas just settle for fame Shootout with the opps, that lil' nigga a stain, yeah (Brrt) Yeah, and my vows to the fam is I'll never change Yeah, they takin', gave all my partner that time And we had to charge all that shit to the game And not to mention We lost Tone and E, all to the same occasion Ridin' out on a fuck nigga, time to leave his ass on the pavement (Boom) Same year when we lost Watts, had me thinkin' God pickin' favorites (Why?) Givin' up tryna talk to 'em, man, I think the devil tryna take us [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] Bricks goin' for the twenty-one Made nine, so that's thirty, though Glock .40 hold fifteen Upgraded to the thirty, though Move smooth when I got it on me 'Cause that motherfucker dirty, though Coke stepped on too much Reason why you got a bloody nose Tap dance, Savion Glover Clone a brick, now he got a brother Trap house full of drug workers Sellin' Off-White like Virgil No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Hungry Jewish lawyer for the case, fifty racks on the not guilty Strapped up, nigga, I ain't lackin' Bad bitch ridin' with a package Takin' trips on the Greyhound Got rich sellin' breakdown, bitch [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face No religion for a drug lord, life sentence for a kingpin Put me in the trap hall of fame, MJ, six rings then Makin' plays like Phil Jackson, feds wanna bring the team in Got a Jewish lawyer for the case, hungry chopper, it'll eat your face, yeah