hall of fame - nuel lyrics
(verse 1)
nights like these where i listen to lights please and stay wondering will the music ever find me? sit back hear all the greats tell their stories and feel as if to me their hearts be pouring,hearing your problems be like my own reminds of the people i should have told
gets difficult to speak out these days cause you have all hope then no one gives a f*ck then it fades,still only a youngin on his come up so i can get the f*ck out of the place where i fear to be outside but let me stop
i think too critically to believe in that,should be more worried to finally hop out the back and lead the front,only way i can make it
when i pull up to the mic i feel like the motnerf*ckin man,get that confidence to make a sick ass song,the only way that i can
telling myself “yeah i know i am” ain’t no doubt about it
this sh*t sound like to the intro to a album
matter a fact more like the entire concept
[hook]
thank you all for showing me the ways
teaching me the only way, to the point where i
was the coach that didn’t play, that was until i turned and saw that hall of fame
thank you all for showing me the ways
teaching me the only way, to the point where i
was the coach that didn’t play, that was until i turned and saw that hall of fame
(verse 2)
day and night i dream to be part of the dream
i feel like i got the sk!ll to be on ville look at the pictures on my walls as i stand still,young one, but not a little whatever rapper, we not the same, we came from a different batter, you not talking to you talking at, chittering chattering, you can’t escape that box you put in, but i pray that you find the footing to be in a happy direction, like i did, and that was to be the “put it in a rhyme kid”
i’m the newest to pop up on the scene going wild on the style like j.cole when he hit up la leakers with a mean demeanor and this how i came up with it,go like this, little manny was just in middle school, looking for some sh*t to do, watching rap interviews wanting a inner view onto hip hop, he popped*up into his notebook gave it a better look, saw the emptiness, filled it up, but still hungry, i guess i’m writing forever more, everyone acting all surprised hearing me spit, nah ya’ll was just less informed, of what i could and my potential to be detrimental on the pencil, good kid maad city how we jay rocking, hearing the next pop, like stop and put your motherf*cking hands in the air, to this kick and the snare, smooth moving like the heir of the fresh prince of belair, tell me, what is the business, never been there, never had that, never been, how im feeling like whoah, you already, trying to get to point where im at mastros, now go listen back to double, quadruple check everything i just said cause i know d*mn well my rhymes way too good they go right over ya heads
[hook]
thank you all for showing me the ways
teaching me the only way, to the point where i
was the coach that didn’t play, that was until i turned and saw that hall of fame
thank you all for showing me the ways
teaching me the only way, to the point where i
was the coach that didn’t play, that was until i turned and saw that hall of fame
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