Lyrics Trap Hall Of Fame - Deniro Farrar

Trap Hall Of Fame

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
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
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
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
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