H.O.F.

(Intro)
There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah

There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah

(Verse 1)
Hope u get the message
I need vvs’s, hell bound
But they sent me down from heaven
Matter fact ain’t no second
Guessing it’s a blessing
That I had to do it on my lonely
If only mafuckas knew
How many sessions
It took to get this shit
Cooking off the books
They would have never
Ever skipped the credits
Look I’ll never be strong armed
Just bring that Armageddon
This ain’t rap, this assault with a deadly weapon
I did this for me brethren
Born entertainers like Cedric
Said I was missing the mark
But don’t know I measured in metric
I’m Albert Einstein I’m Jimmy Hendricks
Think this wishful thinking got me
Thinking i’m a legend
Hold up, bitch
Let me pick it up where they left it
Like a rent a, whip
Let me impart wisdom
I’m part cynic, I’m part skeptic
I’m double parked, getting sparked
While writing these runoff sentences
Dodging snakes, hipping up a tape
Fake ass hustlers, suckers throw five
And sing your praises, but really hatred
Be behind all of them friendly smiles
Face it, I’ve been down since the basement
I’ve been up like attic, mixing quotes with some static
I’m the voice, making noise
Call me serene with this racket
Made a choose, get it cracking
Always slacking, getting koi
Fishy mafuckas, just open they mouth
And get destroyed, yeah

(Chorus)
There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a bulletproof vest
I’mma stand on the necks
Demand my respect
I pimpin’ like Pippen
Fuck if Mike was the best

There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a bulletproof vest
I’mma stand on the necks
Demand my respect
I pimpin’ like Pippen
Fuck if Mike was the best

(Verse 2)
Let me tell you another story
Imagine if my father never had a shorty
Then I would never brought
This beat alive to body
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they was feeling kamikaze
See we at the same party
Same place, buy the same dish
Ain’t got the same taste
Might wear the same pair
Can’t keep up on the same pace
All the dead prez in the world
Won't help you save face
It’s about that last laughter
Forget the trophy the rings
Just need my name in the rafters
Leave the fame and the chain for the actors
All I needs the game
And good pussy on my mattress
At last it’s the most vocal
The loco, the next mogul
The brutal, the most crucial
From 33 to ocho
Believe me, the dream team
Me, myself, and I
Y’all just a bunch of Tony Kukos
I take it to the T.O.P
Its G.O.D
I see no ends, I see no peace
From a fuck Y.O.U, To I.O.U
Matter fact mafucka yeah, you owe me
Y’all is H.O.C., can’t see P.O.V
You was D.O.A., I’m like D.O.C
I’m gonna D.I.Y., into the H.O.C
It’s 4 The Right Mind till I D.I.E
I’m a P.I.M.P., K.I.N.G
Nothing about you is B.I.G
You ain't N.A.S, ou ain't J.A.Y
You ain't P.A.C, You ain’t R.E.D
Bitch you ain’t me, yeah you ain’t G
This is a U.F.O., recorded live on U.A.D
Introducing, the new and exclusive
G.U.R.D.E.E.P

(Bridge)
What kinda name is that anyhow?
What is that like five o’s or two u’s?
Now actually its one u
Yeah, bullshit

(Chorus)
There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a bulletproof vest
I’mma stand on the necks
Demand my respect
I pimpin’ like Pippen
Fuck if Mike was the best

There ain’t no hook to shit
I can cook with the best
Going straight for the top
Fuck a bulletproof vest
I’mma stand on the necks
Demand my respect
I pimpin’ like Pippen
Fuck if Mike was the best