Young Dolph – Hall Of Fame (Audio, Lyrics)

Young Dolph finally unveils the “Hall Of Fame” track which was produced by BandPlay & Triple G Ty. Listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy the song.

Young Dolph Hall Of Fame

It’s been roughly nine months since Young Dolph was tragically shot and killed in Memphis. Today marks what would’ve been his 37th birthday. While fans, friends and family have kept his name alive, there haven’t been many updates in recent times about the release of posthumous music. However, his estate unveiled a new single this morning titled, “Hall Of Fame” to commemorate his birthday. Dolph takes on opulent string-laden production on his new single, detailing his legacy and the unmatched hustle that turned him into a posterchild for independent rap. “I remember back when I had nothing so yeah, I’mma ball ’til the end/ I remember I stacked my first 100 bands, I said I finna do this again,” he raps on the record.

Young Dolph – Hall Of Fame (prod. BandPlay & Triple G Ty)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gotta put me up there with the greatest, man (Triple G Ty)
(Let the band play)
Allstar to superstar
Hall of famer (Uh)

[Chorus]
They say I’m showing out, they say I should be ashamed (Ayy)
I don’t do it for the clout, bitch, I do it for the gang (Ayy)
You can walk in any trap and I bet they know my name (Yeah)
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, and you can keep the fame (Yeah), fame (Yeah), fame (Yeah), fame (Fuck all that)
I met my bitch one day, the next day, her life was never the same (For real, though)

[Verse 1]
Told her your family my family, but all of your friends ain’t my friends (Uh-uh)
Now here, take the keys to this Benz (Here, take that)
I remember back when I ain’t have nothing, so, yeah, I’ma ball ’til the end (Woo)
I remember I stacked my first hundred bands, I said I’m finna do this again (Run it up), ha
I see you niggas goin’ broke tryna keep up with me (I see you)
Bad boy spendin’ millions out here like I’m signed to Diddy (It’s Dolph)
Showed up, plain jane Rolex, had a meeting with Roc Nation (Okay)
But they got ’bout four, five, six rap niggas over there that be hatin’ (On God)
But I still fuck with Jigga, tell him I got two million for him (For what?)
To do a verse, and if he don’t, I still got love for him (On God)
Cuz went to college hoopin’, stayin’ in the dorm (What else?)
I was still at mama house sleepin’ on the floor (For real, though)
I ran up a quarter million and was still (What?), sleepin’ on the floor (Okay)
The type of nigga have a million at a stash house and act like I’m broke (Okay)
When I was sixteen, I said, “It ain’t even about me no more” (Yeah)
It’s PRE on my chest, this a multi-million dollar logo (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
They say I’m showing off, nah, I just let my nuts hang
She said she love to get on top when she wearin’ all my chains
My lil’ nigga said, “You caked up, Dolph,” I told him, “You can do the same thing”
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, and you can keep the fame (Keep that), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Uh-huh)
Have you ever felt a V12 when the gears change? (Hold up)

[Verse 2]
Have you seen my new charm? It’s taller than Johnny Dang (Damn)
Hopped out at the corner store and left the ‘Rari runnin’, man (Gabbana)
Under the influence to get money every day (Hustler)
Goyard full of currency, no, I didn’t come to play (Hey, hey)
I spent a million on Richard Milles
I got a driveway full of Hot Wheels
Ha, and yeah, she a bad bitch, but nah, that Birkin bag not real (Damn)
And yeah, I can eyeball a whole P, fuck a scale, I got skills (Ha)
(Paper Route Frank)
Addicted to the lifestyle (Uh)
I’m tryna count me a hundred millio’ right now (Right now)
Yeah, nigga, right now (Right now)
Tell them fuck niggas and them duck bitches pipe down (Ayy, watch out)
Nah, I can’t wait on nobody, if I want it, then I go get it, my nigga (Uh-uh)
If it don’t cost a quarter ticket, then I can’t even sit in it, my nigga (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
They say I’m showing out, they say I should be ashamed (Ayy)
I don’t do it for the clout, bitch, I do it for the gang (Ayy)
You can walk in any trap and I bet they know my name (Yeah)
Frank Matthews of the South, put me in the hall of fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame (Fame), fame
Add it to my bank account, bitch, and you can keep the fame (Yeah), fame (Yeah), fame (Yeah), fame (Fuck all that)
I met my bitch one day, the next day, her life was never the same (For real, though)

[Outro]
Yah mean?
Ayy, I’m just a different type of nigga, yah mean?
Do what the fuck I wanna, yah mean?
Ayy, bruh, you hang around me too long, man, you might slip up and become a millionaire or some shit, ha
Yah mean?
Yeah
Ayy, look
Lil’ mama, if I fuck with you, you mine
Your life instantly change, you no longer the same
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s Dolph