| When you ride the Southside, just look up in the sky |
| Every block you see a K-Rino jersey hanging high |
| You don’t qualify to stand on the side of me, trick |
| You ain’t even get drafted, I’m a lottery pick |
| It’s dead end where they knock boys off for no reason |
| Led the league in block-bleeding my first five seasons |
| Still the same building my name since kindergarten |
| I’m twenty years deep in the game and I’m still starting |
| Worse than a king, mic-wrecking average is supreme |
| Every year the hood votes me to the all-star team |
| I hustle and burn rookies like matches |
| Bashful you with miraculous street tactics and I never miss practice |
| True gamers, the police couldn’t even tame us |
| Me and NIP made bail for them Martin Luther King famous |
| And I ain’t tryna lose, playing with a scrub |
| Can’t handle the pressure called timeout and get a sub |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Dominating the game, I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Steady stackin' my change |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Never missing a lick |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Boys wearing they vest, tryna avoid the slugfest |
| Fake Gs get suspended for failing they thug test |
| I ride for the cause, never sold out to the laws |
| I got a lifetime contract with a no-trade clause |
| K-Rino, the franchise player, was on the cut, black |
| Way back when some of y’all was still in the nut-sack |
| I’m clutching the finish pass and I’ll bust in a minute |
| I gotta get it, the high 90s is my hustle percentage |
| You gotta grind straight out the womb, no time to late-bloom |
| You ain’t strong enough, you need to go visit the weight room |
| Streets a studio, whatever way to get the goods |
| And cutthroats and snitches get traded to weaker hoods |
| I weave through opposing defenses with inconspicuous sick articulate emphasis, |
| my stat line’s ridiculous |
| I call my own plays while you sell-out the most |
| I’ll do a spree-wheel, get mad and choke the hell out the coach |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Dominating the game, I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Steady stackin' my change |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Never missing a lick |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| When it comes to grind, I can score a touchdown blind |
| Against a seven man front with no blockers on my line |
| You sittin' at the end of the bench, you never played |
| You be holding my clipboard and passing me Gatorade |
| Meantime and in between time be gettin' paid |
| Reinvesting and triple flipping every dollar that’s made |
| The hood know my game, they appreciated my skill |
| So my ghetto agent renegotiated my deal |
| I mix three hustles, I can’t do it one way |
| Strike you out, cross you over and shake you in one play |
| You should’ve stayed home, safe and undisturbed |
| I put you on injured reserve soon as you hit the curb |
| I mash for weeks, straight studying, watch tape |
| Your paper was late ‘cause you came to camp out of shape |
| K-Rino, you know me, I’m McGrady plus Kobe |
| And hopefully they throw me the MVP trophy |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Dominating the game, I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Steady stackin' my change |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Never missing a lick |
| I’m a hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |
| Hall of fame player |