[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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