Hall of Fame

Intro

Slow guitar, hummin' like a pickup on a long road

Uh-huh, yeah, oh-oh (yeah)

Verse

Small-town fence-line, mama's porch light low

I learned to run on gravel, learned to take a blow

Old high-top cleats, mud on my hands

Sunday prayers, playbook taped with a rubber band

Coach said, "Boy, you got heart, you got fight"

I watched the skyline, kept my eyes on that white light

Friday night whistle, we bled for a jersey

Left my name on the sideline, written in work, not mercy

Pre-chorus

Cold hotel showers, sweat and a faded roster

Phone calls at midnight, telling me to be a little softer

Broken ribs and contracts with a crooked clause

I said, "Bring it on, bring it on," yeah, I answered the call

(Bring it on) (bring it on)

Chorus

I'm goin' to the Hall of Fame, leave my name on the wall

I'm chasin' that ring, yeah, I'm risking it all (risk it all)

From dirt roads to endzones, from tailgates to fame

I'm goin' to the Hall, I'm goin' to the Hall of Fame (Hall of Fame)

I'm goin' to the Hall of Fame, I'm goin' to the Hall of Fame (Hall of Fame)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah

Verse

Packed bags, long flights, my mama cried on the porch

I left with a promise and a rosary in a Ziplock

Agent talkin' fast, scouts with cold eyes

But I still remember how my granddad taught me to tie

I learned to hustle on paydays that never came

Tried to buy time with hustle, tried to buy out the pain

Surgery scars like roadmaps on the skin

Every stitch a story of the nights I learned to win

rap

Skrrt, uh, grew up on grit, steel-toed ambition, rhythm in my ribs (yuh)

From throwin' spirals in the yard to headlines and big bids (facts)

I got knees that whisper secrets, shoulders carry the load

Played through frostbite winters, felt the weight of that road

Contracts in the mailbox, some say "sign," some say "fold"

I learned how to count blessings and how to hold my own gold

They measured me in yards, they tried to count my fear

But I ran harder through the tryouts, ran past the sneer

Double shifts in the summer, cleats cuttin' up the beat

I ate pain for dinner, made the rehab room my seat

Came up from practice fields where the lights were backyard thin

Now the highlight reels hit, but the hustle's where I begin

They talk about the fame, the plaque, the polished nameplate

But I know what it's like to sleep hungry and stay late

Mama prayin', coach sayin', "Son, you're built for more"

I counted every bruise like a prayer I kept in store

They say it's talent, luck, and the timing of a throw

But I had grit in my bones and a hunger you can't show

Yuh, ayy, yeah, uh-huh (let's go)

Hall of Fame on my mind, but the climb had its cost

I lost nights, lost friends, counted dimes, paid the cost

Still I lace up, face up, chase the light through the pain

Because the story ain't finished till they hang up my name

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