QUASIMODO

Went from selling eighths to selling quarters

Chose to rap can't go back to the hustlin'

I left the streets alone I can't get caught up

Getting so much do dough like it's a Dunkin

I used to be the plug, ain't drive a charger

Might just cop the Corvette or a Mustang

Need a private jet that I could charter

Soon as I get rich gon' let my nuts hang

The flow is so fucking disgusting

It might need a mopping or dusting

Shit is getting spookier and spookier

I ain't making cuts into pumpkins

Freshman year of high school was flunking

Now to all the fame Im adjusting

Feeling like the world was on my shoulders

Look like Quasimodo way Im hunching

Always knew that I would be a rapper

Since Lil Wayne was boutta drop the Carter

Fighting all my demons kept my guard up

Had a vintage jacket it was Starter

Gained a lot of wisdom and got smarter

Name another rapper going harder

I couldn't tell you why they even bother

Courtside like I was one of the ballers

Back in this bitch came to settle the score

Crowd going wild when I get on the floor

Been so damn confident in myself lately

That you just might not see me sweat out my pores

Put that shit on couldn't tell I was poor

Not having shit only made me want more

Just got to Paris, I'm yelling bonjour

Miss my son can't wait to get home from tour

Raising the bar but I ain't in the gym

Can't no one tell me I ain't gonna win

Back to back dubs, no it ain't on a whim

Gave my all can't say I ain't a good friend

I'm so damn Brooklyn I got black air forces

But I don't mind stomping your face out in timbs

You vs me well your chances are slim

Young Himmy Himdrix, I'm actually him

Fuck what you think give a fuck what you thought

Ain't ever fit in still bus through the door

I still got hands and I ain't new to the swinging

But still kept my hammer real Loki like Thor