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 I'm adjusting Feeling like the world was on my shoulders Look like Quasimodo way I'm 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 I should have been working in hospitality Cause of the way I be serving these bars Road to success watch me swerve in that car Look up to me cause they heard I'm a star And it is bedlam here in New York City The crowd roaring as CJ finishes with 42 points And the game winner Stoic with a triple double And New York City has seen enough Two stars born right before our eyes What a night, what a night Wait... is that a piranha?