A rapper & a lyricist, I'm kinda in the middle
Joeyy's blowing all this money, I ain't tryna spend a little
Cause Joeyy Alexx Hill got hella money in the back account
You other guys think otherwise cause I don't pull the Franklin's out
I don't care what you're thinking 'bout; your mindset is irrelevant
Sometimes I lose my mind & try to find it for the hell of it
Instead of sh** talking, I just cut the chit chatter
Sit back & get stacks & watch my haters get madder
Six ladders stacked together's what my music is as high as
In the sky, telling birds to move it when I fly past
Do it 'til I die as the greatest rapper ever to
Cause give f** & give it up is something that I'd never do
Presidential kush, my sticky on some Jimmy Carter sh**
Heaven-sent, but look; I'm hot as hell & spitting arsenic
I'm 'bouts to take the cake these fakes ain't even getting part of it
I'm hopping in the game without a manual or starter kit
Some harder sh**, the bars I spit; compared to all these other guys
I'm writing, otherwise I'd be somewhere higher than bu*terflies
Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized
On my own, I'm all alone like ba*tards when their mother's die