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