Tasmanian devil world spinning wen I rip it
Got X-ray vision still dont c no competition
U ain’t giving out a sentence
Don’t b judging how I’m living
Every time Ima kill it
u ain’t gotta check ballistic
A wrapper wrap gifts
I’m nota rapper I am GIFTED
ima freak tho
Tell the neighbors mind they business
They get nervous wen I lick it sticky apple wen I hit it couple napkins wen I finish
I mite beat it for a while
Then I’m bac to counting digits
I am not a min man
U won’t c me for a min
I don’t even need the digits
I don’t really wanna listen
Since I’m pissing niggaz off
Let’s say I’m too busy pissing
Dick in hand I’m too different
To say I’m too busy shittin
Nigga I ain’t even sitting
Had to GET UP out my feelings
Stacking money ima menace
To the floor from the ceiling
LIKE I SAID I’M TOO DIFFERENT
Niggaz ACT like they don’t listen
U can ACT but know the difference
Cuz wen I start sliding ima ACT like I don’t trip
And not a gangster not a rapper not an actor imma killer
It’s ME AND THIS IS poETree.
And we r not the same if I die gon sigh
Get bac up. I’m goin rise like messiah
Puff puff puff I get high to revive
Get in line. Sniff a line. U’ll getn high every time.
Off these dope barz I design in my mind
Who killed hip hop??
Wipe ya eyes I’m alive!!