Fakers death

Writin rhymes based on creativity inspired by my own mind, and those hidin in it wish they could bite mine
Trying so hard to claim ownership of my thought train, but my originality won't die, Tryin to smoke D
But they only smoke D, when D smoke they can't believe i'm so high, and I don't condone lyin
and i don't give in when these jokes bribe, their jealousy erupts when they know i'm keepin dollar signs
and my throats supplyin realness they can only aspire to, and i achieve easily what they only try to do
The only beat i need is the city streets i walk, my styles so prominent i don't even need to talk
and i'm so white it's like i don't even need the rock, and smoke even though the heater don't even pop.