MUSIC TOO RAW FOR THE PLAYLIST!

Spitting rhetoric for hell of it that's who I am
You gon need some peanut butter cuz this shit my jam
We was really posted up and now they look at him
Crossfading the track
Kick back
Watch it play again
Something that I do on the daily to reprimand my sins
Stank face grin when rhymes hit the pen
The only reason I do this shit is to make sense
Falsify mother fuckers every other statement
My music too raw for the playlist
They hate it
I think it's cuz I added spaces in they faces
Until them mother fuckers ate it
Goodness gracious
No sleep at night cuz I day dream
Find myself living in my own world maybe
Took a wrong turn in my mind just a side street
Watch where you going tall grass stained my teeth
Everything a gimmick til you get it that's just what I see
I don't need no fuckin' fairytale to tell me who I'll be
Come on somebody shoulda told you
You don't shit where you eat
It's just these things I see while stepping in these dungarees
That spaces guarantee I'll ship it for a dollar fee
Remember I was washing dishes now I'm a TV
Posted up with Casper now these mother fucker's see
Used to play the Madlib instrumental 'fore I eat