I heard the word powerhouse so it's a freestyle

whether I'm alive I'm still king still building still winning they anus want smoke with backstabbers never been a good pretender so no way I'm intertainig crab dwelling on nonsense thats negative i changed gears this my level bitch attached with the rebels while they dance with the devil trana be scary dudes but we know truth don't get me the dough i want to mix flavour by myself from scratch the beginner i heard they jealous of my shit getting hard to hide and shit I'm with the higher highers i been up and down to life i swear to I'm meant to strive my strike hate to starve my stop a billy or some my style they wish they can have it self love they wanna embody it since i step up they want me in clone and shit i won't mention I'm nothing fragile but i want my peace i will get reckless too i don't kneel