You can bite me. But im too tough to swollow..

I have my eye on the money, and I know nothing can take that from me. Im motivated, and motivation breeds hatred and hostility because haters oppose when you have more validity. Im official and thorough and complete with regard to every detail, not superficial or partial..I'm meticulous and methodical. Thats part of the reason you don't want to provoke me, I'll have your plans yoked like a joke, see. I hate fake bitches who try to pacify and mollify me. They propitiate and conciliate to appease me. I see through you like a breeze on a clear day, that why I tell fake niggas and bitches not to play. Squandered efforts, you're useless and fruitless. Nina is so hard you couldn't squeeze my fruits for juices. The books plus these Brooklyn streets became something you can't defeat. I could care less if you fake flakey bitches hate me because it's not you who make me, better yet.. break me. I get satisfaction from succeeding because I flourish and thrive, and Im so smooth watching your bumpy ride...