too good to be true?

I'm too good to be true?

Before the first book that you read me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
My own mother Tellin' me to quit writing
“Just work a 9 to 5”
but my imagination kept fighting
But my friends had my back
So I wrote the chapters
Put out Swift Killas and the haters talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humor faded
When mother gossiped that it was she who helped me make it.
Then the critics said I was to be good to be true
Some were saying ghost writers were writin' all that I do
So I had to disprove it
With the Rake I detailed just how I do

And with that I raised the bar,

so high that now I make the rules!

Denied the interviews because they want to twist my words

Just to infer that I said something fucking absurd

Oh, did I lose you at infer?
Not used to hearing a phrase that uses over first grade vocabulary words?
People used to infer that I was manufactured
Now I've got the comments on file
Which people said what
about my unique style.
So now I have every enemy screaming insanity
All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch!