Slowly Losing Privacy - Acot

I don’t pop Xans, man, I don’t sip lean, bitch

I don’t flex much and, I don’t wear 'preme, bitch

I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin' rappin' and

I don’t trust a mothafuckin' sayin' that they trappin' 'cause

I been there when I younger, fuckin' hustlin' for some money

I was strugglin' just to get food on the table, boy

Now, I’m fuckin' stable, boy, so I don’t fuck with all that shit

Money in my pocket but I’m still gon' hit that fuckin' lick

It’s all hands though, had to let my strap go

I don’t fuckin' need one, you pussies so you need guns

I got plans though, so I ain’t tryna fuck it up

Throw myself in prison just for fuckin' up a buttercup

Nah, fuck that, you can suck my testes

Got a little fame and now these suckas wanna test me

Uh, yuh, mothafucka' try and catch me

I can rap a circle 'round these fuckas like an athlete, yuh

Don’t give a fuck about a critic

Get artistic with the way I fuckin' spit it

So admit it, I’m terrific, not a gimmick like these other rappin' bitches

Have a couple stupid songs but I just did it for the digits (Damn)

Hol' up, look, another dead icon, turn the lights on

It’s my turn, I ain’t gotta read my palms, keep it original

You’re just like that other guy, find me at my pinnacle

Playin' with my syllables, legend in the makin'

Heard it from the raven, so I’m steady waitin', losin' patience

But my time is comin' soon, sucka

But for now, catch me steady plottin' in my room, sucka, uh