Lyrics Slowly Losing Privacy - Acot

Slowly Losing Privacy

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