SPIT - Acot

I started rappin', now these bitches reachin' for my britches

I went ghost like Prince did and burned a bunch of bridges

Ralph all up on me, I’m a rapper, man

Toss the baggie like a javelin, I’ll never go to jail

I’ll probably go to Hell, I’m waitin' for the rapture, man

She told me that she used to fuck with bitches, that’s a hasbian

Her name was Madison, she only wanna be a friend

But everytime she comes, I come too all on the abdomen

ACOT, spell it out for me (Spell it out for me)

And it better be with caps like I was shootin' back (Was shootin' back)

And you better come correct, I’m comin' for your neck (For your neck)

I’m comin' next so pay respect before I take a seat

Tell me how I did this shit without no fuckin' help

Look I’m by myself and holdin' up just like a fuckin' belt

Dumb fuck rappers snitchin' on themselves

I miss the way it felt when I was pushin'

I could taste the wealth

If I could then I would kiss myself

A pretty bitch, I’m feelin' somethin' like Longoria

Brown skin and I was born in California, gettin' bored of ya

This that Coney Island shit like I’m a warrior

—have that

I’m searchin' for some other shit 'cause buddy, I’m beyond rap

I reach beyond that

We livin' in a fucked up place

With not much space and, uh

A war with race

So, check your face and, uh

So, change your views

And sing your blues and, uh

Man, fuck the news