Faet - Throw Rocks lyrics

Intro Still they hate n talk smack, Knowing if I was gone,/ There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at// Verse 1 - TKC Its the rap game's finest, in the place to be/ And I be dropping hot singles, got a Bachelor's degree// But if 2Pac back, then all eyes on me/ Got me feeling like Nas, who am I to disagree// Cause I spit raps brolick, am I tryna kick knowledge/ When a sixteen from me, put yo a** through college// f**in epidemic, you'd think crack is back/ Cause everybody throwing rocks at the throne of rap// But I could hold it down, im never shook by that/ Why should the main event worry 'bout the opennin act// Ya'll just a f**in drumroll, I'm a thunder clap/ And all of ya'll rap pussies, I flow thundercat// But under all of that, only lies the fact/ That TK slay raps, so with that I ask// Who the f** could put a crack in a bulletproof gla**/ Hook Still they hatin Still they hate n talk smack Still they hatin Still they hatin (screwed) Still they hate n talk smack, Knowing if I was gone,/ There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at// Verse 2 - J6 Figured you'd join a team, on a journey to get a ring/ Take ya talent to South Beach like Lebron James Dean// When you f**ing with Texas, you run into a Maverick/ And quickly find out that J sons kids// Underground is my scene, you an uncrowned king/ But how does that compare to a championship ring// Long live the king, I got years under my reign/ Royal cup of purple drank, im addicted to grippin grain// Clip in the Glock, load up, this what the Glock fo bruh/ Hood stock market we'll give you the block quota// Got seventy-five cents, in the game with the dolla/ You a Heat all starter, can't get my a** the fourth quarter// f** greatest, history I wanna make/ The best is representin out that Lone Star State// Before these three verses, this sh** gon be on A&E/ Bodies, no suspects, within the first forty-eight bars// Hook Verse 3 - Faet f** basic flows, cause they s** testicles/ I'm a complex rapper, with nuts all down ya throat// And I dont really care what the f** you heard about me/ Yea its true that they call me Dirty South Beast// From the 405 where im spittin with my mouthpiece/ Come to my city, homie we can get rowdy// If you wanna get em up, I'm a hit you in ya gut/ f** yo career and ya little cinema// That YouTube ain't sh**, where's the word of mouth/ I'm in the game b**h, from the West to the South// And I'm known in my city, where the f** you from/ And we always ready, we dont bump our gums// Dont act like I need a reason to smack the sh** out you/ I gave you beats for free, what the f** you want now my dude// You're the type of f*ggot to give your friends an attitude/ If I catch you in the streets, guarantee I'll leave you black and blue// Hook