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