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 ass through college//

Fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuck could put a crack in a bulletproof glass/

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 fucking 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 ass the fourth quarter//

Fuck greatest, history I wanna make/

The best is representin out that Lone Star State//

Before these three verses, this shit gon be on A&E/

Bodies, no suspects, within the first forty-eight bars//

Hook

Verse 3 - Faet

Fuck basic flows, cause they suck testicles/

I'm a complex rapper, with nuts all down ya throat//

And I dont really care what the fuck 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/

Fuck yo career and ya little cinema//

That YouTube ain't shit, where's the word of mouth/

I'm in the game bitch, from the West to the South//

And I'm known in my city, where the fuck you from/

And we always ready, we dont bump our gums//

Dont act like I need a reason to smack the shit out you/

I gave you beats for free, what the fuck you want now my dude//

You're the type of faggot to give your friends an attitude/

If I catch you in the streets, guarantee I'll leave you black and blue//

Hook