Throwin Rocks

Shit don't happen alone,

It don't,

Shit don't happen alone,

It never does, you got responsibility in it

It's important how you treat a chick,

There's more priorities than smokin' trees in this

None of your boyfriends have really been a dick

Cause shit don't happen alone,

It gets triggered everytime you do wrong,

It don't happen alone,

It don't,

Shit don't happen alone

 

Yeah,

I got some principles: if you gon' act like a tough big guy,

Better be one cause I seen some tougher than the fucking greek gods

Knock at the door, you're better off unlockin it

Or else niggas be glockin it,

Emptying the clip outside the house without even cockin it,

So, don't pull an act on me

Cause when I say it's wack, my homie

Critics will be on you like it's a pack of zombies

You gotta know tho, I doubt you end in one piece

Critics be cruel but I'm the worst, I swear it's stunning

You test my nerves, I hope you're up and running

My ego's twelve-foot and somethin',

He's up against whoever's fool enough to come in

Then go and spite me, despite my clear impatience

Born a killer, since '98 in phone books I've been clearing pages

Through tribulations and invasions, I been chasing every fake shit

 

Just to let them know

When I blow up,

When I'm out on shows

I'll be throwin rocks

And no matter how it go,

You've been askin for it

 

Yeah, even if a tragedy could strike,

Like even all my family could die,

Could it all be my fault if I

Found other shit to fortify?

Nah, I never left hangin' nobody I loved and

Never went bangin' no bitch when I was with a chick that I trusted

Don't tell me I'm lazy as shit cause I'm bustin my ass off;

These rhymes that I write, it's in hope that my verses could blast off

Get out with your "Ifs" and your "Don'ts", it ain't that tough,

Look at me, I rap with my throat so much I got fat cough

I don't do nothing else,

Don't say the word "chance", I dont know what "lucky" is,

I don't know what lottery is,

If you fucks want to look at some balls that's worth millions, just look at my crotch

But to me, paying dozens of dollars for a chance to get what I'ma make later, I think it ain't much

Movin' at a slow pace, but surely,

While richer niggas pass in Subies

I'm on sidewalks with vans as shoepieces

Already tore up from last year,

I'm doin' it all for show-business

Arriving at the bars like an American rockstar

Flamethrowing bars like I'm throwin' rocks darlin'

I've stopped prayin, I've started to wonder what vows did...

I'm getting somewhere, don't doubt it.

 

I don't know why it's like that but

Way too much shit happened

I was on a solo mission

Chewin beats with no omission

I found that my flow was missin

Some texts that are not bout dissin

I'm tryna make the realler me

Win against the killer me

What the feel of winnin be?

I still got the will in me

Let me make these shows and

Let me take these hoes in

Let me toke my dope please,

Let me make some dough plus

Some hot hoes to fuck with,

Some more flow to rock with

 

Just to let them know,

When I blow up,

When I'm out on shows,

I'll be throwin rocks

And no matter how it go

You been askin for it