Throwing Stones (feat. C0jACk)

They throwing' stones through my glass house Giving' me a reason to lash out

Hit the blunt puff pass till I pass out Back in the day we blow a half ounce

Time to move on to better things Fake hoes and fake dudes

I guess that's what this cheddar brings Just know you're special in my schedule

If I fit you in No matter the game I'm in it to win

These trap rappers be spitting' them fibs Making' words rhymes that sound like babies

With bibs And middle fingers up to the haters that ain't

With the shit What is life if you ain't risking' shit

I was always giving' more when they was actin' like I was less then

I got my dollars up and started to invest in This new equipment got to work and started

inventing It would mean a lot to me if you understood

even a part of this message Don't judge others cause when life gets rough

you'll be sleeping' in the park on the benches I'll make it through the mean struggle

My vision was fucked up so I was seen double Staying' away from the hood cause that's like

A guarantee to scuffle These trap artists spit like a parody so fuck

You This music is my therapy, I won't give up

Soon I'll win eventually even if for now I must lose

Throwing' stones through my glass house Better act right before I spaz out

You **** is pussy just like the class clown Bitch if you fuckin' with me then it's man

Down, (Pussy)

Real shit, you fuckin' with a gangster **** (Facts)

If I let a **** off better thank a **** If not I need my redemption Shank a ****

Hit a **** so hard like a tank my **** (Blow up)

I'm the general and all y'all **** rookies Like Mysonne start my army off a cookie

My **** killed it on Hot 97 Sounding' like he Dr. King speaking' down from

Heaven I'm screaming' fuck the judge and fuck the

System **** been tryna take me down since

I was eleven I don't care, I love the life I'm living

You **** bird food, say thanks for giving' So elite, Tom Brady when all he had was Givens

Man still a baller, man still winning

(Facts)

You can't fuck with my crew Once we write down some shit

Spark an L and have a couple of brews I'ma prove that nobody's fuckin' with you

Glued to my seat like I'm stuck in this booth And if you're a hater that's talkin' shit

CT will make sure you get punched in the tooth I'll eat the best rapper like lunch in your

Group And I'm killing' shit, making' beats cause

I'm bored and it's something' to do Can't understand these lyrics like when a

Computer function's confused Beef it with me and you'll surely be taking

A seat I was fighting' through hard times while making

This beat I emphasize with those with anxiety who

Afraid to show their face in the street Life's a rough game and sometimes we all be

Facing' defeat But we can all better ourselves and rise

From the loss Had the subject matter with my raps but the

Timing was off Now I'm making' sure every rap that I'm spitting

Is raw These trap rappers, I don't listen to y'all

Cause I realize the shit they talk is a facade