Cassidy - R.A.I.D. (Meek Mill Diss) Lyrics


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You've been on my dick you should have taken you own fucking advice
I use to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I use to toot it now you wanna disrespect your teacher
You got a problem on your hands that you cant deal with bitch
Ayo you ain't got nothing on me
They couldn't wait for me to diss you in a song
Cuz you was fucking corny
Remember when you use to run up on me like
Cass please listen to my song
You use to play your shit like this a hit Cass
I was thinking man this shit trash stop playing this shit
You said kosmic kev gave you this shit
I you ain't mean it then why you say this shit
Now your song getting played every day and shit
So you gassed up but I still eat your ass up
You turned into a faggot to get your cash up
But I rather be broke then give my ass up
I started off with 50 cent I ain't lying
But imma get rich or die trying like a half buck
Raw and could get backed up
Yours got mad cut and not the shit that scab up
Yup this what imma do to you
Kill you in a battle, Wale can say the poem at your funeral
Cuz you wasn't getting bread then
Now you trying to ride out but you coming down a dead end
You was a fucking bum, you couldn't even get your braids fucking done
It looked like you was growing dreads in
You turn to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time I hung around a CO
I'm the illest MC yo
Why you wanna try me I'm the S.H.I.T.
You bitches shook up like Ali
You don't wanna be hooked up to an IV
You a rapper eat a whole bowl full of dog shit
And drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me
R.I.P. see the mortician boy
Get your door kicked in
Common you be tron
How you go on twitter tweeting that the boy snitching
Listen you better off trying to make a verse
Cuz the shit that you tweet just gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch trying to say that I snitched
Bitch I never opened my lips where the paper work
You was in Pit going to court with a PD
No commissary couldn't even make a GG
When I was locked up, I was on TV
Soon as dudes turned on the news they would see me
So yeah they put me on PC not to beef
For the first population
I hate talking bout the past
And wild shit be coming out your mouth
Cuz you be talking out your ass
But watch how you talk when you talking bout Cass
Cuz I'm seriously offended don't get your carrier ended
You finished, your whole carrier is a gimmick
You must have lost your damn mind screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme and if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't have a house to have a house party at
You could hardly rap all you do is make party tracks
You know Meek sound so weak on a slow beat
You blew up fast but now you got a slow leak
All you gon' hear about is how Cass aired you out
Who cares about how you supposed to be rich
On how you (riding in your Ghost, Rolly on your wrist)
Bitch you really hype but you ain't even repping Philly right
You not a big Willy just cuz you know how to wheelie bikes right
It's like I was sixteened on it
You cockroach, I'm the dopest nigga you seen on it
Don't make me put you on the summer jam screen
And them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation flop
Cuz you tell a lot of lies and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustling because you wasn't
You never had keys like a combination lock
The ice moist in that imitation watch
So why you always rapping about how much cake you got
You a son of bitch I imitate your Pop
And you never was a thug why you imitating Pac
You was wrong for doing that song 2pac Back
I seen a video like where the fuck is 2pac at
Like nah 2pac not back
I had Philly on lock before 2pac got clapped
You know me, I'm OG in the game
I'm Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the dopest MC in the game
How you expect to keep respect long as me in the game
Meeck Mills but now it Meek Mill
You couldn't even keep the fucking c in your name
You the biggest bullshitter in the game I got you cats shook
Cassidy than Meek, now how does that look
On repo that was a wack look
The street know them people need to repo your rap book
I'm back look that's what I prayed for
You dug your own grave boy that's why I made this song Raid for ya
And Meek how you gon' wage war
When the GD made MMG shut down they paid tour
You getting paid, I'm got paid more, way more I just get it and spend it
I singed mills when you was in the sixth grade boy
You gots some nice whips but none of them shits is paid for
Man you leased it don't keep it a damn secret
You could front for a couple of months but you can't keep it
And everybody noticed that you niggas is fucking bogus
You order your your recipes
I'm bout to go night night, Buenos noches
Fuck 'em all I those cockroaches
This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest and who can focus
You only in the cuty cuz un LA big u
fuckers better keep your moths closed
Was coming out your household
I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep the weapon on me just in case
No I don't wanna catch a case but I never keep the safety on my weapon
I ain't trying to keep my weapon safe
You extra fake show some respect
Cuz I was there when all you use to wear is dirty ass v necks
You said a bunch of bs you don't want it from me
I give yall the bizzy ain't none of y'all fucking with me
I've been gritty all my damn life
Damn right you micro flow but you can't write
You not trying to go to jail or lose you're damn life
So lets keep it on the damn mic
Fuck all the damn hype this about bars
It's not about Rollies it's not about cars
It's not about YSL or Audemars
You jumped off my dick and dick ride Ross
Keep youreEyes on the sparrow Meek
So get off you trying to get your shit off
But your shit soft you gon' get your head ripped off
And all the fronting that you on got me pissed off
Nothing that you write true that's why I don't like you
I don't kmow who hyped you all your bars recycled
Fuck who got opinions you know you not winning
I've been hot from the beginning
Son you got problems when they tired of your style after one album
I'm not finished you the dude imma chew up
You my son, one of my sperm cells that gew up
Yup I brought you in this world and imma take you out
My dick start making out
You already know every radio station
Bout to have this shit bumping like a nigga that breaking out
Put my raps in a crack
No no drawers that's Petey Cracck style
And rthat foul I told you to switch you rap style
A while back let him get his style back
You not a wild pack you just rap loud
And you all wack cuz you rap with another cats style
Ridding with me Meek
And imma kill him and don't give a fuxk if he catch feelings
The meek shall inherited the earh
And that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit when he burried in dirt
Meek you never should of spit that verse
I ain't loaded up bout to get that doc and get that nurse
In a hospital bed you gon' get that first
Yeah get that casket get that herse
Get that pastor get that church
Your carrier dead, yeah
You sleeping on me but I'm bout to blow up like an air bed
You air head, I keep it gutta nigga word to your mother nigga
You a nigga who signed to another nigga
With a 360 deal so that mean anytime you get money he split money with other niggas
You break bread homies saying I love you nigga
They extorting you
When you was broke all them niggas was not around
But now look at all the niggas you got around
All the niggas with you gon' start to get forgetful
I've been through it before I'm not gon' bull shit you
It's official same shit different toilet tissue
They might shoot they pistol but if somebody get shot the cops will come and get you
That's your case they only know your face
And you cant afford it nigga even if your dough straight
It's a slow wait and plus you got probabtion
And being caged in is a fucked up situation
I'm not gonna fool you cuz you my kid
And I'm concerned you gotta learn from the dumb shit that you done did
But you always been a stupid kid
Little brain even though your head super big
And you might be getting up in some puss
But what you think you getting girls now because of your looks
You look like an animal in the face
You remind me of the monkey on planet of the apes
Wait, I see panic in your face, I know I'm scaring you
That's the cockroach b
And got too much material but you annoying I'm getting tired of hearing you
You so pussy you prob get a venereal disease
Meek I am your father, I am your lead
And you was mad that Kendrick Lamar sold more than your ass
Nigga I seen the tweet
My nigga Jag had yu have the worst nightmare
Larsity fam right here and we don't fight fair
Meek you be looking all nervous with the frog eyes
And ruff riders they gon' ride with me too
So rapping ass is dead and shit you can do
Plus the rest of your niggas could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you
The rest of you niggas could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you