11 Minute Freestyle on Hot 97
Cassidy
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens
N' I ain't impressed i'm dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon' be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me it
Now she start giving up dough
To go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened
Be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm a straight cannon
N' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning
Eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling
Tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only
Gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money
If you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
So my block made heavy money my weed fluffy
N' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage
Like Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I took it back
I'm watching niggas on the block
Get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend
Get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss
N' get took for that
So between the draw of jeans
Where I put the gat
Meek keep the piece
N' you know Mook 'll clap
Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap
You cats will go night night
For the right price
So I suggest you know respect
If you like life
Cause the white high how I made loochie
Them big rocks got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was
On the strip with me if I flipped the key
N' I had Christmas tree
Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea
N' I had chicks trick for me
Cause I'm a pimp
My watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see
What time it is
N' my hip where the llama is
I'll look at y'all cats cheques like
Where the commas is
Fishtanks in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you niggas ass
You did it in the past
But now you niggas trash
N' my flow pathetic, yea I'm so poetic
Even though I don't get my credit
But it's copasetic
Everything I spit is so sick
Like my throat infected
I'm the illest nigga out
N' I ain't sold a record
But you know I'm gunna blow
Cause I'm so connected
Swizz going to produce
Jay gon' promote the record
Who hard as me what, I did a song with R but
I ain't on no RnB stuff
I ain't no pretender
Y'all remember the free stuff
N' that'll happen to a nigga
Actin' like he tough
I spit toxic waste so talk slick n'
Get ya faced sliced up a like chocolate cake
Rest in peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah, Left EYE
New York, Game you don't stop, Big Pun
N' you won't stop
I said, Rest in peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah
Left EYE freaky Tah, you already know Big L
The whole click yo
My name Cassidy, I'm on the heezy man
I get so slick and greezy man
All my strips pop like a greasy pan
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances at y'all with ya Goofy's on
Box, Pink Pather's, Snoopy's on
I just put up all my jury on
All my diamonds, n' my ruby's on
Shinin' off the light
It look like I got a Coogi on
The roof of the coupe is gone
And Snoop is on you dudes is simply dumbies
Y'all on the block with empty tummies
N' trying to get this money
I just got a watch
Niggas tryna get this from me
Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy
Chickens want me, N' ain't tryna hear no
Yea I'm trying to pop
But I'm not trying to head though
Come over here yo
Come on don't be scared yo
I'll I'm trying to do is
Get brain like the scarecrow
On Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying
A lot of y'all need courage
Like the cowardly lion
All this powder I'm buying
I can make a brick road
And my nickels the size of Swizz's nose
But that's gettin' old
We gone bring it up to date
N' niggas know that I spit shit for yo
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with kids
I spray the led
And rip you apart like a Mr potato Head
I bought the Bentley GT, n it's tomato red
Cause I sling butter of the color
Of potato bread
I grind for mine, dime for dime
Cats hatin'
But they know my rhymes line for line
They tryna' perpetuate
How you gone hate n' you a fan
Man, my strip poppin' like bacon in a pan
My little mans 'll take them
Grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they ain't Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8 on my hand
About 80 on my neck
Cause I be scraping the pan
I take a trip, I'm back with a tan
I'm with a diva
Sippin' Margaritas with my back in the sand
Or I'm on a yacht gettin' my
Cock licked from a Chinese freak
Tryna' eat Beef Yachiniku with chop sticks
I just got the hard top
N' I ain't got car shop
I just hit Swizz on the phone
He on the car lot
I'm a star, I got love for the game
But I'm still a thug mang
But a slug in yo' brain
N' put blood stains on your timbs
So when the clip low
Get low like the Ying Yang Twins
Or your scar be all on
The windows n' the wall
I'm in it 'till the end y'all, win, lose
Or draw
My name Cassidy, I know you remember me man
I hold twin revolvers like I'm Yosemite Sam
I ride with the 4-5
But I don't drive an Infinity man
I'm the guy you pretend to be man
That's why when you take a shot
It's not going to be Hennessy man
That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn
I can't let it slide
Around n' ride petrified
Lettin' them decide when they gon'
Try come test the odds
F that man, I make the gat exercise
N' you could be next to die
You better recognize
Or you get done for, trump if you want war
It's nothing, Cause you ain't even uckin'
With my young boys
Alright you got dumb rhymes, I got dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See I'm the one you run from, not come for
You could get the whole clip, plus one more
You ain't never slung raw with your fake ass
I was burnin' my bags
Determined to make cash
N' if the table start turnin'
I'm a take cash
You betta' try to find a Teflon face mask
My mom said, "Calm down
You ain't safe Cass
N' I ain't tryna see you at
Your way up to upstate Cass"
So I fell back, tried not to sell crack
Try not to sell ki's
I ain't even sell trees
Yea I chilled but, I was still gettin' bread
Cause I did credit card scams
With this chicken head
I'm a be a hustler 'till I'm sick or dead
But for my Mom's sake
I had to let the grind wait
I was young at the time
I had to get my mind straight
I liked to rhyme n' got
Nice like in nine eight
I started gettin' props
Then got ish on lock
This was right at the Big died
N' I was missin' Pac
Listen not, I was really on cash
I was only 15 n' had Philly on smash
For real, I still got Philly on smash
I mean there's some hot knuckles
But I'm still the top knuckle
N' I'm stick a block knuckle
So I'm money hungry
N' I pop knuckles that try
To take money from me
See my money funny, n' I ain't joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N' I ain't even drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped in a skinny body
N' with the mini shotty, I jam anybody
Cause I don't feel none of y'all
N' with the raps or the gats
I'll kill one of y'all
Awwh, Ya'll ready know I got
My hand on my hammer
Mind on my cake, cause I grind for the cake
I do crimes for the cake
I could do the time but I
Ain't tryna' get a case man
I got the gun with me
But you don't get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a
Nike sign on your face
I put in time for the cake
That's why I'm grateful for every
Dime that I make
I got signed now dimes climbing escape
Cause my pockets puffy and it
Remind them of Mase, Wait
I'm a bad boy
Get trash bags full of cash boy
I'm in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy
Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy
N' you gettin' paid less paper
Then my bag boy you a hater that's sad boy
Cause yo' mom even liked me
I might be yo' dad boy
You a messed up, I know you upset up
But you better watch how you
Talking to your step pop
Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge
N' walk around with my boxers
On in yo' crib, Kid
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