[Verse: Cassidy]
Listen
This flow I was the first wit’ it
You got a verse? Spit it
I’m the best on the earth and I’m my worst critic
I’m berserk wit’ it, got wild cocky raps
Gave them juveniles a new style to go copycat
Hear how they rhymes sound? Full of punchlines now
Yeah you could shine, when it’s ya’ time but it’s mine now
You all hype to bite my rhymes, calm down
The bars is tough but get off my nuts
And just fall back ‘fore you get ya’ skull crack
Unless that’s a bulletproof ball cap
‘Cause y’all gats y’all scared to shoot
You sell crack but you can’t buy a pair of boots?
You should just skydive with no parachute
And float to ya’ death gon’ be broke and depressed
I confess, I ain’t nothing but a trifling thug
That dedicated his life to the mic and drugs
It feel nice the way I ice the plugs
And they think that ya’ link getting attacked by lightning bugs
I got gorgeous stones, I’m flossing, look
My chain off the hook like a cordless phone
And I just bought a home you can’t afford to own
And I didn’t even mortgage loan, motherfuckers
Don’t think Cass a threat
Until I come grip they young son out the bassinet
You could ask Funkmaster Flex, I got paper, dag
A lot of haters said ‘you never gon’ make it Cass’
I knew basic math, I went straight to class
School of hard rock, the block, I was chasing cash
Had fiends calling my beeper, ‘I need that weight to grab’
Had the ave off the meter like when you take a cab
If I’m mad you get shot in ya’ face or stabbed
Ya’ blood leave you wetter than tubs when you take a bath
They say the game should be sold, not told
But that’s hard to control when cats fold like paper bags
And rat, get crack if you crazy cake
But you ain’t gon’ get rich off ya’ strip, this ain’t ‘88
Four-four on each hip, you get the 88
You signed a deal for a Bonneville and it’s a ‘88?
I’m on 22’s, the whip sit on 88
And I track ladies from 80 to 8, get it straight, coward