Cassidy - R.A.I.D. (Robert Ass Is Dead Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man
Know what I'm saying? It ain't easy to get
Around them punchlines he
Gon' bring to you in a battle
I don't care what you say
How it sound back then or
You ain't getting around that in no battle
It ain't easy, you know what I'm saying
That boy, that's what he do professionally
He been doing it
I seen Cassidy been in probably
More than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't think he had one L
And I don't think a new guy is gonna step
Up and give him the L that easily
Yeah, you been on my dick
You should've took your own fucking advice
You know you not fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you
Now you want to disrespect your teacher?
Well you got a problem on your
Hands that you can't deal with bitch

Aye yo you ain't got nothing on me
They couldn't wait for me to
Diss you on a song
Cause you was fucking corny
Remember when you used to run up on me, like
Cass', please listen to my song
You used to play your shit like
This a hit Cass'
I was thinking, man that shit trash
Why lay the shit
You said Cosmic Kev gay as shit
Cause he ain't never play your shit
If you ain't mean it, why you say the shit

Now your song getting played
Everyday and shit
So you gassed up, but I still eat your ass up
You turned into a fag to get your cash up
But, I'd rather be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not
The kind that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you
Kill you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at your funeral
Cause 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
And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time
I hung around a CO (Hunh)
I'm the illest MC yo, why you wanna try me?
Man I'm the SHIT
You niggas shook up like Ali i spit cook up
You don't wanna be hooked up to an IV
You would rather eat a whole
Bowl full of dog shit
And drink a cup full of hog
Spit before you try me rIP see the mortician
Bul, I ain't doin no more twittin'
Get your door kicked in

Come on you be drawn
Nigga I ain't bullshittin'
How you go on Twitter twitting
That the bul snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a verse
Cause the shit that you twit just
Only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I snitch
Bitch I never opened my lips
Where the paperwork?
You was in Pit' on the court with a PD
No commissary
Couldn't even make a chee-chee
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, I'm not debatin'
For the first month
Did the final seven on population

I hate talking bout the past
But wild shit be coming out your mouth
Cause you're talking out your ass
But watch how you talk when
You talking bout Cass'
Cause I'm seriously offended
Don't get your career ended
You finished, your whole career is a gimmick
You must of lost your damn mind
Screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme
And if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to
Have a house party at you can hardly rap
All you do is make party tracks
Niggas 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
Or how you riding in your
Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, bitch
You really hyped but you ain't
Even repping Philly right
You not a Big Willie just cause
You know how to wheelie bikes, right
It's like I was sixteen doing it
You cockroach
I'm the dopest nigga you seen doing it
Don't make me put you on
That Summer Jam screen
In them dirty ass jeans and the
Sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation flopped
Cause you tell a bunch of lies
And you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustling
Cause you wasn't
You never had keys, like a combination lock

That ice moissanite in that imitation watch
So why you always rapping bout
How much cake you got?
You a son of a bitch, tryna imitate your pop
And you never was a thug
Why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like
Where the fuck is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped
You know me, an OG in the game on point
Like 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?

See your name was Meek Millz
And now it's Meek Mill
You couldn't even keep the fucking
Z in your name
You the biggest pussy in the game
I got you cats shook
"Cassidy losing to Meek" now
How does that look?
Why you drop that song Repo?
That was a wack look
The streets know the people need
To repo your rap book
I'm back look, this what I prayed for
You dug your own grave bul
That's what I made the song RAID for
And Meek, how you gon' wage war
When the GD's made MMG shut
Down their paid tour?
You getting paid, I got paid more
Way more, I just get it and spend it
I should've saved more

I signed a deal when you
Was in the sixth grade, bul
You got some nice whips but none
Of them shit's 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 notice you niggas
Is fucking bogus you might as well pre order
Your rest in peace posters
You niggas bout to go night night
Buenas noches
Fuck them all, "I bury those cockroaches"
This ain't about who the richest
And who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, a nigga focused
You moved from Philly
You only in the city cause in LA
Big U signed your eviction notice

You jokers better keep your mouth closed
I was a household name 'fore you
Was coming out your household
I roll with a bunch of
Goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep a 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 tryna keep my weapon safe
You extra fake, show some respect
Cause I was there when all you used
To wear was dirty ass v-necks
You spit a bunch of BS
You don't want it with me
I get fucking busy
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Under dig me, I been gritty all my damn life
Damn right
You might can flow but you can't write

You not trying to go to jail
And lose your damn life
If we start beefin' 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 to dick ride Ross
Pause keep your eyes on the sparrow Meek
Cause riding other niggas dicks is not
A good way to travel Meek so get off
Yeah you tried to get your shit off
But your shit soft
You gon' get your head ripped off
And all the fronting that you
Doing got me pissed off
Nothing that you write true
That's why I don't like you

I don't know who hyped you
All your bars recycled
Fuck who got opinions
You know you not winnin'
I 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 I'mma chew up you my son
One of my sperm cells that grew up
Yup, I brought you in this world
And I can take you out
Then let your bitch and my
Dick start making out
You already know every radio station bout
To have this song bumping
Like a nigga that's breaking out
Look, you can put my raps in the crack vial
That style you got not yours
That's Peedi Crakk style and that's foul
I told you to switch your
Rap style awhile back
Let him get his style back
You not a loud pack, you a black mild
You just rap loud

And you all wack cause you
Rap with another cat's style
I ain't feeling Robert Rihmeek Williams
I'mma kill him
And I can care less if he catch feelings
The Meek shall inherit the Earth
Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit
When he buried in dirt
Meek, you never should've spit that verse
I ain't Loaded Lux but you know what's up
You bout to get that work
Yea, get that doctor, get that nurse
In the hospital bed
You won't get that first
Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse
Get that pastor, get that church
Your career dead, yeah
And you can keep sleeping on me

But I'm bout to blow up like an airbed
You air head
I keep it gutta' nigga, word to mother nigga
You signed to a nigga that's
Signed to another nigga
With a three-sixty deal
So that mean any time you get money
You split money with other niggas
You break bread
Your homies will say I love you nigga
But they not supporting you
They extorting you
When you was broke all them
Niggas was not around
But now look at all the niggas you got around
Yeah you popping now
But if you stop getting chisle
All them niggas with you gon'
Want to start forgetful
I've been through it before
I'm not gon' bullshit you

It's official
Same shit different toilet tissue
It's like they might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot
Then the cops gon' come to get you
That's your case, they only know your face
And you can't afford it nigga
Even if your dough straight
It's a slow wait, plus you on probation
And being caged in is a fucked up situation
I'm trying to school you cause 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
You got a little brain even
Though your head's stupid big
And you might be getting up in some puss

But "what you think
You getting girls now cause of your looks?"
What? You look like an animal in the face
You remind me of that monkey
On Planet of the Apes
Wait, I see panic in your face
I know I'm scaring you
This the cockroach burial
I'm too hot and got too much material
But you annoying
I'm getting tired of hearing you
You so pussy you probably
Get a venereal disease
Meek I'm your father, out of your league
You know your whole team weak
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar
Sold more than ya ass
Nigga I seen the tweet my nigga Jag made you
Have your Worse Nightmare

Larceny fam' right here
And we don't fight fair
And we ain't like your squad
Cause we all ride
Meek, you be looking all nervous
With the frog eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too
So Robert's ass is dead
And ain't shit you can do
Plus the rest of your niggas can get it too

I get at them, right after I get at you
Yeah I said it
The rest of your niggas can get it too
I get at them, right after I get at you
Faggot! RAID?!?