Cassidy - Untitled Freestyle lyrics

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