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My Cassidy i know u remember me man
i hold twin revolvers like im sam
I ride wit da four five but i dont an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
thats why when u a shot
Its not gon be man
I drop on my enemie man,blam
I cant let it slide and ride around
let em when dey gon try come test da odds
fuck dat man i da gat excercise
and u could be nex to die u recogize
U get done for, if you want war
Its nuffin cause u aint even fukin wit my boys
O u got domb i got done more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my soar
yea you might of crimes but ive done more
my closet, remind u of a gun store
See im da one u run from, not for
Cause pretty u can get da clip plus one more
u aint slung raw wit ya fake ass
i was burning my determined to make cash
and if the start turning ima take cash
U better try to a teflon face mask
My mom said calm down u aint Cass
and i aint tryin see u at ya wake or upstate
So i fell back, not to sell crack
tried not to seel keys, man i didn't even sell
Yea i chilled but i was still gettin bread cause i did credit scams wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, until im sick or
but for my mom sake i had to let da grind
I was at the time, i had to get my mind straight
i to rhyme and got nice like n 98
I started gettin props, gettin ish on lock
dis was right after BIG died and i was Pac
Listen oc, i was really on
i was only and had philly on smash
for real, i still got on smash
I mean deys hot niggas but im still da top nigga
and i stll a nigga so my money hungry
And I pop dat try to take money from me
See ur money funny, And i dont alot
I cop 20 after 20 cause i smoke
I got an problem
I put a single out and im startin on my album
so i bet u on my fam
i met ya CEO and He said Yo ima big fan
Im a big man crammed in a body
And wit da minnie shotty, i'll jam
Cause i dont feel none of
And wit da raps or da gats ill kill one of yall
Awe, Yall Know
I got my on my hammer mind on my cake
Cause i grind for the cake i do for the cake
I do the time but i aint tryin cetch a Case
I got da gun wit me, but u get a 150
i da nine on my waiste
take out a knife and put a nike sign on ya
Wait, i put in for the cake
why im grateful for every dime dat i make
I got signed now dimes climbing to
Cause my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of
Wait ima bad boy, get trash bags of cash boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, u ketch cabs boy
And u gettin less paper den my bag boy
Yous a hater sad boy
Cause your mom even me, i might be ya dad boy
U a mess stop, i know u upset oc but u watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop
Watch im gon be goin ya fridge
And walk around wit my on ya krib kid