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My name Cassidy i u remember me man
i hold twin revolvers like im sam
I ride wit da five but i dont drive an infiniti man
Im dat guy you to be man
why when u take a shot
Its not gon be man
I plots on my enemie man,blam
I cant let it slide and ride around
let em decide when dey gon try come da odds
fuck dat man i make da gat
and u be nex to die u better recogize
U get done for, chump if you war
Its nuffin cause u aint even fukin wit my young
O u got domb i got done more
Im sick wit it, man i spit it till my soar
yea you might of done crimes but ive done
my bedroom closet, remind u of a gun
See im da one u run from, not for
Cause pretty u can get da clip plus one more
u aint neva raw wit ya fake ass
i was burning my determined to make cash
and if the start turning ima take cash
U try to find a teflon face mask
My mom calm down u aint safe 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 even sell trees
Yea i chilled but i was still bread cause i did credit card scams wit dis chicken head
Ima be a hustla, until im or dead
but for my mom i had to let da grind wait
I was young at the time, i had to get my straight
i like to and got nice like n 98
I started gettin props, started ish on lock
dis was right after BIG died and i was Pac
oc, i was really on cash
i was only fifteen and had on smash
for real, i still got on smash
I deys some hot niggas but im still da top nigga
and i stll a block nigga so my hungry
And I pop niggas dat try to money from me
See ur money funny, And i joke alot
I cop 20 20 cause i smoke alot
I got an herb
I put a out and im startin on my third album
so i bet u on my fam
cause i met ya CEO and He Yo ima big fan
Im a big man crammed in a skinny
And wit da minnie shotty, jam anybody
Cause i dont feel of yall
And wit da or da gats ill fuking kill one of yall
Awe, Yall Know
I got my on my hammer mind on my cake
Cause i for the cake i do crimes for the cake
I could do the time but i aint tryin cetch a
I got da gun wit me, but u get a 150
i keep da nine on my
take out a knife and put a sign on ya face
Wait, i put in time for the
Dats why im grateful for dime dat i make
I got signed now climbing to skate
Cause my pockets Puffy and it dem of Mace
Wait ima bad boy, get trash bags of cash boy
Im in a not a Jag boy
why u mad boy, cause u ketch boy
And u gettin paid paper den my bag boy
a hater dats sad boy
Cause your mom even me, i might be ya dad boy
U a mess stop, i know u upset oc but u better watch how u to ya Step Pop
im gon be goin into ya fridge
And walk around wit my on ya krib kid