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Cassidy - Control ( Kendrick Lamar Response) Lyrics

The same thing that make you laugh you gonna be crying from
Laugh now, cry later, but your time will come
And if you live by the gun, you could die from one
Even a deer can run the jungle till the lion come
If you make a living off the shit that niggas dying from
You gonna get guap until the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that you buying from
Or sit in prison for wild time for buying some
I speak the truth, these other niggas got a lying tongue
So if there’s levels to this shit, I’m on the highest one
I know you guys gonna try to climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, don’t even matter
Cats will backstab you just to make their pockets fatter
That’s why they pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper, not a character that blabber a bunch of words that rhyme
But don’t make sense most of the time
And most of the lines that they rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes that’s stupid, not using most of their mind
Most crimes that’s committed is by a cat that listened
To a rapper spitting shit that’s fictitious and try to mimic
Don’t imitate a nigga that been a fake and gimmick
They should put me in the Guinness, most punch lines and feeling
And if I diss a cat in a rap that nigga finished
I got in it to get niggas the business, not for the business
I’m highly recommended, but this shit is not exciting me
You wear tight clothes but your flows ain’t tight to me
I know you try, man, to find a man nice as me
But a blind man, like damn, that’ll be a sight to see
No one can stop me, I’m cocky and got the right to be
Hey, they shit, they’d never gave a mic to me
You would think big, big pun and big L goes right for me
And I could buy shooters, you do not wanna pick a fight with me
I’m not in the best shape like I would like to me
But I exercise every time I lift my pipe to pee
I know you would like to see me battle the rebel
But that’s like getting Mayweather to go and fight for free
That’s not happening, I would rather stop rapping
I flick crack, now I spit crack, I ain’t stopped trapping
I’d rather get my money upfront than on the back end
My balls spin crazy, I’m Slim Shady with black skin
I got the battle and bill, the hardest battle I done ever been
It is when I battle myself
I hold weight so don’t make a giant battle or L for real
I’m tryina chill, I got a battle for hell from ill
And I feel like nephew of a homosexual
Even if your flow is sick, I disinfect you
I’m special, if you plugged in, I disconnect you
I’m not gonna let you get disrespectful, I’mma gonna dress you
I’m immobile, I don’t care if I know you or never met you
I suggest you don’t come any wrong or I’m gonna correct you
I hope you don’t think that security gonna protect you
‘Cause when them goons come in the room, they beat and left you
I bet you, when me and them cats come, them cats run
We ruthless, my niggas get stupid if cats act dumb
You a lame, you putting my name in a rap, son?
It’s like putting a silencer on a cat gun
And why go and buy a chain when I can snatch one?
To get you jammed, niggas like “damn, where you get that from?”
I jack some like … I’m tryina tell you, I f you up
Don’t let you set you up for a failure
I’m the hustler but I don’t touch drug paraphernalia
I just did a tour in Dubai and Australia
To ball the best, I’m the greatest ever more or less
I’m just tryina figure out who the fuck I’mma slaughter next
I got my weight up, you better show some more respect
Before you pussies get aid up like oral sex
My boss crack, niggas tryina bring the boss back but they boss whack
I’m like “where the fuck is the balls at?”
I’m tired of hearing all the jewelry and car raps
Then making it rain and buying out the ball raps
I got height when I heard that Kendrick Lamar rap
I’m in the booth, think construction boots and a hard hat
I bring it back to life, these cats ain’t acting right
These cats all rap alike, I never heard a rapper I like
I smash the mic, I’m a veteran, you a rookie
You a dickhead, but you a pussy, a hermaphrodite
Cats the type that’ll send you to the afterlife
Bring you back to life and kill you again with the raps I write
Yeah, I used to play the corner like a traffic light
But I stopped tracking white so I could lead a rapper life
But a rapper life ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
Ain’t no rapper tough as me, that’s why they don’t fuck with me
They can label this a diss when the song drop
‘Cause I’m better than your favorite by a long shot
You gonna have to bring this song back when this song stop
And rewind all the punch lines that this song got
I paint pictures, no Photoshop
I’m not the king of New York but the king of New York know I’m high
And no, I’m not tryina be the king of Philly
But I been holding down my city, just ask Gilly
Really, if any of you niggas act silly I be happy to compete
You’ll see what happen to me
I’m not rapping to get back in the beef
I’m just rapping to be competitive, I do shit niggas never did
Yeah, this hip hop getting recorded so if you a fan of hip hop, you gotta support it
‘Cause it’s a shortage of rappers rapping like they supposed to rhyme
And you will never find a rapper rapping rhyme dope as mine
Yeah, I’m the dopest nigga out, most focus, nigga out, I spit coke out my mouth
In the streets, need coca, instant draught, the fiends going through withdrawal
They need some sick ball, I got them jumping like Kriss Cross
When they was wearing all their clothes backwards I exposed rappers
Yeah, I’m in my hip hop bag, making every cat dare say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my wife like that shit hot ass
And she got a K Michelle, loving hip hop ass
Yeah, every cat that’s not hip hop trash and I’m ill, fish scale without the zip lock bag
Nobody better, I do whatever I want to
And since you scared to come at me, I’mma come at you
What the fuck is the game coming to?
Kendrick couldn’t shine on me on a song if he wanted to
‘Cause I spit that shit, nigga, number two
And I’m coming through to make you hop ‘fore this summer through

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