Cassidy - 11 Minute Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Look, I've been a threat, but now I record and they send a check

Man I stash half the cash then spend the rest

And I woulda been broke like ya'll fighting invests

We both got ice and cars, but I ain't in debt

A lot of vets need to give rhyming a rest

Ya'll sound like has-beens, and I ain't impressed

I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best

Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc

I'll give you dog shots, but I ain't the vet

And I got dough so I ain't upset

I threw the drop on, Michael J's in the top gone

The inside's butter like microwave popcorn

Stop drawing, it's gonna be hard to move me,

Swiss the monster, he can star in a horror movie

And usually, I click fast and bang your bitch ass

Ain't nothing changed I got 'caine for the quick cash

The change I whipped past, aim and bl-id-ast

The kid Cass got the game on sm-id-ash

Slang the st-id-ash, I'm trying to stack money high

Gimme money 'til I die, gimme 25

Man I might not be alive when I'm 25

That's why I carry two .9's and a 25

To sell twenties, that will get you dummy high

I bagged in the 125 on 25's

It's the 20's on the 5, my coochie rate skyrocketing

Look ock I'm a pimp that's why I copped your chick

Sis got the "it", now she tryna cop me in

She should stop giving her? to go shopping with

Popping ish, you might get you deserved it

But it happened, be happy she ain't get you murdered

I'm a straight cannon, and I'm getting the cake cannon

I be outta state tanning, eatin on baked salmon

I'm straight scrambling, tryna sell a gram of yay

But your strip only get a grand a day

And it's 10 of ya'll on it, but 10 of ya'll doin' it

So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy

Be on the corner for a hundred hours

Sell another gram of coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars

You could probably get some money if you come and holla

Cause I got haze, and I cop K's

So my block made heavy money

My weed fluffy, and got read hair like Peggy Bundy

I got 20's, come cop from the house

Cause the green, you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch

I got more chains than you got in my couch

And the next cat scream my name gonna get shot in the mouth

I got that "yo" on the stroll and a whole notebook of raps

Every bar raw, when I write it's like cooking crack

I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs

I'm getting gravy like the 80's, I took it back

I watch niggas on the block get shook and racked

See niggas serve the wrong fiend, they get booked for that

I watch niggas try to floss and get took for that

So between the drawers and jeans where I put the gats

Neak keep the peace, and you know Mook a clap

The last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap

You cats will go "night-night" for the right price

So I suggest you show respect if you like life

Cause the white is how I made loochie

Them big rocks got em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie

The strip pop and I ride for cash

And you softer than a toddler's ass

You can ask any cat that was on the strip with me

If I flipped the key and I had Christmas tree

Man Cass sold more bags than Lipton Tea

And I had chicks trick for me, cause I'm a pimp

My watch I gotta squint at my wrist to see

What time it is, and my hip where the llama is

I look at ya'll cats checks like where the commas is?

Fish tanks in the headrests, where the piranha's is

Cause when it pass, when Cass come spend it past

You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast

I'm in a class by myself you niggas ass

You did it in the past, but now you nigggas trash

And my flow's pathetic, yeah I'm so poetic

Even though I don't get my credit, but it's?

Everything I spit sick, like my throat infected

I'm the illest nigga out and I ain't sold a record

But you know I'm gonna blow cause I'm so connected

Swiss gonna produce, Jay gonna promote the record

Who hard as me, I did a song with R, but I ain't on no R&B stuff

I ain't no pretender, ya'll ain't remember the free stuff

And that'll happen to a nigga acting like he tough

I spit toxic waste so talk slick

And get your face sliced like a chocolate cake

My name Cassidy, I'm off the heezy man

I get so slick and greezy man

All my strips pop like a greasy pan

Cut shit, throw short, like easy man

Believe me, you need to come see me man

My coke make smokers have a seizure man

A chick will see my hand and leave her man

Gimme the keys to her beamer like I'm Beenie Man

You see me man, I'm a handsome boy

I make a? on my car while I dance some more

I be glancing at ya'll with your? on

But pink panther snoopy's on

I just put all my jewelry on

My diamonds, my rubies on

Shining off the light, it looks like a got a cuggi

Roof on the coupe is gone, and snoop is on

You niggas is simply dummies

Ya'll on the block with empty tummies and not tryin to get this money

I just got a watch, niggas tryin to get this from me

Oh the coupe dropped shit, a nigga clumsy

Chickens want me, and they not tryin to here "no"

Yeah I'm tryin to pop but I'm not tryin hear dough

Come over here yo, come on don't be scared yo

I'll I'm tryin to do is get brain like a scarecrow

I'm Wizard of Oz, look I don't be lying

A lot of ya'll need courage like the cowardly lion

All this powder I'm buying a could make a brick road

And my neck gold's the size of Swizz nose

But that's getting old we gonna bring it up to date

Niggas no that I?

I'm a grown ass man I don't play with kids

I'll spray the lead and rip you apart like a Mr. Potatohead

I bought the Bentley GT and it's tomato red

Cause I sling butter the color of potato bread

I grind for mine, dime for dime

Cats hatin but they know my rhymes line for line

They try and perpetrate, how you gonna hate and you a fan

Man my strip popping like bacon in a pan

My lil mans will take them grams and walk to Brooklyn

For the cake, but they ain't Making the Band

I'll put 10 on my wrist put 8 on my hand

About 80 on my neck cause I be sraping the pan

I'll take a trip, I'm back with a tan

I'm with a diva, sipping margaritas with my back in the sand

Or I'm on a yacht getting my cock wet from a Chinese freak

Trying to eat beef, ock with some chop sticks

Just got the hard top and I ain't got a car shop

I just hit Swizz on the phone, he on the car lot

I'm a star ock, got love for the game

But I'm still a thug mayne, put a slug in your brain

And put blood stains on your Timbs

So when the clip blow, get low like the Ying Yang Twins

Oh yes? on the windows, in the wall

I'm in it 'til the end yeah win lose or draw

My name Cassidy I know u remember me man

I hold twin revolvers like I'm Yoesimite sam

I ride with da four five but I don't drive an infiniti man

I'm dat guy you pretend to be man

That's why when u take a shot

It's not gon be hennessy man

I drop plots on my enemie man, blam

I can't let it slide and ride around petrified

Let em decide when dey gon try come test da odds

Fuck dat man I make da gat excercise

And u could be nex to die u better recogize

U get done for, chump if you want war

It's nuffin cause u ain't even fukin with my young boys

O u got domb rhymes I got done more

I'm sick with it, man I spit it till my tongue soar

Yea you might of done crimes but I've done more

My bedroom closet, remind u of a gun store

See I'm da one u run from, not come for

Cause pretty u can get da whole clip plus one more

U ain't neva slung raw with ya fake ass

I was burning my bags determined to make cash

And if the tables start turning I'm a take cash

U better try to find a teflon face mask

My mom said calm down u ain't safe Cass

And I ain't tryin see u at ya wake or upstate Cass

So I fell back, tried not to sell crack

Tried not to seel keys, man I didn't even sell trees

Yea I chilled but I was still gettin bread cause I did credit card scams with dis chicken head

I'm a be a hustla, until I'm sick or dead

But for my mom sake I had to let da grind wait

I was young at the time, I had to get my mind straight

I like to rhyme and got nice like n 98

I started gettin props, started gettin ish on lock

Dis was right after BIG died and I was missin Pac

Listen oc, I was really on cash

I was only fifteen and had philly on smash

For real, I still got philly on smash

I mean deys some hot niggas but I'm still da top nigga

And I stll a block nigga so my money hungry

And I pop niggas dat try to take money from me

See your money funny, And I don't joke alot

I cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke alot

I got an herb problem

I put a single out and I'm startin on my third album

So I bet u on my dick fam

Cause I met ya CEO and He said Yo I'm a big fan

I'm a big man crammed in a skinny body

And with da minnie shotty, I'll jam anybody

Cause I don't feel none of ya'll

And with da raps or da gats I'll fuking kill one of ya'll

Awe, Ya'll already Know

I got my hand on my hammer mind on my cake

Cause I grind for the cake I do crimes for the cake

I could do the time but I ain't tryin cetch a Case

I got da gun with me, but u would get a 150

I keep da nine on my waiste

Take out a knife and put a nike sign on ya face

Wait, I put in time for the cake

Dats why I'm grateful for every dime dat I make

I got signed now dimes climbing to skate

Cause my pockets Puffy and it remind dem of Mace

Wait I'm a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy

I'm in a Vanquish not a Jag boy

Why u mad boy, cause u ketch cabs boy

And u gettin paid less paper den my bag boy

Yous a hater dats sad boy

Cause your mom even like me, I might be ya dad boy

U a mess stop, I know u upset oc but u better watch how u talkin to ya Step Pop

Watch I'm gon be goin into ya fridge

And walk around with my boxers on ya krib kid