Cassidy - Diary Of a Hustler (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

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Don't Believe this nigga hustling

This nigga bluffing

Look him in his eyes,the only time he cooking pies

Is in the kitchen oven

He a born liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm puffing

Im so high I'm about to blow, volcanic eruption

This dude fake so his fake ass better break fast

Before he gets his food ate like a egg mcmuffin

He ain't the only nigga fucking the chick he cuffing

Yet the hommie dick ain't the only dick she sucking

I scrape his wife but I take ya life

Cause she can barely take the pipe

She told me I need a dick reduction

I'm so official, I let her blow the whistle

Then send her home to you, so she can kiss you

That shit disgusting

Niggas fronting like they straight pimping

I take women to the tele and get them jumping

Like Blake griffin

Im on Point like Chris Paul when she taste that Ace or that Cristal

She cut like a jigsaw

The kid ball so you mad as fuck

But I let the gut blow at ya afro give you a Cassie cut

Im tired of Rap niggas acting tough

Yall about rapping, I have been acting up

Since I came out from my daddy nut

Im on my grind, I do not sleep

Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin bitch am not sweet

But you a sweetie, you got diabetes

So you easily could have died-you sugar high

I rap a verse if that don't work, I'mma cook a pie

Or try to make a dollar bill selling Molly pills

Even though I know that somebody will prolly squeal

I'mma still push weight like a nigga that body build

And everybody real, they say they trigger blow

But I doubt them niggas know how catching a body feel

If a prick say that he don't snitch he prolly will

Snitching on my clique will prolly get somebody killed

For real

Im placing a damn order

The next day that solve come across the damn border

You ain't seen the shit that I seen

Is a big difference between getting a man slaughtered than

Manslaughter

And you don't want the goons kidnapping ya damn daughter

Tying ya damn son up if the money don't come up

Im tryna come up so I run around from when the sun go down

To the fucking sun come up

The ?? fucking my damn sung up,then the dutch that am puffing

Fucking my Damn lung up

But don't compare me to this young boys that ain't done much

After we lock ass out with they pop ass

Am ya old head,you gotta show respect to me

Definitely before I get pussies a historectomy

Ayo none of this rap niggas can mess with me

Them niggas is my sons am about to give a visectomy

Punchlines is my specialty

Ever since I learnt my ABC's MCees couldn't F with me

I will pop ya ass but I don't mean sexually

Cause my trigger finger itching like it got a STD

All my lyrics is dumb, you niggas pussies I will put a hole in you

And make you period cum

I still pop shit, say alot of hot shit

I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I ain't got swizz

Shit I chop bricks, I can't give you star tips

But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith

Pop with then go to the block with rock bagged up

Make the junkies grap up then make ya money add up

Yup

I wouldn't say I have bad luck but bad things to happen

The good dudes don't best up

But I never been shot or got stabbed up

And even when I ain't had much I was still swagged up

But you can't judge a book by its cover

That's why I put together the diary of a hustler

You can't judge a book a book by its cover

That's why I put together the diary of the hustler

OUTRO

I have been in this game for years

But am feeling better than ever

Am in a whole another bag right now

Am real cocky with my shit

Cuz I know niggas ain't fucking with me

I produced this track and I just tore the fuck apart

Yall niggas better show me the respect I deserve

Before I smack the shit outta one of you niggas mayne

Yall already know what am repping