Raid (meek Mill Diss) Lyrics - Cassidy

[Intro] 

Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man, know what I'm saying 

It ain't easy to get around them punchlines he gon' bring to you in a battle 

I don't care what you say 

How it sound back then or, you ain't getting around that in no battle 

It ain't easy, you know what I'm saying 

That boy, that's what he do professionally, he been doing it 

I seen Cassidy been in probably more than five-thousand battles 

You know, and I don't think he had one L 

And I don't think a new guy is gonna step up and give him the L that easily 

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Yeah, you been on my dick 

You should've took your own fucking advice 

You know you not fucking with me 

I used to help you write your raps, give you tips on how to get better 

I used to tutor you, know you want to disrespect your teacher? 

Well you got a problem on your hands that you can't deal with 

Bitch 

[Verse 1] 

Aye yo you ain't got nothing on me 

They couldn't wait for me to diss you on a song 

Cause you was fucking corny 

Remember when you used to run up on me, like 

Cass', please listen to my song 

You used to play your shit like, this a hit Cass' 

I was thinking, man that shit trash, why you lay this shit 

You said Cosmic Kev gave you shit 

Cause he ain't never played your shit 

If you ain't mean it, why you say this shit 

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[Verse 2] 

Now your song getting played everyday and shit 

So you gassed up, but I still eat your ass up 

You turned into a fag to get your cash up 

But, I'd rather be broke then get my ass fucked 

I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying 

But I'mma get rich or die tryin', like a half buck 

Yo my bars so raw, it could get bagged up 

But yours got mad cut and not the kind that scab up 

Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the battle 

Then Wale can say a poem at your funeral 

Cause you wasn't getting bread then 

Now you trying to ride out, but you coming down a dead end 

[Verse 3] 

You was a fucking bum, you couldn't even get your braids fucking done 

It looked like you was growing dreads 

And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow 

But in jail was the only time I hung around a C.O. (Hunh!) 

I'm the illest M.C. yo 

Why you wanna try me? Man I'm the S.H.I.T. 

You niggas shook up like Ali 

I spit cook up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V. 

You would rather eat a whole bowl full of dog shit 

And drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me 

R.I.P. see the mortician 

Boy, I ain't doin no more twittin', get your door kicked in 

[Verse 4] 

Come on you be drawn, nigga I ain't bullshittin' 

How you go on Twitter tweeting that The Bull snitchin'? 

Listen, you better off tryna' make a verse 

Cause the shit that you tweet only gon' make it worse 

You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I snitch 

Bitch I never opened my lips, where the paperwork? 

You was in Pit' on the court with a P.D. 

No commissary, couldn't even make a chee-chee 

When I was locked up, I was on T.V. 

Soon as dudes turned on the news they would see me 

So yeah they put me on P.C., I'm not debatin' 

For the first month, did the final seven on population 

[Verse 5] 

I hate talking bout the past 

But why shit be coming out your mouth, cause you're talking out your ass 

But watch how you talk when you talking bout Cass' 

Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get your career ended 

You finished, your whole career is a gimmick 

You must of lost your damn mind screaming all the damn time 

You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Charlie Mack 

You wouldn't even have a house to have a house party at 

You can hardly rap, all you do is make party tracks 

Niggas know Meek sound so weak on a slow beat 

You blew up fast, but now you got a slow leak 

All you gon' hear about is how Cass' aired you out 

[Verse 6] 

Who cares about how you supposed to be rich 

Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, bitch 

You really hyped but you ain't even repping Philly right 

You not a Big Willie just cause you know how to wheelie bikes, right 

It's like I was sixteen doing it 

You cockroach, I'm the dopest nigga you seen doing it 

Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam screen 

In them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it 

Your first album and that compilation flopped 

Cause you tell a bunch of lies and you exaggerate a lot 

Stop saying you was making guap hustling, cause you wasn't 

You never had keys, like a combination lock 

[Verse 7] 

That ice moissanite in that imitation watch 

So why you always rapping bout how much cake you got? 

You a son of a bitch, tryna imitate your pop 

And you never was a thug, why you imitating Pac? 

You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back 

I seen the video like, where the fuck is 2Pac at? 

I saw your boss like nah, 2Pac not fat 

I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped 

You know me, an O.G. in the game 

On point, like Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game 

For ten years I've been the dopest M.C. in the game 

How you expect to keep respect long as me in the game? 

[Verse 8] 

See your name was Meek Millz and now it's Meek Mill 

You couldn't even keep the fucking z in your name 

You the biggest pussy in the game, I got your cat shook 

"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how does that look? 

Why you drop that song Repo? That was a whack look 

The streets know the people need to repo your rap book 

I'm back look, this what I prayed for 

You dug your own grave boy, that's what I made the song R.A.I.D. for 

And Meek, how you gon' wage war 

When the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid tour? 

You getting paid, I got paid more 

Way more, I just get it and spend it, I should've saved more 

[Verse 9] 

I signed a deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy 

You got some nice whips but none of them shits is paid for 

Man you leased it, don't keep it a damn secret 

You could front for a couple of months but you can't keep it 

And everybody know that you niggas is fucking bogus 

You might as well pre order your rest in peace posters 

You niggas bout to go night night, buenas noches 

Fuck them all, "I bury those cockroaches" 

This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest 

This is about who the dopest, a nigga focused 

You moved from Philly 

You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed your eviction notice 

[Verse 10] 

You jokers better keep your mouth closed 

I was a household name 'fore you was coming out your household 

I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe 

But I still gotta keep a weapon on me just in case 

No I don't wanna catch a case 

But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I ain't tryna keep my weapon safe 

You extra fake, show some respect 

Cause I was there when all you used to wear was dirty ass v-necks 

You spit a bunch of B.S., you don't want it with me 

I get fucking busy, ain't nobody fucking with me 

[Verse 11] 

Under dignity, I been pretty all my damn life 

Damn right, you might can flow but you can't write 

You not trying to go to jail and lose your damn life 

If we start beefin' so lets keep it on the damn mic 

Fuck all the damn hype, this about bars 

It's not about rollies, it's not about cars 

It's not about Y.S.L. or Audemars 

You jumped off my dick and dick ride Ross, pause 

Keep your eyes on the sparrow Meek 

Cause riding other niggas dicks is not a good way to travel Meek 

So get off, yeah you tried to get your shit off 

But your shit soft, you gon' get your head ripped off 

And all the fronting that you doing got me pissed off 

Nothing that you write true, that's why I don't like you 

[Verse 12] 

I don't know who hyped you, all your bars recycled 

Fuck who got opinions, you know you not winnin' 

I been hot from the beginning 

Son you got problems when they tired of your style after one album 

I'm not finished, you the dude I'mma chew up 

You my son, one of my sperm cells that grew up 

Yup, I brought you in this world and I can take you out 

Then let your bitch and my dick start making out 

You already know every radio station bout to have this song bumping 

Like a nigga that's breaking out 

Look, you can put my raps in the crack file 

That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk style 

And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap style awhile back 

Let them get your style back 

You not a loud pack, you a black mild, you just rap loud 

[Verse 13] 

And you are whack cause you rap with another cat's style 

I ain't feeling Robert Meek Williams 

I'mma kill him, and I can care less if he catch feelings 

The Meek shall inherit the Earth 

Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit when he buried in dirt 

Meek, you never should've spit that verse 

I ain't Loaded Lux but you know what's up 

You bout to get that work 

Get that doctor, get that nurse 

In the hospital bed, you won't get that first 

Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse 

Get that pastor, get that church 

Your career dead, yeah 

And you can keep sleeping on me 

[Verse 14] 

But I'm bout to blow up like an airbed, you air head 

I keep it gutta' nigga, word to mother nigga 

You signed to a nigga that's signed to another nigga 

With a three-sixty deal 

So that mean any time you get money you split money with other niggas 

You break bread, your homies will say I love you nigga 

But they not supporting you, they extorting you 

When you was broke all them niggas was not around 

But now look at all the niggas you got around 

Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting chisle 

All them niggas with you gon' want to start forgetful 

I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bullshit you 

[Verse 15] 

It's official, same shit different toilet tissue 

It's like they might shoot they pistol 

But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon' come to get you 

That's your case, they only know your face 

And you can't afford it nigga, even if your dope straight 

It's a slow wait, plus you on probation 

And being caged in is a fucked up situation 

I'm trying to school you cause you my kid 

And I'm concerned that you gotta learn from the dumb shit that you done did 

But you always been a stupid kid 

You got a little brain even though your head's stupid big 

And you might be getting up in some puss 

But "what you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks?" 

[Verse 16] 

What? You look like an animal in the face 

You remind me of that monkey on Planet of the Apes 

Wait, I see panic in your face 

I know I'm scaring you, this the cockroach burial 

I'm too hot and got too much material 

But you annoying, I'm getting tired of hearing you 

You so pussy you probably get a venereal disease 

Meek I'm your father, out of your league 

You know your whole team weak 

And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than ya ass, nigga I seen the tweet 

My nigga Jag made you have your worse nightmare 

[Verse 17] 

Larceny fam' right here, and we don't fight fair 

And we ain't like your squad cause we all ride 

Meek, you be looking all nervous with the frog eyes 

And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too 

So Robert's ass is dead, and ain't shit you can do 

Plus the rest of your niggas can get it too 

[Outro] 

I get at them, right after I get at you 

Yeah I said it, the rest of your niggas can get it too 

I get at them, right after I get at you 

Fag