Kendrick You Next (cassidy Diss) Lyrics - Meek Mill

So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I'm the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin' fear... I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family 

First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test 

You a upset nigga, where the love at? 

When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that 

Same place I've been up corners you can never come back 

You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul nigga 

I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga 

You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss, nigga 

You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off nigga 

Broad nigga, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel" 

Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel! 

No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well 

I caught your chick, I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail 

Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale 

You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale 

On a late night, swimmin with the great whites 

You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's 

Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Canal Street 

Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece 

How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you! 

Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel! 

That was never ME, why you lying to the people? 

I was locked down, still doing shit illegal 

Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when 

You was on PC locking it with males 

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And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one 

23 and 1 never get to see the sun 

Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son 

Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun 

They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right 

Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price 

You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice 

Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes 

Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight 

Cassidy, boy you so trash to me 

Do the math I dissed you, that's subtract to me 

You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you add to me 

You just another dead body, another casualty 

I'm in the streets, so I do this beat casually 

And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me? 

Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing 

And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed 

Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it 

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it 

They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it 

I asked Swizzy "could she do it?" he said "nigga, beat it" 

Swizz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either 

You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you 

And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper 

Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether 

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Oh shit! 

You purple dickie wearing durag 

Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing nigga 

I say, come on with your soft ass, all you niggas all trash 

Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga that's a small tab 

I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad 

This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash 

That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it 

But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving 

Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches 

Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious 

Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches 

And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences 

Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly 

Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby 

Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby 

Just to Worldstar you and do you just like 

Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin 

That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring 

Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show 

Shit you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low 

And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow 

You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know 

You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing 

And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming 

Rapping for a longtime, nigga you ain't got nothing 

You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga stop fronting 

Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie 

Fuck happened to you? 

You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard 

Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard 

Nigga I was broke then, now I got Black Card 

Your career maxed out, you're shit like mac card 

Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga 

And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga 

Couple months we at the funeral 

I swear to God that shit was beautiful 

Five x t's, durag's, the usual 

Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what they do to you" 

And this shit called "Kendrick You Next" 

I'm just on some shit this time, everybody get it 

You say my name, I give you a thousand 

Just that simple...