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[Verse 1: Cassidy] Cats lame, the rap game in a weird place Every time I listen to niggas I get a earache That coke coming in a square shape I drop it in hot water and whip 'til it deteriorate They say I'm broke and it's sheer hate I've been getting over 10 grand a show for 10 years straight And if you wear tight clothes, then you years late That was back when cats got perms to make there hair straight You scared straight, I ride out, no air breaks Fuck you, when I cut you, you will bleed like a rare steak That sour D got a rare taste And it stink just like piss on a project staircase It's in my clothes, you smelling it, They say don't get high of you own supply, But I'm selling it and inhaling it And haters say that I'm irrelevant, but them niggas not that intelligent Keep yea mouth closed dumby I'm not that old, but got old money That's why the niggas wanna be me and the hoes love me They got gallons of that shit that cure colds from me And they get that shit that they sniff up there nose from me It's a fucking rizzy, cause I get fucking busy So fuck a city, I'm the king of the whole country I talk that shit cause I could back it up Rap it up, if you can't rap before I smack you up Yup, your bitch come told me to snatch her up SongtexteBut I just got head cause her ass wasn't fat enough I put years and add 'em up, Plus I'm married to hip-hop, you ain't gon' fuck my marriage up You tryna ball but got hurt knees You must a had a dutch filled with dirt weed and a bag of dust Yo don't make me pick the ratchet up, shoot you in your stomach Make your guts fall out, like when you crack a dutch I hear you rapping, I be cracking up Like you can't be serious, this nigga is hilarious What you tryna do, like every time I hear a rhyme from you I bust out laughing, you should go on ComicView You comical, you remind me of Kevin Hart You trash, but you be gassed up, like you never fart I might bite, but I never bark I just tide 'til the wheels fall of, I don't ever park I might fall off some day, But my Control freestyle got over a million views in one day So they should sign me, no label or machine behind me Just got my die hard fans and my team behind me You would think I had the army of Marines behind me You not a solider nigga, I will expose you niggas I been in the street, I got folks shook Niggas in the business is weak, I got spit coke cooked I just need a notebook, a pen and a beat I eat rappers up, then floss skin out my teeth I'm the Problem, still going by the same name The game change, but I'm staying in the same lane With or without a label, I'm able to maintain Cause I got it locked like a chain gang I mean it ain't the same game, from when I got brung in I was young then, but I'm feeling like I'm young again You think I'm done, then you too funny Cause if thirty the new twenty, then I'm only twenty-one then You young men better calm down Before I turn my palm around, then back slap you and laugh at you And how you figure that I'm washed up Cause all you dirty ass niggas never wash up Tight ass pants on, nuts all squashed up Man they'd a poke you in your butt if you was locked up And how you get signed, whose cock got sucked Cause you got the toilet stuck with all them bullshit rhymes You ain't never say a sick line I beat the beat up, with a bunch of punches when I kick rhymes I remember looking in my idols eyes And he looking back at me like, I'm the one he idolize I hear a lot of rhymes, from a lot of guys But I only like 'em if they hot, like McDonald' fries My worst verse better then your best rhyme So why the fuck you gassed up like an Exxon I could write a hundred bars and start on my next rhyme In less time then it take you to write your next line I'm an ex-con, thinking 'bout the next crime I'mma do and how I'mma get away with it next time I guess I'm a commodity Obviously I'm special, my bars affect your psychologically You can't take the hood outta me, I'm too gutter And you a son of a bitch, you got two mothers I make music that the ghetto like I got Tequila in my cup, and a dutch full of Melo wife I moved out the hood, but still live a ghetto life And you the type to wear a helmet on a pedal bike The softest nigga that I ever met, better yet You way softer then all the niggas I never met You so sweet, so put a cheese, them shells and make a head of lettuce look like taco meat And all them cats that you think can rap It's thinking back like, "damn how the fuck that man think of that?" Tryna find a rhyme better then this rap verse It take so much time Jesus [??] came back first Every rapper bar think I clowned 'em And all the fans gon' be making a face like something stink around 'em You can't deny that this a hot verse But I'm just getting started, it's about to get a lot worse Aus Songtexte Mania