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Free Bars (cASSidy Diss)
Crazy how Hustlas turn to strugglers
Your origins is a worthless customer
Since you didnt earn enough, it sucks
Same day you learn you fuckin' stuck
So how you diss, and you need mills
But... now is this because Meek Mill?
Youre out of shit and you need deals
Its time to quit with your weak skills
2004, 2006, times clearly surpass you
You outdated and I clearly outrap you
Cass outclassed was merely a hassle
Got bodied as I clearly attacked you
So if aint nothing good about Goodz
Why take the battle if you knew you were lavishing stacks
Cass all we see is ass when you rap
There's nothing to break down, and that's the actual facts
Cass all you spit is trash on a track
Then blame others, so youre getting mad that youre wack
You fell off and then you became a dumb writer
Too rough to ride on, how you made a Ruff Ryda?
Now you stealing others songs only makin' one fire
You got called out for taking it, there aint a umpire
You and DMX were trading pipes together
On some faggot shit, yall was taking pipes together
Take a look and you hate your life forever
Thinkin' "If I say it's hot, I'll make 'em hype whatever"
Any wash up ass old industry rappers like you need to stay dead
Either that or need to play dead
Honestly you old wash ups out there just need to make bread
Either that or keep a safe head
Dissing King Los only gonna get you a hunnid with me
Like when Gillie pulled up and he had a hundred of Gs
At your doorstep, then you said "He dont want it wit me"
After that smoke cleared, you start to run for your team
Before you fucked Swizz over and you owned him a beat
Had niggas waiting outside the studio, unfoldin' a scheme
STUPID ASS NIGGA, you on coke, you a fiend, you on dope
You a dweeb, you an addict stashing bars
It's the same reason you had crashed your car
And you live in a house where addicts are
Youve wrote projection we can ask your narcs
You and DMX were so high... yall probably wanted to cook Jay
Then rape on Jin and Eve since yall frontin' to "look straight"
Ruff Rydas fell off and the industry wanted some good taste
But yall was ridin' rough on them dicks and wanted a good stay
But now you're cashing out?
You didnt get in another car accident, so why you still rapping now?
You sure did crash your style
Mediocre is something you got to deal with and its your rapping sound
You a outdated lame son of a bitch...
Somebody should kill you for free, put a gun to your rib
Take a few to the lungs and the hips
And fuck Cassidy, theres somebody about to take one to his kids
When Cass and his fam die, we'll party and piss on one of their kids
Put the pistol to their faces and let them kiss the gun on the lips
Then mash out all the cash routes to get rid of some of the kids
Get rid of their social security and proved that none of them lived
Fuck Cass bitchass I hope you ready to die for that nigga
Meek Mill put out a hit on you and Ima ride for that nigga
How Cass Tha Hustla if a hustler supplied for that nigga?
If po's arrest you and Swizz found a line of crack nigga?
When you lie so much, you exposed from the true
You didnt steal it from GTN, GTN stole it from you
Bitch please, crowd booed you, know it's the truth
And you choked in life like your all battles, because...
Your washed up, over, and thru.
You bitch. Dont ask me for a motherfucking thing bro.
Fuck ya and hope everybody in your bloodline die. Hoe.
Your origins is a worthless customer
Since you didnt earn enough, it sucks
Same day you learn you fuckin' stuck
So how you diss, and you need mills
But... now is this because Meek Mill?
Youre out of shit and you need deals
Its time to quit with your weak skills
2004, 2006, times clearly surpass you
You outdated and I clearly outrap you
Cass outclassed was merely a hassle
Got bodied as I clearly attacked you
So if aint nothing good about Goodz
Why take the battle if you knew you were lavishing stacks
Cass all we see is ass when you rap
There's nothing to break down, and that's the actual facts
Cass all you spit is trash on a track
Then blame others, so youre getting mad that youre wack
You fell off and then you became a dumb writer
Too rough to ride on, how you made a Ruff Ryda?
Now you stealing others songs only makin' one fire
You got called out for taking it, there aint a umpire
You and DMX were trading pipes together
On some faggot shit, yall was taking pipes together
Take a look and you hate your life forever
Thinkin' "If I say it's hot, I'll make 'em hype whatever"
Any wash up ass old industry rappers like you need to stay dead
Either that or need to play dead
Honestly you old wash ups out there just need to make bread
Either that or keep a safe head
Dissing King Los only gonna get you a hunnid with me
Like when Gillie pulled up and he had a hundred of Gs
At your doorstep, then you said "He dont want it wit me"
After that smoke cleared, you start to run for your team
Before you fucked Swizz over and you owned him a beat
Had niggas waiting outside the studio, unfoldin' a scheme
STUPID ASS NIGGA, you on coke, you a fiend, you on dope
You a dweeb, you an addict stashing bars
It's the same reason you had crashed your car
And you live in a house where addicts are
Youve wrote projection we can ask your narcs
You and DMX were so high... yall probably wanted to cook Jay
Then rape on Jin and Eve since yall frontin' to "look straight"
Ruff Rydas fell off and the industry wanted some good taste
But yall was ridin' rough on them dicks and wanted a good stay
But now you're cashing out?
You didnt get in another car accident, so why you still rapping now?
You sure did crash your style
Mediocre is something you got to deal with and its your rapping sound
You a outdated lame son of a bitch...
Somebody should kill you for free, put a gun to your rib
Take a few to the lungs and the hips
And fuck Cassidy, theres somebody about to take one to his kids
When Cass and his fam die, we'll party and piss on one of their kids
Put the pistol to their faces and let them kiss the gun on the lips
Then mash out all the cash routes to get rid of some of the kids
Get rid of their social security and proved that none of them lived
Fuck Cass bitchass I hope you ready to die for that nigga
Meek Mill put out a hit on you and Ima ride for that nigga
How Cass Tha Hustla if a hustler supplied for that nigga?
If po's arrest you and Swizz found a line of crack nigga?
When you lie so much, you exposed from the true
You didnt steal it from GTN, GTN stole it from you
Bitch please, crowd booed you, know it's the truth
And you choked in life like your all battles, because...
Your washed up, over, and thru.
You bitch. Dont ask me for a motherfucking thing bro.
Fuck ya and hope everybody in your bloodline die. Hoe.
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