Lyrics
So, okay, you want to see some macho
Shit? I'm the most macho
Nigga out here i'm the most
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
Take money! Yeah! Take money! Haha
Unh!
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 tees, fake Mikes
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
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
Ca-ssidy! 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
One Swizzy's designing 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!"
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 hurs
This gon' make his dog mad
'Cause 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 it's 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, whoa!
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 long time, 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
Your shit like a 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 tees, durag's, the usual
Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what
They do to you?" OH!
And this shit called "Kendrick You Next"
I'm just on some shit this time around
Everybody get it
You say my name, I give you a thousand
It's just that simple
Meek Milly! Enuff, what up?