Hello?
Yo, I aint talk to you in a miunte
You was upstate biddin
Yeah, 10-year sentence
Yup, you got locked up when I did big business
You got in the business and did it big, no pun intended
You always was dope, and I hope you dont get offended
but you need to drop a hot record and stay consistent
I am, yo, listen, I slaughter my competition
I just aint on the radio cause I aint ass-kissin
Cass, you know you sickening
I be talkin slick
Im just talking shit, but yo, when the last time you talk to Swizz?
A long time ago
What, you dont get along with him?
Naw, its all love
Well, you need to do a song with him
I dont know whats wrong with him, but we dont never speak
You got hot bars you just need to get some better beats
Yall put plaques on the wall a couple times, but life goes on
Hold on, my other line whats up?
Ayo Cass, these niggas getting me mad
They think you fell off, you need to get in your bag
Im bout to spazz, these niggas get on my nerves
Cause they not showing you the respect that you deserve
Thats my word, you been spittin the truth
Nothin but punch lines every time you get in the booth
You spit some hot shit on the track and its a wrap
You already know, but yo, Imma hit you back
Yo, Ball
Ayo, whats crackin pimp?
You was snappin pimp, but I dont know what happened, pimp
Shit changed, you aint been the same since the accident
Man, you said I was the best
But now I aint that convinced
You need to get back with Swizz and make platinum hits
You aint drop a album in a while, you the problem child
Chill, yeah, Im still a problem, but Im not a child
I aint tryin to hate, but why you made that song Condom Style?
Too many people got infected, you gotta protect it
And I could not neglect it, somebody gotta address it
Its a positive message
But I dont think it was hot
Whether you think its hot or not you, gotta respect it
You mad that Im not talking reckless?
I dropped a record and got an endorsement deal so Im not affected
You had more metaphors before I got arrested
but Im glad you doing business
Hold on for a minute talk to me
Yo, I heard you the other time, Im on the other line
Yo bro
Yo Im still here, peep this, Im still in the street, shit
I need to hear some street shit
Im spitting fire, Im getting tired of all this weak shit
Me too, but what you gon do about this Meek shit?
He said he wanna battle niggas
but when I took him up on his offer he started to reconsider
That cat lame, on every song he rap the same
That cat changed, he got a deal and dont act the same
That nigga wildin cause he sold a couple hundred thousand
But I sold triple what that nigga sold my first album
He not sellin cause that nigga cant stop yellin
He know he cant fuck with you, that nigga look up to you
That aint nothing new, I raised son
I was around when that clown couldnt even get his braids done
Why he dropped that Im a Boss shit?
Cause his boss say he a (BAUCE) and he just on his boss dick
I usually dont get mad, but I had enough
When he dropped that song Amen that was blasphemous
He should praise his heavenly father, the creator
But yo, I gotta go, Imma holla at you later
Easy