Lyrics:
Yeah! I go by the name of Cassidy!
I'm gonna sing a rap song about violence
Cause that's what I see
I mean everybody's violent
And sometimes I'm even
And then I'm dipping
Lord knows I got a lot
It's like I'm Pippen
Man you stay under committed
Who you kidding kid
I got big business bitch
And you know
I
every time I ride by
Fish tailing in my space ship watch me fly by
This is what I do, man, this shit isn't new to me
I got a loose screw, so I always keep
it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know
What? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
y'all get the picture
Money
about it
Wrong side of the track
This is the bottom
Boulevard of broken dreams
Stick up kid
Dope fiend
Cop shot him down
17 I still hear him scream
For
catching me you know I'm about to book it
It's the life I live always dodge the pen
I mean that all depends if I get caught in the new Benz that I just
kids
We gotta do better
Think about if that was your kid laid on a slab
Got hit on some innocent aint have nothing wit nothing
Just having a good time
backward it's a brand new day
Somethin' like a actor all the shit I say
But hear me out today is gonna be the day cuz I heard them say
Yes I'm on my way,
[Narrator:]
Rolling out motherfuckers it's the Robots in Disguise
Led by Optimus Prime, a bot whose power never dies
Cars and vans and planes,
It's so hard to be the greatest
Man you never gonna make it
Well I ain't giving up til I'm fucking stuck at the top and its only us
Understand that I've
the industry cold
And so you gon' do what it takes to survive
Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent
But don't never reach out to say hi
Maybe that
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, uh
This is how the story begins
Yeah, uh
It started as a little middle-aged
Married couple who just had an only kid
Talking 'bout what niggas tryna do, just not new
Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong
I guess you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
favorite colors
But we keep going
And don't let it get to our fears
I should know
I haven't put out a new record in years
See, I was once beloved
But my
seen, gonna sit right here on my brand new porch cause this house is good enough for me, {51 51 gardner} it's a nice house I don't need much it's got
on snub block
He got booked with an ounce of crack
Shit was rock
They tried to take that nigga in
We hold up shit to stop, put it in the car
They couldn't
Yeah I Do this
To Be Frank before the rapping
I was not the cool kid
The same ones that shout me out
And claim they love my music
Was just hating
3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing they call the human beat box craze
What it's like for a nigga like me
Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money,
any areas in this shit I should improve at
So who tryna wake up the dragon? You?
Nah, I wouldn't do that
Okay, alright
It's about to go down
It's
to get big?
I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kids lips.
That shits as worse as it gets,
This verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie
my game
Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain
About to go in, to push a BID, for wrongs I done DID
Goin away party at the CRIB
Me and my friends
Chamillitary click, is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron see, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]
A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kid
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