R.A.I.D. (Robert Ass Is Dead) [Meek Mill Diss] lyrics

[Sample: Meek Mill]
Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man, know what I'm saying?
It ain't easy to get around them punchlines he gon' bring to you in a battle
I don't care what you say
How it sound back then or, you ain't getting around that in no battle
It ain't easy, you know what I'm saying
That boy, that's what he do professionally, he been doing it
I seen Cassidy been in probably more than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't think he had one L
And I don't think a new guy is gonna step up and give him the L that easily

[Intro: Cassidy]
Yeah, you been on my di*k
You should've took your own f*cking advice
You know you not f*cking with me
I used to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you, now you want to disrespect your teacher?
Well you got a problem on your hands that you can't deal with
b*tch

[Verse 1: Cassidy]
Aye yo you ain't got nothing on me
They couldn't wait for me to diss you on a song
'Cause you was f*cking corny
Remember when you used to run up on me, like
Cass', please listen to my song
You used to play your sh*t like, this a hit Cass'
I was thinking, man that sh*t trash, why lay the sh*t
You said Cosmic Kev gay as sh*t
Cause he ain't never play your sh*t
If you ain't mean it, why you say the sh*t
[Verse 2: Cassidy]
Now your song getting played everyday and sh*t
So you gassed up, but I still eat your ass up
You turned into a fag to get your cash up
But, I'd rather be broke than get my ass f*cked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not the kind that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at your funeral
'Cause you wasn't getting bread then
Now you trying to ride out, but you coming down a dead end

[Verse 3: Cassidy]
You was a f*cking bum
You couldn't even get your braids f*cking done
It looked like you was growing dreads in
And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time I hung around a C.O. (Hunh!)
I'm the illest M.C. yo, why you wanna try me?
Man I'm the S.H.I.T, you n*ggas shook up like Ali
I spit cook up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V
You would rather eat a whole bowl full of dog sh*t
And drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me
R.I.P. see the mortician
Bul, I ain't doin no more twittin', get your door kicked in
[Verse 4: Cassidy]
Come on you be drawn, n*gga I ain't bullsh*ttin'
How you go on Twitter twitting that the bul snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a verse
'Cause the sh*t that you twit just only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I snitch
b*tch I never opened my lips, where the paperwork?
You was in Pit' goin to court with a P.D
No commissary, couldn't even make a chee-chee
When I was locked up, I was on T.V
Soon as dudes turned on the news they would see me
So yeah they put me on P.C., I'm not debatin'
For the first month, did the final seven on population

[Verse 5: Cassidy]
I hate talking bout the past
But wild sh*t be coming out your mouth
'Cause you're talking out your ass
But watch how you talk when you talking bout Cass'
'Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get your career ended
You finished, your whole career is a gimmick
You must've lost your damn mind screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to have a house party at
You can hardly rap, all you do is make party tracks
n*ggas know Meek sound so weak on a slow beat
You blew up fast, but now you got a slow leak
All you gon' hear about is how Cass' aired you out
[Verse 6: Cassidy]
Who cares about how you supposed to be rich
Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, b*tch
You really hyped but you ain't even repping Philly right
You not a Big Willie just cause you know how to wheelie bikes, right
It's like I was sixteen doing it
You c*ckroach, I'm the dopest n*gga you seen doing it
Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam screen
In them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation flopped
'Cause you tell a bunch of lies and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustling, cause you wasn't
You never had keys, like a combination lock

[Verse 7: Cassidy]
That ice moissanite in that imitation watch
So why you always rapping bout how much cake you got?
You a son of a b*tch, tryna imitate your pop
And you never was a thug, why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like, where the f*ck is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped
You know me, an O.G. in the game
On point, like Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the dopest M.C. in the game
How you expect to keep respect long as me in the game?

[Verse 8: Cassidy]
See your name was Meek Millz and now it's Meek Mill
You couldn't even keep the f*cking z in your name
You the biggest pus*y in the game, I got you cats shook
"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how does that look?
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a wack look
The streets know the people need to repo your rap book
I'm back look, this what I prayed for
You dug your own grave bul, that's what I made the song R.A.I.D. for
And Meek, how you gon' wage war
When the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid tour?
You getting paid, I got paid more
Way more, I just get it and spend it, I should've saved more

[Verse 9: Cassidy]
I signed a deal when you was in the sixth grade, bul
You got some nice whips but none of them sh*ts is paid for
Man you leased it, don't keep it a damn secret
You could front for a couple of months but you can't keep it
And everybody notice you n*ggas is f*cking bogus
You might as well preorder your rest in peace posters
You n*ggas bout to go night night, buenas noches
f*ck them all, "I bury those c*ckroaches"
This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, a n*gga focused
You moved from Philly
You only in the city 'cause in L.A., Big U signed your eviction notice

[Verse 10: Cassidy]
You jokers better keep your mouth closed
I was a household name 'fore you was coming out your household
I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep a weapon on me just in case
No I don't wanna catch a case
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I ain't tryna keep my weapon safe
You extra fake, show some respect
'Cause I was there when all you used to wear was dirty ass v-necks
You spit a bunch of B.S., you don't want it with me
I get f*cking busy, ain't nobody f*cking with me
Under dig me, I been gritty all my damn life
Damn right, you might can flow but you can't write

[Verse 11: Cassidy]
You not trying to go to jail and lose your damn life
If we start beefin' so lets keep it on the damn mic
f*ck all the damn hype, this about bars
It's not about rollies, it's not about cars
It's not about Y.S.L. or Audemars
You jumped off my di*k to di*k ride Ross, pause
Keep your eyes on the sparrow Meek
'Cause riding other n*ggas' di*ks is not a good way to travel Meek
So get off, yeah you tried to get your sh*t off
But your sh*t soft, you gon' get your head ripped off
And all the fronting that you doing got me p*ssed off
Nothing that you write true, that's why I don't like you

[Verse 12: Cassidy]
I don't know who hyped you, all your bars recycled
f*ck who got opinions, you know you not winnin'
I been hot from the beginning
Son you got problems when they tired of your style after one album
I'm not finished, you the dude I'mma chew up
You my son, one of my sperm cells that grew up
Yup, I brought you in this world and I can take you out
Then let your b*tch and my di*k start making out
You already know every radio station bout to have this song bumping
Like a n*gga that's breaking out
Look, you can put my raps in the crack vial
That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk style
And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap style awhile back
Let him get his style back
You not a loud pack, you a black mild, you just rap loud

[Verse 13: Cassidy]
And you all wack cause you rap with another cat's style
I ain't feeling Robert Rihmeek Williams
I'mma kill him, and I can care less if he catch feelings
The Meek shall inherit the Earth
Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit when he buried in dirt
Meek, you never should've spit that verse
I ain't Loaded Lux but you know what's up
You bout to get that work
Yea, get that doctor, get that nurse
In the hospital bed, you gon get that first
Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse
Get that pastor, get that church
Your career dead, yeah
And you can keep sleeping on me

[Verse 14: Cassidy]
But I'm bout to blow up like an airbed, you air head
I keep it gutta' n*gga, word to mother n*gga
You signed to a n*gga that's signed to another n*gga
With a three-sixty deal
So that mean any time you get money you split money with other n*ggas
You break bread, your homies will say I love you n*gga
But they not supporting you, they extorting you
When you was broke all them n*ggas was not around
But now look at all the n*ggas you got around
Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting chisle
All them n*ggas with you gon' start to get forgetful
I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bullsh*t you

[Verse 15: Cassidy]
It's official, same sh*t different toilet tissue
It's like they might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon' come and get you
That's your case, they only know your face
And you can't afford it n*gga, even if your dough straight
It's a slow wait, plus you on probation
And being caged in is a f*cked up situation
I'm trying to school you cause you my kid
And I'm concerned, you gotta learn from the dumb sh*t that you done did
But you always been a stupid kid
You got a little brain even though your head's stupid big
And you might be getting up in some puss

[Verse 16: Cassidy]
But "what you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks?"
What? You look like an animal in the face
You remind me of that monkey on "Planet of the Apes"
Wait, I see panic in your face
I know I'm scaring you, this the c*ckroach burial
I'm too hot and got too much material
But you annoying, I'm getting tired of hearing you
You so pus*y you probably get a venereal disease
Meek I'm your father, out of your league
You know your whole team weak
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than ya ass, n*gga I seen the tweet
My n*gga Jag made you have your Worse Nightmare

[Verse 17: Cassidy]
Larceny fam' right here, and we don't fight fair
And we ain't like your squad cause we all ride
Meek, you be looking all nervous with the frog eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too
So Robert's ass is dead, and ain't sh*t you can do
Plus the rest of your n*ggas can get it too

[Outro: Cassidy]
I get at them, right after I get at you
Yeah I said it, the rest of your n*ggas can get it too
I get at them, right after I get at you
Faggot!
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