Cassidy – R.a.i.d. (meek Mill Diss) Lyrics


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

Yeah, you been on my dick

You should’ve took your own fucking advice

You know you not fucking with me

I used to help you write your raps, give you tips on how to get better

I used to tutor you, know you want to disrespect your teacher?

Well you got a problem on your hands that you can’t deal with


[Verse 1]

Aye yo you ain’t got nothing on me

They couldn’t wait for me to diss you on a song

Cause you was fucking corny

Remember when you used to run up on me, like

Cass’, please listen to my song

You used to play your shit like, this a hit Cass’

I was thinking, man that shit trash, why you lay this shit

You said Cosmic Kev gave you shit

Cause he ain’t never played your shit

If you ain’t mean it, why you say this shit

[Verse 2]

Now your song getting played everyday and shit

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 then get my ass fucked

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]

You was a fucking bum, you couldn’t even get your braids fucking done

It looked like you was growing dreads

And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow

But in jail was the only time I hung around a C.O.

I’m the illest M.C. yo

Why you wanna try me? Man I’m the S.H.I.T.

You niggas 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 shit

And drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me

R.I.P. see the mortician

Boy, I ain’t doin no more twittin’, get your door kicked in

[Verse 4]

Come on you be drawn, nigga I ain’t bull shittin’

How you go on Twitter tweeting that the bull snitchin’?

Listen, you better off tryna’ make a verse

Cause the shit that you tweet only gon’ make it worse

You a dry snitch, tryna’ say that I snitch

Bitch I never opened my lips, where the paperwork?

You was in Pit’ on the court with a P.D.

No commisary, 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]

I hate talking bout the past

But why shit 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 of 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

Niggas 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]

Who cares about how you supposed to be rich

Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, bitch

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 cockroach, I’m the dopest nigga 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]

That ice moissanite in that imitation watch

So why you always rapping bout how much cake you got?

You a son of a bitch, 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 fuck 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]

See your name was Meek Millz and now it’s Meek Mill

You couldn’t even keep the fucking z in your name

You the biggest pussy in the game, I got your cat shook

“Cassidy losing to Meek,” now how does that look?

Why you drop that song Repo? That was a whack 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 boy, that’s what I made the song Rave 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]

I signed a deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy

You got some nice whips but none of them shits 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 know that you niggas is fucking bogus

You might as well pre order your rest in peace posters

You niggas bout to go night night, buenos noches

Fuck them all, “I bury those cockroaches”

This ain’t about who the richest and who the brokest

This is about who the dopest, a nigga focused

You moved from Philly

You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed your eviction notice

[Verse 10]

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 fucking busy, ain’t nobody fucking with me

[Verse 11]

Under dignity, I been pretty all my damn life

Damn right, you might can flow but you can’t write

You not trying to go to jail and lose your damn life

If we start beefin’ so lets keep it on the damn mic

Fuck 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 dick and dick ride Ross, pause

Keep your eyes on the sparrow Meek

Cause riding other niggas dicks is not a good way to travel Meek

So get off, yeah you tried to get your shit off

But your shit soft, you gon’ get your head ripped off

And all the fronting that you doing got me pissed off

Nothing that you write true, that’s why I don’t like you

[Verse 12]

I don’t know why hyped you, all your bars recycled

Fuck 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 bitch and my dick start making out

You already know every radio station bout to have this song bumping

Like a nigga that’s breaking out

Look, you can put my raps in the crack file

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 them get your style back

You not a loud pack, you a black mild, you just rap loud

[Verse 13]

And you are whack cause you rap with another cat’s style

I ain’t feeling Robert Meek 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

Get that doctor, get that nurse

In the hospital bed, you won’t 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]

But I’m bout to blow up like an airbed, you air head

I keep it gutta’ nigga, word to mother nigga

You signed to a nigga that’s signed to another nigga

With a three-sixty deal

So that mean any time you get money you split money with other niggas

You break bread, your homies will say I love you nigga

But they not supporting you, they extorting you

When you was broke all them niggas was not around

But now look at all the niggas you got around

Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting chisle

All them niggas with you gon’ want to start forgetful

I’ve been through it before, I’m not gon’ bullshit you

[Verse 15]

It’s official, same shit different toilet tissue

It’s like they might shoot they pistol

But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon’ come to get you

That’s your case, they only know your face

And you can’t afford it nigga, even if your dope straight

It’s a slow wait, plus you on probation

And being caged in is a fucked up situation

I’m trying to school you cause you my kid

And I’m concerned that you gotta learn from the dumb shit 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

But “what you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks?”

[Verse 16]

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 cockroach burial

I’m too hot and got too much material

But you annoying, I’m getting tired of hearing you

You so pussy you probably get a venereal disease

Meek I’m your father, how do you lead?

You know your whole team weak

And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than ya ass, nigga I seen the tweet

My nigga Jad’ made you had your worse nightmare

[Verse 17]

Lost any 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 shit you can do

Plus the rest of your niggas can get it too


I get at them, right after I get at you

Yeah I said it, the rest of your niggas can get it too

I get at them, right after I get at you