Locked for 2 long, been hot for to long,
Watch you wont be on the top for to long,
Oc, stop tryin be pac when you do songs,
I shot gunz you gotta pop wit 2 arms,
Ma cock 2 long, ma shot to visious,
Im in a h2 gettin top from to bitches,
Let do business,i gettin pies in,
And i been had it crackin like dry skin,
We pretend,i live what i sing about,
I bought i crib and i aint even got a single out,
And they already got a best of cassidy,
And none of yall niggaz can mess wit cassidy,
U wont shine if you mess wit cassidy,
U jus aint got enough mind compasidity,
I aint a game,i aint a joke and
I got change i aint broke and
I aint sweet neither,i got beat heaters,
And i keep divas,meat beaters,
The fever,lift your sole like cheap sneakers,
And i hit cats wit the ax and meat cleavers,
And i have ya ass stashed in the deep freezer,
And the squad that i ride wit is heat squeezers,
On some get cake shit,my album a problem this jus my mixtape shit(bitch)