Ca**idy - Me, Myself, and iPhone (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1] Hello? Yo I ain't talk to you in a minute You was upstate big Yeah, a ten year sentence Yup, you got locked up when I did big business You got into business and did it big no pun intended You always was dope and I hope you don't get offended But you need to drop a hot record and stay consistent I am yo listen I slaughter my competition I just ain't on the radio cause I ain't a** kissing Ca** you know you sickening I be talking slick I'm just talking sh**, but yo when the last time you talk to Swizz? A long time ago What you don't get along with him? Nah, it's all love Well you need to do a song with him I don't know what's wrong with him, but we don't never speak You got hot bars you just need to get some better beats Ya'll put plaques on the wall a couple times, but life goes on Hold on my other line. What's Up! [Hook] A yo Ca** these n***as getting me mad They think you fell off, you need to get in your bag I'm bout' to spazz these n***as get on my nerves Cause they not showing you the respect that you deserve That's my word you been spitting the truth Nothing but punch lines every time you get in the booth You spit some hot sh** on the track and it's a wrap [Verse 2:] You already know, but yo I'mma hit you back Yo Ball A yo what's cracking pimp You was snapping pimp, but I don't know what happened pimp sh** changed, you ain't been the same since the accident Man you said I was the best But now I ain't that convinced You need to get back with Swizz and make platinum hits You ain't drop a album in a while you the problem child Chill yeah I'm still a problem, but I'm not a child I ain't trying 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 It's a positive message But I don't think it was hot Whether you think it's hot or not you gotta respect it You mad that I'm not talking reckless? I dropped a record and got an endorsement deal so I'm not affected You had more metaphor's before I got arrested, but I'm glad you doing business Hold on for a minute... talk to me [Hook] A yo Ca** these n***as getting me mad They think you fell off, you need to get in your bag I'm bout' to spazz these n***as get on my nerves Cause they not showing you the respect that you deserve That's my word you been spitting the truth Nothing but punch lines every time you get in the booth You spit some hot sh** on the track and it's a wrap [Verse 3] Yo I heard you the other time, I'm on the other line Yo bro Yo I'm still here peep this I'm still in the street sh** I need to hear some street sh** I'm spitting fire I'm getting tired of all this weak sh** Me too, but what you gonna do about this Meek sh**? He said he wanna battle n***as, 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 don't act the same That n***a wilding cause he sold a couple hundred thousand But I sold triple what that n***a sold my first album He not selling cause that n***a can't stop yelling He know he can't f** with you that n***a look up to you That ain't nothing new I raised son I was around when that clown couldn't even get his braids done Why he dropped that I'm a boss sh**? Cause his boss say he a (Boss) and he just on his boss dick I usually don't 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 I'mma holla at you later easy