Ca**idy - Raid (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Everybody know Ca**idy 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 Ca**idy 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 f**ing advice You know you not f**ing 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 b**h [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 f**ing corny Remember when you used to run up on me, like Ca**', please listen to my song You used to play your sh** like, this a hit Ca**' I was thinking, man that sh** trash, why you lay this sh** You said Cosmic Kev gave you sh** Cause he ain't never played your sh** If you ain't mean it, why you say this sh** [Verse 2] Now your song getting played everyday and sh** So you ga**ed up, but I still eat your a** up You turned into a f*g to get your cash up But, I'd rather be broke then get my a** f**ed 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, k** 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 f**ing bum, you couldn't even get your braids f**ing 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. (Hunh!) I'm the illest M.C. yo Why you wanna try me? Man I'm the S.H.I.T. You n***as 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** 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, n***a I ain't bullsh**tin' How you go on Twitter tweeting that The Bull snitchin'? Listen, you better off tryna' make a verse Cause the sh** that you tweet only gon' make it worse You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I snitch b**h I never opened my lips, where the paperwork? You was in Pit' on the 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] I hate talking bout the past But why sh** be coming out your mouth, cause you're talking out your a** But watch how you talk when you talking bout Ca**' 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 n***as 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 Ca**' 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, b**h 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 co*kroach, I'm the dopest n***a you seen doing it Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam screen In them dirty a** 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 b**h, 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** 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 f**ing z in your name You the biggest p**y in the game, I got your cat shook "Ca**idy 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 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] I signed a deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy You got some nice whips but none of them sh**s 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 n***as is f**ing bogus You might as well pre order your rest in peace posters You n***as bout to go night night, buenas noches f** them all, "I bury those co*kroaches" This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest This is about who the dopest, a n***a 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 a** v-necks You spit a bunch of B.S., you don't want it with me I get f**ing busy, ain't nobody f**ing 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 f** 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 n***as dicks is not a good way to travel Meek So get off, yeah you tried to get your sh** off But your sh** 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 who hyped you, all your bars recycled f** 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 s**m cells that grew up Yup, I brought you in this world and I can take you out Then let your b**h and my dick start making out You already know every radio station bout to have this song bumping Like a n***a 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 k** 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' n***a, word to mother n***a You signed to a n***a that's signed to another n***a With a three-sixty deal So that mean any time you get money you split money with other n***as You break bread, your homies will say I love you n***a But they not supporting you, they extorting you When you was broke all them n***as was not around But now look at all the n***as you got around Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting chisle All them n***as with you gon' want to start forgetful I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bullsh** you [Verse 15] It's official, same sh** 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 n***a, even if your dope straight It's a slow wait, plus you on probation And being caged in is a f**ed up situation I'm trying to school you cause you my kid And I'm concerned that you gotta learn from the dumb sh** 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 co*kroach burial I'm too hot and got too much material But you annoying, I'm getting tired of hearing you You so p**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 a**, n***a I seen the tweet My n***a Jag made you have your worse nightmare [Verse 17] 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 a** is dead, and ain't sh** you can do Plus the rest of your n***as can get it too [Outro] I get at them, right after I get at you Yeah I said it, the rest of your n***as can get it too I get at them, right after I get at you f*g