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)