Lyrics Perjury - Cassidy

Perjury

Bars is back
These niggas out here still stealing my bars committing perjury and all of that
These niggas gotta be hommid
I’m about to show them how you really suppose to carry
I got more heat than that Canadian bacon
My niggas clap drums have guns that’s arrib shaking
That got kick like a feel good
MY team will roll
In the field throwing bullets like gravy and pink
You start to shine niggas is shady waiting to put your lights out
So pray you got a place to stay up in christ house
I stay iced out never been to the white house
For seeing presidents from a house I was selling white out
And what I write about make my bars hard to bite
Bars keeping still you keep stealing all the bars you write
Fuck all the hype you been a bitch all your life
But to shoot a chick push you into harlem nights
That bar was nice cause it was about me
Dont diss in a house breaking but I don’t give a shit
You dissed Lil Baby clout chasing it ain’t about nathan til you laying up in
gravy with your scalp baking
I might aim the thing cause life ying and tying
Its like Christ wouldn’t exist without satan
I got hitters on the couch waiting
And if the text from me come out and step on the beat drum
A dead man I need to see one
Hit my whats up so I can see whats happening freerun
That mean I got a dick its a he-she gunning
Dickcab it mean it can fuck you up precum
Bitch you think we dumb you ain’t from where we from
Canada got free healthcare you gonna need some
Its stolen bars in all the records that he done
None of his shit is original, shit pitiful
I was selling records for the game went digital
I started from the bottom like a midget do but niggas knew
The industry was pissing me off when i had shit to do
After my lil bitch was due my accident was critical
If you do it big and they can’t find a bigger you
They will get a look a like that ain’t lit as you
You can’t pay homage biting off a nigga too
Dog you bite off way too much shit to chew
Im getting sick of you culture vultures
Yo i hope you brought a gun cause my youngest son big than you
Its difficult to win when nobody talk as slick as you
And there ain’t rappers miserable that can think as quick as you
So they think of ways to try and steal shit from you without giving credit
Pathetic and premissable
You be stealing from other niggas too
And in my old tracks you spit my old rap like it was you
And you spit the whole rap like it was you and I’m
Not the one who created you i hated it
Young niggas trying run with my outdated shit
I may be lil wesson and lil pop jada smith
You ain’t never use a razor to shave a brick and use a priwreck to use it
strength and make it flip
And how you clap at the hot girls favorite chick
Tory when i heard that story that shit made me sick
My lazy crazy shit
And i been cute my whole life i look nice in my baby pics
I’m not a baby bitch i was born in 82 and knew what i was here for that’s 86
You on some crazy shit you must be on a lace front
I got a street sweeper this case slayer if you can’t stunt
Boy you look like a premature dinosaur
And you going bald you need a lace front
Its straight skunk in this backwood
Genetrication is white people moving into the black hood
This guy can get his shit genetrified
Crack is knocking to the white meat tapping pockets like fashion
You cats sure can’t pay homage im your inspiration
Im audictic but y’all gimmicks imitation that’s in the taking
But life like a sims game with the stick im holding im controlling the
simulation
Im innovation you you emulating copy that
Im the one you cats copying you the copy cat
If i dont get guap from rap i can hit poppy that
I shot a opp but a opp never shot me
You can’t sing or do regge you gotta rap
And you gotta write it yourself to get props for that
Stop the cap you listen to some bars that i said already
You took notes like the secretary
Corse i know you thought i was the best already but committing perjury wasn’t
neccarssy
Wait fuck the hate cause im legendary
You hold enough weight to get them off your back