Meek Mill - Repo (Ca#sidy Diss)

that's the best he got? Ca#sidy finna eat Tweet Millz alive [pic][pic]

RIP MMG

dam that was a meek record right at ca#s. like pac in a way

Ok I just listened & it doesnt compare lol. Ca#s song had a concept and he was calm as !! like it was a regular song. Meek sound like ca#s hit a nerve & he talked about hisself more than he ca#s. niccaz don't care about the respect of being the nices anymore as long as their getting money obviously.

I wasn't even gon post this !! I was jus gon PM certain niccas but I'm like !! it.

Ya niccas proly was gon b like "oh you scared "aah -ahh" all that otha bs


its lite !! tho...



"Stylistically and statistically the Bronx dun did it all
I seen em come and fall
I dun seen niccas stunt n ball
Clothes have went from baggy to fitted
Dudes dun caught cases and been acquitted
Alotta real !! and fake !! transpires over time
It's becoming more and more common to see fake niccas rhyme
And if that wasn't bad enough its seemingly ok to take niccas lines
Nobody's original anymore they just wanna ride other niccas shines
I mean the closest they get to a star is dressing em in the lavish !!
They only see stars on paper they the asterisk
Cuz they ain't hard enough to look in the dark n look 4 stars
I'm more than a mind reader I look in ya heart when I look for bars
When I look at most u niccas
I feel ya playing wit my bread when you rap
Not even on sum clever !! the way you play with my head when you rap
Like you want me to support ya muzik
And give me fiction and not fact
Ya Betta off in da movies the way ya want me 2 support the act"





"This right here can't be life
What we livin can't be right
What I'm listenin 2 candy right?
Why things is so outta order
Why bills ain't Neva on my order
Sorta y I praise alpo and rich porter
I don't understand ignorance is bliss
Or just ain't far from this
Why dat model !! need the Cris
Somebody poorer than her don't need the !!
But they needed this
This pc ov da bread I threw her on
These wack niccas wit bread is on the song
This life is just all wrong
I can't be the only one feeling this way
I can't be the last real nicca wit feelings to say
This gotta be my last day smoking this weed
This gotta be my last day furthering my greed
Or even if I'm telling the truth
Or jus preaching better to youth
I look myself in the mirror and jus say wats the use
Whateva it is we don't use
I go to Harlem for no music
And clap my hands and flow to it
And proly beat on it and pro tool it
Low music or no music
My !! better than wat these niccas puttin out
And more real then them niccas that was supposedly supposed to be the lookout
I'm kinda confused on how you could be loyal and grimy
O yea anotha contradiction don't remind me
Ya !! wit dem !! guys
get done up wit plucked eyes
Now I kno y ya do allat !!riding
Cuz ya luv guys
Shakin my head they done provided women with the neglection
On my wedding day im electing to skip the wedding
Str8 to The reception
To have the chance to be plotting for that new erection
!! that 1 woman se#ing
I'm tryna jus say that I have dealt them
I'm tryna get this nicca money I'm Tryin well em
Enuff wit dat ignorant !! got damn I'm Tryin Tell em"



I'm done the talk is over