[Intro]
Yeah?
You been on my dick

You should've took your own $#&@ing advice
You know you not $#&@ing with me
I used to help you write your raps

Give you tips on how to get better
I use to tutor you - now you wanna disrespect your teacher?
Well you got a problem on your hands that you can't deal with

(*##$

[Verse]

Ayo, you ain't got nothin' on me
They couldn't wait for me to diss you in a song
'Cause you was $#&@ing corny

'Member when you use to run up on me like
?Cass, please listen to my song??
You used to play the %#@! like ?this a hit, Cass?

I was thinkin' ?man, that %#@! trash, why you lay this %#@!??
You said Cosmic Kev gave you %#@!
'Cause he ain't never play your %#@!

If you ain't mean it, why you say this %#@!?
Now your song gettin' played every day and %#@!
So you gassed up, but I'll still eat your $$# up

You turned into a !@$) to get your cash up
But, I'd rather be broke than get my $$# $#&@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 type that scab up

Yup, this what I'mma do to you
Kill you in a battle, then Wale can say a poem at your funeral (damn)
'Cause you wasn't getting bread then

Now you tryin' to ride out but you comin' down a dead end
You was a $#&@ing bum -
you couldn't even get your braids $#&@in' done

It looked like you was growin' dreads in
And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time I hung around a CO

I'm the illest emcee, yo
Why you wanna try me? Man, I'm the S.H.I.T.
You ^!$$%s shook up like Ali

I spit cook up - you don't wanna be hooked up to a IV
You a rabbit, eat a whole bowl full of dog %#@!
Then drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me

R.I.P. see the mortician, boy
I ain't doin' no more tweeting, get your door kicked in
Come on, you be drawn, ^!$$% I ain't bull%#@!tin'

How you go on Twitter tweeting that the boy snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryin' to make a verse
'Cause the %#@! that you tweet just only gon' make it worse

You a dry snitch tryin' to say that I snitched
(*##$, I never opened my lips, where the paper work?
You was in Pit goin' to court with a PD

No commissary, couldn't even make a Chi-Chi
When I was locked up, I was on TV
Soon as dudes turned on the news they would see me

So yeah they put me on PC, I'm not debatin'
For the first month did the final seven on population
I hate talkin' bout the past

But wild %#@! be comin' out your mouth
'Cause you talkin' out your $$#
But watch how you talk when you talkin' bout Cass

'Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get your career ended
You finished - your whole carrier is a gimmick
You must have lost your damn mind screamin' 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 could hardly rap, all you do is make party tracks

^!$$%s 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 Cass aired you out

Who cares about how you supposed to be rich?
Or how you ?ridin' in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist?
(*##$ - you really hype but you ain't even reppin' Philly right

You not a Big Willie just 'cause you know how to wheelie bikes
Right - it's like I was sixteen'd on it
You @@#!roach, I'm the dopest ^!$$% you seen on it
Don't make me put you on the Summer Jam screen
In them dirty $$# jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it

Your first album and that compilation flopped
'Cause you tell a lot of lies and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustlin' 'cause you wasn't
You never had keys like a combination lock
That ice moist tonight in that imitation watch

So why you always rappin' about how much cake you got?
You a son of (*##$, try and imitate your Pop
And you never was a thug, why you imitatin' Pac?
You was wrong for doin' that song 'Tupac Back'
I seen the video like ?where the $#&@ is Tupac at??

Then saw your boss, like ?nah, Tupac not fat?
I had Philly on lock before Tupac got clapped
You know me, a OG in the game
On point like Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the dopest emcee in the game

How you expect to keep respect long as me in the game?
See your name was Meek Millz, and now it's Meek Mill
You couldn't even keep the $#&@in' Z in your name
You the biggest #~!!@ in the game, I got you cats shook
?Cassidy losing to Meek?? Now how does that look?
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a wack look

The streets know them 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 this song 'Raid' for
And Meek, how you gon' wage war
when the GDs made MMG shut down they paid tour?
You getting' paid, I got paid more, way more
I just get it and spend it, I should've saved more

I singed deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy
You got some nice whips but none of them %#@!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 notice you ^!$$%s is $#&@in' bogus
You might as well preorder your Rest In Peace posters
You ^!$$%s 'bout to go night-night - buenos noches

$#&@ 'em all (I bury those @@#!roaches!)
This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, and ^!$$%, focus
You moved from Philly -
You only in the city 'cause in LA Big U signed your eviction notice
You jokers better keep your mouths closed
I was a household name before you was comin' out your household

I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep the 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 tryin' to keep my weapon safe
You extra fake show some respect
'Cause I was there when all you used to wear was dirty-ass V-necks

You spit a bunch of BS, you don't want it with me
I get $#&@in' busy, ain't nobody $#&@in' with me
Under-dig-me? I've been gritty all my damn life
Damn right, you might could flow but you can't write
You not tryin' to go to jail or lose your damn life
If we start beefin', so let's keep it on the damn mic
$#&@ all the damn hype, this about bars

It's not about Rollies, it's not about cars
It's not about YSL or Audemars
You jumped off my dick to dick-ride Ross (pause)
Keep your eyes on the sparrow, Meek
'Cause ridin' other ^!$$%s dicks is not a good way to travel, Meek
So get off, yeah, you tried to get your %#@! off
But your %#@! soft, you gon' get your head ripped off
And all the frontin' that you doin' got me pissed off
Nothin' that you write true, that's why I don't like you
I don't know who hyped, all your bars recycled
$#&@ who got opinions, you know you not winnin'
I've been hot from the beginning
Son you got problems when they tired of your style after one album
I'm not finished, you the dude I'mma chew up
You my son, one of my sperm cells that grew up
Yup, I brought you in this world and I could take you out
Then let your btich and my dick start makin' out
You already know every radio station
'Bout to have this %#@! bumpin' like a ^!$$% that's breakin' out
Look, you could put my raps in a crack vial
That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk's style
And that's foul, I told you to switch you rap style
A while back, let him get his style back
You not a loud pack, you a black mile, you just rap loud
And you all wack 'cause you rap with another cat's style
I ain't feelin' Robert or Meek Williams
I'mma kill him, and I could 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 of spit that verse
I ain't Loaded Lux, but you know what's up
'Bout to get that work, yeah
Get that doctor, get that nurse
In a hospital bed you gon' get that first
Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse
Get that pastor, get that church
Your carrier dead - yeah
And you can keep sleepin' on me
but I'm 'bout to blow up like an air bed
You air head - I keep it gutter, ^!$$% - word to mother, ^!$$%
You signed to a ^!$$% that's signed to another ^!$$%
With a 360 deal so that mean anytime you get money
you split money with other ^!$$%s
You break bread, your homies'll say ?I love you, ^!$$%?
But they not supporting you, they extorting you
When you was broke all them ^!$$%s was not around
But now look at all the ^!$$%s you got around
Yeah, you poppin' now, but if you stop gettin' chiseled
All them ^!$$%s with you gon' start to get forgetful
I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bull%#@! you
It's official, same %#@! different toilet tissue
It's like they might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot then the cops gon' come and get you
That's your case, they only know your face
And you cant afford it, ^!$$%, even if your dough straight
It's a slow wait, plus you on probabtion
And being caged in is a $#&@ed up situation
I'm tryin' to school you 'cause you my kid
And I'm concerned,
you gotta learn from the dumb %#@! that you done did
But you always been a stupid kid
You got a little brain even though your head stupid big
And you might be gettin' up in some puss
?But what, you think you getting' girls now 'cause of your looks??
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 scarin' you - this the @@#!roach burial
I'm too hot and got too much material
But you annoyin', I'm getting' tired of hearin' you
You so #~!!@ you'll 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 your $$#
^!$$%, I seen the tweet
My ^!$$% Jag made you have your worst nightmare
Larsiny fam' right here and we don't fight fair
And we ain't like y'all squad 'cause we all ride
Meek, you be lookin' all nervous with the frog eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too
So Robert's $$# is dead and ain't %#@! you could do (nothin')
Plus the rest of your ^!$$%s could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you (yeah, I said it)
The rest of your ^!$$%s could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you
!@^#got?