Cassius

Lyrics

[Intro] This shit feel like a classic, TU! Halo, uh I'm gon' let that beat ride for a second, dawg Uh Uh, okay [Verse] The quarantine pack is in, GRIPPER is back again Tigg' tryna roll a seven like I shot craps with him Could not afford shit off the racks, now I get racks with him Bitch-boys jump on the track and the raps get masculine Keep practicin', you not half as passionate I'm the bastard that mastered it And still own the masters to my classic shit Far from a pacifist, better watch who you clashin' with I'm Cassius with the jab, quit the jabberin' My words get to stabbin' like a javelin travelin' through the abdomen I do damage with a pad and pen Back in my bag again, I got it from here TU!, tap me in This shit feel like when legends are born And many weapons are formed, but I always weather the storm Ahead of the norm, go find more competitors for him It's like I got my hand on a lil' nigga head And he swingin', but he ain't even connectin' with my legs Been a stand-up-guy since I stood on my cousin's pegs Bikin' it through the hood, high as hell off the reg' Before perc's and mollies sent you niggas off the edge I was out here, flip flops and tube socks Stashed all of my money from juugs off in the shoe box Was never one to slew rocks, but kept two Glocks A Rondo and a Zubac You think you 2Pac? Bet a few shots will prove that you not I ain't amused by the tough-guy act And know the last thing I wanna do is bust my strap But if it's either you or me, sayonara my man Dyin' ain't a part of the plan, it ain't the hand you dealt But how you play the cards in your hand, this shit was hardly luck I had to get it out the mud like the car was stuck A modern day martyr on the MARTA bus, I spar like Spartacus With any fool that think that they smart enough to bar me up Rap messiah, the flow rapid fire This go for any classics prior, I'm passin' by ya I'm back, inspired, most of the shit I hear is whack, I'm tired I took a nap for months and nobody lapped me once It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time Like the boy from Bed–Stuy, shot dead in his prime They ain't caught on to Porch yet, and Snubnose was a flex Now A&Rs sendin' texts, they wanna know what's next Well, since these nigga still sleepy, I might do an EP This don't count, it's just me workin' out To get the album niggas gotta offer up the pesos Until then I lay low, for now, here's Halo