Cassidy disses Tory Lanez in new “Perjury” track [+Lyrics]

Date 2021-08-04

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music (Mp3 Download)

In what appears to be diss season, Cassidy takes shots at Tory Lanez in “Perjury”, produced by Murcielago Beats & Crooklyn Beats. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Cassidy Perjury

Cassidy Perjury

Cassidy – Perjury (prod. Murcielago Beats & Crooklyn Beats)


Bars is back
These niggas out here still stealing my bars committing perjury and all of that
These niggas gotta be hommage
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 Arabian 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 shady is 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 yo, 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 pissed 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 aching
I might aim the thing cause life ying and ying
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 done
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 before 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 bit was due my accident was critical
If you do it big and they can’t find a bigger you
They will get a like a that lil niggas 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 as 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 permissible
You be stealing from other niggas too
And in my old tracks you spit my old rap like it was new
And you spit the whole rap like it was you and I’m
Not the one who created it
I hated it
Young niggas trying run with my outdated shit
I babysit wesson and will pop jada smith
You ain’t never use a razor to shave a brick and use a priwreck to make it stretch 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 lady liz is crazy thick
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
Gentrification is white people moving into the black hood
This guy can get his shit gentrified
Crack is knocking to the white meat tapping pockets like fashion
You cats should pay homage im your inspiration
Im authentic 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 innovating
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 back
You can’t sing or do reggae 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
And took notes like a secretary
Of course i know you thought i was the best already
But committing perjury wasn’t necssary
Wait fuck the hate cause im legendary
I hold enough weight to get another legend buried

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