Ain't Gonna Happen - Cas

I was a kid hustlin, ribs touchin, grindin for grub

Three wings will hurt you when I’m in the hub

And a hand in the drugs, with my hand on the snub

Cause man, I’m a thug.

Is you a man or a bug?

I’m back in that damn bar with my hand in the glove

On my crystal, I give a half gram for a dub

I’m workin now, got the sour kush and the purple now

I got it if you try and cop it, you ain’t gotta search around

I purchase pounds and flirt around with that white chick

That white shit’ll have your nose red like a circus clown

If I ain’t layin verses down then I’m on the strip

I got that work flippin like some bitches in the circus now

It’s like the universe and soul when our work is over

And I’ve got them Roxies and Percs if you try and purchase those

Thirsty hoes poppin pills like it’s birth control

500 milligrams, I’m a drug dealer man

You gotta play your cards right but if you deal a hand

You could make a killin man and blow like a ceiling fan

Listen, sippin liquor’s a good feelin man

I was a cognac cat, now I’m a tequila man

I’m wrapping grammes up in my son’s Silly Bandz

And my pinky ring cost about a half a kilogram

I was on some livin in mama house shit

Now I’m in Neiman’s, spending mortgage money on an outfit

I clean my jewels with the shit you clean your mouth with

Either Crest or Colgate, success is my soul mate

You so fake, I’m the truth, not a pretender

I’ve got one liners niggas with Alzheimers remember

And I can fight but even a ninja could get ingureesd

So I keep the hammer on me like Thor from The Avengers

I’m like a superhero, you’s a weirdo

So I get you robbed like De Niro

When you say you hustle birds, that get on my fuckin nerves

Cause you ain’t never fucked with them birds, you like a scarecrow

My weed green but got orange hairs though

And it’s real strong like that man Samson when his hair grow

I put in years yo, years ago

You could barely flow, so prepare for your burial

You hear me yo?

Cause I’m the illest alive

You want my title?

Then you must be suicidal, nigga willin to die

I’m still on my job, I ain’t retired nigga, I’m fire, nigga

You say you hot, the stop singin to the choir nigga

I’ll still eat you up, I ain’t on a diet nigga

You could get your ass chewed quick like fast food

The last dude that tried to body Cass

Got every bone in his body smashed and thrown in a body cast

I kick somebody ass like karate class

Be cash, jumpin in his Jet Li bag

If you owe me cash, I’m grabbin a ski mask

And the Glock, you in hot water like a tea bag

I don’t need a G pass, I go where I wanna go

Cause I could rumble yo, and niggas know my gun would blow

I’m undefeated, fightin murder cases, I wanna know

It was a setback but you gotta respect that

Before I took 10 steps forward, I had to step back

If you doubt that I’m a step up you’ve got me F-ed up

I’m still regretin all the chicken that I messed up

But still start spendin the chicken soon as the check cut

I’m dressed up, snap back and a fresh cut

Guess what, my flow so sick I should go get checked up

Cause I’m real ill, feel where I’m comin from?

I’m in an Escalade, rims taller than my youngest son

I just bought another gun

If you talk stupid, I’m a start to shoot it

And I put that on my other son

I’m not pressed to catch another case

But, you a son of a bitch and I say it to your mother face

But the bull rhymes got the best lines

But this next line is an oxymoron, niggas love to hate.

Feel me nigga?

I’m from Philly, nigga

Still reppin my city, nigga.

I just hustle in another state.

You motherfuckers fake, I can’t fuckin wait

To see you, confront you, then punch you in the fuckin face

I mean… there’s a big difference between what they do and what we do.

(Mayhem Music!) (Damn that shit was dope!)