Plagiarism

I know that nigga Tory going through it
But I wish that I'd get dissed just to respond to it

Let's get back to business
After I rap, it's a wrap, it's finished
This going on WorldStar, Shade Room, and Akedemiks
The Baller Alert, or catch it on The Breakfast Club
See, when TMZ mention this, it's gon' get extra buzz
Wendy Williams gon' mention how upset you was
'Cause when this get spin, you gon' be salty like Pepa was
Hollywood Unlocked, on drop, I'm going ham on him
Tory had to move from L.A. 'cause they put hands on him
I'mma turn fans on him, all his shit taken
My algorithms have risen, I got shit shaking
This jawn going on platforms like Dish Nation
'Cause dawg stole my bars on a big station (What?)
He was next to Flex acting like he catching wreck
Using my bars like my fans can't recollect (Yup)
I'm a winner, 'member I was living check to check?
Now I'm getting the type chicken that they connect collect
Nigga, we ain't neck to neck 'cause Tory Lanez ragging
When he got his chain snatched, it went from neck to neck
You know Cassidy (Cass!), I don't use autotune
But they still be tuning in automatically (Damn)
Hitman said, "Cass, sign a autograph for me"
And Tory corny, using my own lines to battle me (What?!)
(Facts. This nigga got me fucked all the way up)
Yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you a civilian
(Yeah! Yeah! Let's get-)
Tory Lanez, you're a lame, even though we never met
Yo, when we finally meet, would you be silent or speak?
Would you act like you know me or show me no respect?
Tell the truth or get the long nose, Pinocchio effect
A hoe never told me no for sex, the smoke compress
You need some smoke to blow, I'm the do-si-do connect
I just mailed some smoke I grow to a Tokyo address
That cost like a long phone call from Tokyo, collect
I'm confused how some dudes broke and blow a check
Then try to take yo' dough, when they cake go low
That's why my Draco (Drake go) blow with no OVO connect
Listen nigga, they find your body, nobody gon' miss a nigga
And how you diss a nigga sounding like Meek?
That's wack, cause, I'll bathtub drown you type ease [?]
I don't keep an assistant around to type tweets
But I do keep a biscuit if it's sounding like beef
Phi-Philly my city and gritty what they call our shit
You not from Philly, but you still be stealing all our shit
All I grip is ratchets, homie
The thing ring like matrimony, in this galaxy, cats is phony
Wait, pussy, don't Facebook me
You bite bars, if somebody bite yours, they'll taste pussy
I'm-I'm the type to tell you right to your face, pussy
"Fuck you!" Then cut you like classmates that play hooky
I cooked Free and made a little chunk
But when you try to earn cash, it burn fast like a little blunt
I was little jumping niggas, you a little chump
B.A.R.S. been had a A.R., you got a little pump (Lil Pump)
You little punk, hopefully, your folk'll see
I'm the GOAT and you don't want no smoke with me
You a fucking joke to me, I hang with a gang that made a oath to me
You bar bite, soft like luxury car upholstery
And I can tell a shooter close to me to grab the cannon
Spray like potpourri where your hairline supposed to be
I'm never toaster free, I had a weapon since an adolescent
Tory Lanez' story change every time he asked the question
Cass a veteran, on Flex, you did a Cass impression
So using my music was a bad selection
I was Da Hustla 'fore Usher ever had confessions
My presidential had them Joe before the last election
When I'm driving to my house, I got bad reception
I could quit rap and just trap, I got mad connections
The men in my gang mean, they got mad aggression
I done seen inmates get gangrene from staph infection
Selling hard was my last profession
And I go hard like my last erection, out here bag collecting
If a robber come in Cass direction, I'm popping the K
To knock him back the opposite way
Off my CBD site, I made a profit today
To make the cake stretch, invest, don't lock it away
My nigga locked on a cell block rotting away
He just got out the hole, been back on the block for a day
For that trial, he gave his lawyer all the guap he could pay
But that law firm ain't handle it the Cochran way
Like the end of trial, I blew back in Cochran day
And been okay ever since then, word to O.J. Simpson
Man, you can't battle with me if you got thin skin
Bars been hard, no Viagra or ginseng
When I first signed, they knew that I had a pen then
Labels said, "Dawg is a star, Rin Tin Tin"
Me and my AR been friends
And we never even had an argument, a friend like that hard to get
I got enough street credit to sign a artist with
So, when I send them dudes, they don't move 'til the target hit
A head shot'll make his lace front hard to fit
He got a big head, I'ma humble him 'cause he small as shit
You rather starve or fish?
Look, I got hooks and lines and Tory bit the bait, that's what you call a lick
He admitted he stole my bars, that's retarded shit
And he stole a lot of other artists' shit, did y'all forget?
That man confiscated all his hits
Taking all that shit got him stressed, that's why his hair going bald and shit
You should call it quits, just retire now
His hood mad at him, he just embarrassing his entire town
Don't get thrown in the trunk where the spare tire found
I know a dude with no tools who could change a tire now
So, I'm feeling real inspired now
A worker say I'm ready to stop working, I'm not smirking
I got work in in my bag, but it's not Birkin
You looking for the best? Stop searching
Cass ass get it shaking like a bitch that can't stop twerking
They pussies bleed, but they not virgins
Yo, I'm hoping my niggas cut you open, but they not surgeons
My raps go over your head, but they not turbans
One of my managers told me I should stop splurging
That's like a guy driving drunk trying to stop swerving
I got the word and he crazy puss, but playing wolf
I can tell that he crazy shook by the way he look
Us battling is a crazy look
I'm like before the shot: pedicure, after the shot: Megan foot
Look, my guns got infrared dots
You clap heat at feet, but I'm giving niggas head shots
I'm cold-blooded, you was red hot
But out here, falling off like Lil Wayne dreadlocks
That's dead funny like Fred Sanford, Redd Foxx
I'm ten toes down like the other Fred from Bedrock
Soon as the bread stop, shit decay
This for my niggas in the Feds not wishing they could get away
We demons, but even angels might forget to pray
What you rather, move a brick a day or work at Chick-fil-A?
You ever glove up, grip a K?
Mash your mug up and start throwing shells early like it's Mischief Day?
Shit I say show that I don't give a damn
If you a businessman, when your week end, it's still a business day
This back and forth gon' end today
'Cause you in the way and I already heard all the shit you finna say
You nothing like myself, but even if you Michael Phelps
In a pool of your own blood, you can't swim away
I been this way, I'm still punching niggas
I spit dumb rhymes, dumb times, I done battled a bunch of niggas
I'm hungry, better break fast, I catch you lunching, nigga?
Then you in the ER drinking breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I felt like a fucking winner all summer, nigga
Shit, it won't stop like I just got the plunger, nigga
I know you a dumber nigga, but this kind of basic
It's a sin to steal my lines 'cause my rhymes is sacred
I black out like some kind of racist
So, if I ever get you pussies tied up, it's not dominatrix
BARS!