King Crook - To Whom It May Concern (feat. Bxnes)

Fuck you know about beast mode?
These hoes getting dick everyday you can't even squeeze in with a cheat code
Pussy getting thrown at me like Molotov
While I'm still rocking old Jazz & E clothes
Cheap shades still seeing through the bullshit
Each day I be filling up a full clip
Ammunition to make you look stupid
Drop it on em outta nowhere like a nuke bitch
Who sits with ya crew be the same dudes
Faking for views from the lames they ain't cool with
No changing in you lost cause better pause cause I no longer got shit to prove bitch
Smoking on whoever pack smoking on whoever rap
Done playing chill I can see the throne still and I want it back
I don't drop the ball I don't no longer rush it like a running back man run it back
Yo relax dude
To whom it may concern
I ain't on fire bitch I been burnt
Been sure that you all been on my Richard
Richer people fucking with my mindset this your
Fucking final warning fore your final morning in the final quarter I'm a bomb or Mormon
I can take 8 bitches out at once but you won't even find a warning this the final warning
I'm killing on sight and the tape gone drop when I feel that it's right
Tho I stay on top i might drop outta spite
Ain't no legs getting popped headshot tween the eyes
Bitch my pace don't stop ain't no match when I strike
And the way I feel now I might diss everybody and ignore the replies
I ain't smoking on top 5 that would be stupid right now to commit suicide
You decide what the fuck you let fly me myself and I won't tolerate a lie
You gotta wait in line cuz bully shit is for the birds
No pun intended but I'm not one of the greats with rhyme
Do the math where you think I lie
They already that my head's in the sky
And this is to whom it may concern
More importantly to who it applies
Stop playing I'm that guy
Hopping on beats like gnat flies
That fye
Fuck you know about fucking round with the bad guy fat lies
Balling when I rap guy
Mr steal yo bitch so fresh all these bitches see crest
Like my guy in the Jaguar
FOLDING MY LAUNDRY
Blue bills looking like sapphires
You thought stupit
That bitch don't love me she just tryna fuck
I Just copped some pressure I'm rolling it up
Leave me alone I put 4 in my cup
What what what
Aye stacking my money i don't give a fuck
Smokin that gas pack now I'm feeling stuck
She say that she leaving i tell her good luck
Bitch get the fuck out my face
Bitch i been ballin' since i was a youngin
You can't tell me nothin I know I'm shit
I just been livin and minding my business
My bitch she so bad she gon swallow my kids
I ain't had it my way so if you gon try me
Just know that you gon be regretting that shit
What the fuck do you mean you be flexing lil bitch
Get the fuck out my face i be telling a bitch
I don't need you, I do this shit alone baby
Fuck all of your feelings, I will not pick up the phone baby
Money in my pocket and gas all in my lungs baby
We don't give a fuck, throw em up to the sun baby yea

Written by:
Nick Barberio, Nick Sabbia

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