To Whom This May Concern

Lyrics

Shit, if the shoe fit,
 Wear it, fuck it, bitch
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 I know you're shinin' like a light
 I know your record sales, is politics and hype
 I know you're boohoo'n
 'Cause none of your royalty statements
 Never had a check attached to 'em
 Famous but unrecoupedm, circumstances predicated on
 Large ass video budgets and takin' out advancements
 Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways, 40, 40?
 Oh, he get paid every thirty days, shorty
 Uhh, I ain't no lame
 I'm different from y'all, I come from the game
 From the game, I ain't gotta explain
 I been hella raw, I been spittin' game
 I seen you on the Billboard
 I saw you when you got that MTV Award
 Uh, number one on SoundScan
 Congratulations playa, dude, can I shake yo' hand?
 Oh, you don't wanna shake my hand, now you too good now?
 Oh, it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now?
 Enjoy it while you're here
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 Uhh, air play, program directors from the Bay
 Don't support they rappers in the Yea
 They figure we ain'ts real hip hop
 They lookin' for some mainstream flip flop
 But I ain't finsta sit down
 Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around
 Shit, I just like to perk, whatchu like to do?
 I like to get out there and network
 Charlie Hustle fall off? I doubt it
 Shit, when niggaz stop talkin' about me
 That's when I'm gon' worry about it
 And if they do, I'ma take the independent road
 A hundred thousand units on the underground
 Playboy, that's ghetto gold
 Never breakin' a sweat
 Slangin' albums from the Internet
 Ain't nuttin' but respect here
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 My loyal fans wanna know why it's so noticeable
 And how come none of E-40 lyrics
 Ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop Quotable'?
 To tell the truth it's kinda irkin' me 'cause I don't know
 I ain't rappin' too fast, see y'all just listenin' too slow
 You can ask 'Zomba', I'm about a thousand songs deep
 Spittin' ghetto anthems that I done had
 I shoulda been ran out of heat
 I had to prove myself first
 I didn't get my record deal based on a sixteen measure
 Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'Pac passed away
 The West coast ain't been eatin' right
 If he was alive, I'd ask him for his opinionation
 And if he was me, what would he do in this sort of situation
 Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think?
 For assassinatin' motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink?
 How they gonna have me Top 50, number forty-three?
 I'm a hog, shit, that's why I don't fuck with Blaze
 I fuck with Murder Dog
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 To whom this may concern
 All you rappers with all that fetti to burn
 The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear
 They'll have a new nigga next year
 Bitch, see what I'm sayin'? This shit is finicky
 It's a fool out there, ya dum dums
 Smell this nigga?
 Charlie Hustle, millenium ballers nigga, bitch
 Thought you thoughtamajig, hoe

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Duration
04:10
Key
10
Tempo
96 BPM

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