K Camp – To Whom It May Concern lyrics

Lot of rappers all talk
Can't believe shit that they say
Ceo tryna stand up this Frito Lays
Clocked in need a trip to Montego Bay
Snuck in the OJ and I brought you bae

Pop shit like Snoop
But I think like Dre
Boss movies like Jay but
I'm right like Ye
He ain't even make a 10 boy its not yo day
Spent 10 on a fen boy my drib don't play
Talking Fendi if you niggas ain't knowing designer
Shawty bad I'm just tryna work my move behind her
Hell nah I'll never let these niggas out shine me
Had to cut niggas off
They was moving too slimmey

Had to cut these hoes off too
I ain't fucking with you bitch 'cause you bad news
Yeah you gotta fat ass with some tattoes
But pussy don't pay the bills baby cash rules

Niggas thinking I fell off
Hell nah
Had to sit back and observe shit
Yeah I serve shit, fake love creepin' 'round had to serve shit
Hell yeah my last deal was some herb shit
Some bird shit
But a nigga was working
A nigga was clocked in
Going through bullshit
But keeping his thoughts in

Put up my own bag
A niggas was locked in
Funded my own tour
A nigga gon' flop when
Please don't compare me to these sap ass niggas
Ad-lib the whole song, can't rap ass niggas
No diss I'm just telling what I see ass niggas
Young Wayy, I'm the one they wanna be ass niggas

'Cause I done heard a lot of niggas tryna steal my flav
I ain't tripping let me cook up some brand new waves
Me and interscope gotta find the same damn page
So I can finally take off and really have my way

Why these niggas acting like I ain't drip in this shit
Drop a mix-tape then I might drip in ya bitch
Bet you never said hey I ain't feeling this shit
Nah all my shit flame lil' stupid ass bitch
Damn that was extreme
So excuse my French
Fashion week in New York so excuse my drench
Fuck 12, young nigga had to jump that fence
How the fuck you say you ball but you ride that bench
Can't flex me and bro shit just don't mix
I was broke a while back but the shit got fixed
Got bored so I bought me some brand new sticks
Chrona, I can't fall for them old ass tricks
So glad that I'm done with that old ass deal
Now the money comin' in, it's a brand new feel
Work sound that's a click, we just want them M's
All my niggas put in work, they deserve that thrill

I work hard for this
Plenty nights I done starved for this
Fuck these niggas and these bitches too man
I gotta thank God for this
You ain't seen a nigga drip like this
Half a mil' on whip like this
Man you niggas ain't built like this
Man you niggas ain't built like this

Can I send them vibes yo way
They want me to lose no way
Can I send the vibes yo way
Can I send the vibe
Numb to the pain I can't feel no more
Hate that my grandma ain't here no more
Hate that my cousin ain't here no more
Pop me a perc' I can't feel no more

For real
Pop me a perc' I can't feel no more
Numbing the pain I can't feel no more
Hate that my grandma ain't here no more
Hate that my cousin ain't here no more
I wanna see yo face again
I wanna see your smile again