"To Whom It May Concern" lyrics
41 Lyrics
"To Whom It May Concern"
(performed by Tata & Touchamill)
[Intro:]
Grah
Bitch, every opp shot everything dead
41 shots to the
Every opp shot everything dead
41 shots to the head
[Tata:]
Grah
Lately I've been accepting defeat (On bro on bro), My body feel weak
I know that I'm lit I can have any bitch but I'm still insecure that's the reason I cheat
Like I know I be stressing 'bout anything, But I still got a family to feed
I don't got an appetite I barely eat, Like none of these niggas know none about me
Like I be scared to bring her around the guys 'cause most of them try to talk to my bitch
And just like me they lit (They lit), And just like me they rich (They rich)
She know that I got so much money, she told me she don't care 'bout that shit (On bro on bro)
But I know she only here so she can use me just like any fucking bitch (Like what)
Man they know I'm the heart of this shit
I'm the nigga who started this shit
I'm the nigga who put it together nigga but my brother still treat me like shit
Niggas be leaving me stuck in the crib but they niggas be speeding to go get a bitch
I'm like fuck it, it is what it is, all this fake love be making me sick
All this dark shit that be making me sick and these niggas was sick when I iced out my wrist, nigga
Who-who really lit? (Like I was balling, they was on a bitch nigga)
And they know that I'm stepping and stomping nigga there was nobody bigger
And them same niggas be in my comments be the same niggas asking for pictures
Like there was so many times I wanted to pick up a gun and go screw with the trigger
There was so many times I was 'bout to quit (On bro on bro)
Like Touch told me I would get bigger
It was so many times I was 'bout to throw it all away momma told me get bigger
(It was so many times I was 'bout to throw it all away momma told me get bigger)
Grah
I was made for this shit
I'm too great for this shit
I swear I got so much love for this shit
I swear I got so much hate for this shit
Sometimes I'm a slave to this shit
Emotions got me debating and shit
I swear I cry everyday I be fighting myself so many tears I could bathe in this shit
I'm still learning how to fucking cope
Heart so cold everyday feel like snow
Me and my brothers fighting over money
I miss those times when everyone was broke
So much love nigga so much jokes
Even though we ain't have it we never said no
Man I don't care if we mad at each other 'cause if bro call I'ma answer the phone
Everybody in our fucking business, it was like this since the beginning
I'm from the ville where they barely succeed
So niggas hate me 'cause they see I'm winning
They watch every move they watching every step
All this shit no I can't catch a break
Like all this envy nigga all this death
They say it's love but I only feel hate bitch
[Touchamill:]
To stand apart from the crowd, is necessary to stand up for what you believe in, success is the result of perfection, hard work, learning from failure, loyalty and persistence, the man that climbed his way to the top of the mountain feel so better than the man that got dropped off in a helicopter
Only recognize official nigga
- AZLyrics
- K
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