To Whom It May Concern lyrics

All of the sudden; I'm feeling famous
It's like I got a million people handing me opinions
Thinking that I give the the slightest f*ck about their feelings
Cause they seem to know my name; but dawg I couldn't care less about ya, so listen:
I'm not you; I'm cut from a different cloth
My views differ from these blind kids acting tough
Like no; you get no love for wearing tight jeans, a tight shirt and f*cking snap backs so f*ck off
Yes I have an attitude, but rather have that then be like you
Talking behind backs like a b*tch; Guess who?
Cause if it fits, then all of ya can wear the f*cking shoe
I don't owe the world no answers, so yeah; f*ck you
You got a problem; come and find me
Don't be telling my friends or girlfriend sh*t about me
When honestly you've never met me or been around me
If all you'll do is gossip when I'm there; change the topic
I'm not p*ssed, just warning you frat kids
Slash grown ass men A.K.A. work buddies
Talking 'bout my last Facebook status with Higher-ups
Like that's gonna help ya achieve higher ups
If you ran as much as your mouth does; you wouldn't be as fat

Just saying
Just saying
Just saying

Now Back to Hip-Hop, I'm waiting on Che to drop this hit dawg
Pulling Bobby to the side like: "I'm about to diss ya"
When really you just want attention cause you miss us;
It's been a year, and your ass is still p*ssed off?
How stupid are you to ask Bobby and Dre-
To rap for you again? What are you, f*cking insane?
You really think they'll stand beside you after one train?
Oh wait; let's not talk about one train
You feel the need to tell your story; go ahead
But let me guess; I am the di*k, I am the prick-
And you are the sorry little victim that never did sh*t
Now everybody feels bad for poor little Che
What else is new? I'm like the suckiest manager
Cause we don't release sh*t every week like amateurs
Like "f*ck Bobby, Dre, Devante and George-
They don't know what it's like to make dope, club songs"
Funny how they compliment you first, but when they see you are first-
Is the second they hate from verses to even shirts
But when it comes to Che, sh*t, to me it's all a corpse
So let it die dawg; it can always get worse
I'm just saying dawg
You shouldn't have pushed me
But, its whatever
To Whom It May Concern
Zonum Records