Rza - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

[Intro: ViCTOR] This is perfect I'll let them wait for it [Verse 1: ViCTOR] Yea, Look, Honestly y'all n***as don't phase me, they'll dub a n***a now then when I blow up praise me That's that pure fake sh** I see you s**er M.C.'s getting flows from craigslist, I see you lazy b**h. sh**, I ain't grindin for no A-List, cause imma come up soon and y'all still going to be playing this, I'm calling it Jordan Game 6, boy I'm ballin' b**h, I'ma rise to the very top and I ain't falling b**h. I'ma just chill and have fun with it. They gon' see the sh** work, and guarantee they run with it Yea that's how life goes. Filla ya nose, change ya clothes, f** the hoes, strike a pose, take a flick, rap at shows, man who knows ? My plan is to switch the f**ing game up. I got the game in my and here's a layup. You ain't seen sh** yet you should be very scared. Just cause they smile in your face don't mean they care [Hook: Method Man & ViCTOR] Cause cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all X2 [Verse 2: ViCTOR] Syracuse 'Melo, I could hear them cheer I got a shot for any rapper I'm supposed to fear, so here I just turned 19, the sh** frightening, St. Augustine in my water canteen k**a I'm a rare being y'all ain't never ever seen I ain't here to make friends, 'matter fact, I'm very mean My lyrics will take you places you ain't never been The sh** will have you geeking like a f**ing crack feen And 'fore I leave, i gotta' message for you n***as I ain't here to be a cool friend with you n***as. My homies sneak up on you pussies like a f**in' heart attack Don't switch ya style now, nobody gonna' fall for that and matter fact, all you people dead to me Don't dap me 'cause really I don't like your energy This game is gritty, and I hope other boys knows that The king is here and I'm 'bout to take my damn throne back And when I get it back, I'm gon' have to die before I give it up Even when I'm dead, Imma' haunt the n***a sittin' up on it Fake gold you should pawn it Same flow on different beats got me yawning, it's appalling I'm doing 90 in the fast lane, you still crawling in your foreigns Several b**hes lined up like a Mormon, Imma' soon park the Wraith with the platinum knobs in the door man Look, I'm head to toe, my brands too clean Imma' fulfil my dreams with my f**in' team I couldn't care less about a Instagram feed Ain't no sort of f**ing numbers gonna boost my self esteem Clear ya mind of everything unclean, that's when you'll finally start getting to that cream [Hook: Method Man & ViCTOR] 'Cause, Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla' dolla' bill y'all