To Whom it May Concern - Cassper Nyovest

Yeah

I think I’m getting used to this (Mxm)

Can’t pretend that I’m new to it

Trashing my name is very lucrative

Why are you running to the papers?

There is no need for that kind of speed

Don’t act a fool boy, I find it very ludicrous

They making threads about how hard I fell

But I’m still here worried bout you when I’m wishing you well

You was never really with us from the start I could tell

I witnessed some of my best friends highlight my L’s

I’ve got flaws, I never will pretend that I’m a saint

I realised there’s certain things we’ll never see the same

We take it til we numb, we ain’t tryna feel the pain

I never called you out when you was tryna cheat the game

I stood by you, and now you wanna treat me like a bitch

See I could act like I don’t give a fuck because I’m rich

We hide the pain with money living all we used to wish is Bleu Chanel to hide

the smell of the asses we used to lick

It gets (Sick)

Why the fuck did you like that post dude?

Now I’m out here stressed cause I don’t know how to approach you

Cause you borrowed me some money, helped me out when I was broke, true

Indebted to your help, but I don’t know if I’m supposed to

Cause I’ve helped niggas too

I was hot before they broke through

When niggas was confused, I’m the one they used to go to

When Twitter was a mess, I’m the one you niggas spoke to

Now I don’t understand what they sayin', I’m Goku

I chose to, write it out and put it in song

I keep puttin' 'em on, they keep puttin' me off

They keep counting me out, I keep provin' 'em wrong

Niggas wanted to beef, Philippe Filet mignon it’s on

I swear you need extra backbones for niggas

I go myself, I never pass on a mission

I gotta spell it out so you cats know the difference

Tryna go from blacklisted to black-owned and listed, yeah

That’s the dream, black-owned and listed

We wildin' out cause we never had dough my nigga

Now we growing up building collateral my nigga

A visionary, all of these rap flows are pictures, uh

Tricky times, lost files for the profound, uh

Corona free but I don’t even wanna go out

I’d rather stay at home cause the world full of know-hows

Well, a bunch of know-hows that don’t really know how

I’m seeking for the best version of myself

And to be honest I don’t trust no one else

Cause every time I went against the grain I won

But every time I betted on a friend I lost, uh

Still I stand, I lean on no man

At sixteen I left like Lisa Lopes

Ne ke tlhole ke tshepa majita, nou nex

Dichomi di nnwella dipitsa, oh well!

(I thought you loved me!)

Oh well!

(Why would you do this shit to me man?)

Oh well!

(I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve this shit, I don’t deserve this shit)

Oh well!

(I thought you loved me!)

(Shit!)