To Whom it May Concern - Jim Jones, Benny the Butcher, CONWAY THE MACHINE

Heatmakerz

Crack Music

Uh, tuh

To whom it may concern

They gettin' money now, they want you to wait your turn

We all went out of town, only a few may return

Get your money rest of the week 'cause on Tuesday they return

For this bread, I’m on my lawyer’s head 'til my new case is adjourned

Keep water on my neck for them blue faces I burned, uh

Yeah, and I be dripped up in the latest threads

I used to sell that co-co like Jamaican bread

You can’t sit up at the table, you ain’t breakin' bread

All gold Rollie but the face is red

All my niggas got snatched up, 'bout to face the feds

In cold sweats is how I wake in bed

You know I never wrote a rap still

You don’t make these niggas sick, they never know you that ill

I just caught a case but they better know I pack still

Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled

You know death before, shit

Death before they dishonor me

Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies

I even flew the raw through economy

Shit, a couple boys tried to Harmon me, I

Still pray to the Lord, Deuteronomy

Shit, I’m with, uh, when the…

Shit I’m with, uh, with my savage on

Stand tall and face all your fears

Hold your head and wipe all your tears

Many nights, will be nobody there

You gotta promise yourself you never give up

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump

Tell me what do you have left to lose?

Yeah, I wrote lines about pretty women and crimes I really committed

Spendin' my 30s gettin' rich, I spent half my 20s in prison

Better late than never, dudes that was up, them niggas finished

And after sellin' smack, I saw a hundred racks independent

They hit both back when I had two spots on the same street

It wasn’t addin' up, the plug got knocked in the same week

I would’ve opened up two more spots if I stayed free

If you can’t give 'em to me five at a time then I can’t eat

Heard he shot his best friend for a bird, check it

A knock with his third weapon

Could pray for him, but he don’t deserve heaven

I was used to fiends on the curb beggin'

Them ounces I serve reckless

This rap shit’ll be my confirmed blessing, let’s go

My crib on the West Coast, we should start

What’s in it?

Cathedral ceilings, museum art

A couple girls doin' couples' yoga in leotards

I opened up the locks to the door 'cause the keys was off (That's a fact)

You know me?

Know where me and my mom was livin' at (40th)

In a warzone, nigga, where all the hits was at

Nigga pull the trigger right after they give your nigga dap (What up?)

I been gone so long, it feel like y’all niggas forgettin' that (True)

Ninety-ten on the bundle, what kind of shit is that?

(Is that?)

Got the birds, I wasn’t settling for chicken scraps (Nah)

Flippin' bricks way before the raps

You can get with this or you can get with that

The real black sheep, kill 'em

Stand tall and face all your fears

Hold your head and wipe all your tears

Many nights, will be nobody there

You gotta promise yourself you never give up

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump

Tell me what do you have left to lose?

Yeah, we in the trenches with the addicts and the hookers

When I ain’t know how to whip it, passed the spatula to my cooker

Gave the ratchet to my lookers, we robbin' drug dealers

Wavin' sticks, empty clips, we bring the malice to the pushers

The havoc to the trappers, got a package, then we took it

Tell them rappers we got fully automatics if you push us (We got them sticks,

nigga)

And if you static, I’ma patch in with the Butcher

Far as rap, we made it hard for a faggot to overlook us

Yeah, went to my old block and parked the Masi' on it

Stick on the backseat case anybody want it (What's the problem, nigga?)

Two thousand on my feet, that’s just how I be on it

We don’t respect your gun if ain’t no body on it, huh

You see Conway performin', know a shotty on him

I still get a brick and do karate on it

These niggas hatin' but that’s not important

I just hop in foreign (Yeah)

Watches got forty pointers like I was Jordan, Machine

Stand tall and face all your fears

Hold your head and wipe all your tears

Many nights, will be nobody there

You gotta promise yourself you never give up

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump (You gotta jump)

You gotta jump

Tell me what do you have left to lose?