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The lyrics paint a picture of someone navigating betrayal and public scrutiny, yet maintaining a sense of resilience. The narrator acknowledges being "used to this" and that their "name is very lucrative" to trash, suggesting a history of public criticism. Despite this, there's a clear tension between the external attacks and an internal desire to wish well for those causing the harm, a sentiment quickly undercut by the realization of past betrayals from "best friends" and those they once helped. The dominant tone is one of weary disillusionment mixed with a defiant self-reliance. The core conflict arises from the dissonance between past loyalty and present backstabbing. The narrator recounts helping others when they were "broke" and being the one people "used to go to" when confused or when "Twitter was a mess." This history of support is starkly contrasted with current actions like liking negative posts and the feeling of being treated "like a bitch." The lyrics suggest a deep disappointment that those who benefited from their generosity are now contributing to their downfall, leading to a profound distrust of past allies. A striking craft element is the juxtaposition of material success with emotional emptiness. The narrator can "act like I don't give a fuck because I'm rich," but immediately follows this with the grim reality that "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." This sharp contrast reveals that wealth is a coping mechanism, a way to mask the unpleasant compromises and betrayals endured. The repeated "Oh well!" in the interlude, especially after expressions of hurt like "I thought you loved me!," underscores a resigned acceptance of this painful reality. Ultimately, these lyrics resonate because they articulate a common struggle: the difficulty of maintaining faith in people when faced with repeated disappointment. The narrator's declaration, "every time I went against the grain I won, But every time I betted on a friend I lost," is a powerful distillation of this experience. The choice to "spell it out so you cats know the difference" and to "write it out and put it in song" signifies a deliberate act of self-preservation and a commitment to their own path, even if it means standing alone. The focus shifts from external validation to internal strength and the pursuit of a "black-owned and listed" future, built on self-trust rather than fickle friendships.

Cassper Nyovest - Rap, South Africa

To Whom It May Concern

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[Verse] 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 out 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! [Interlude] (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!) [Instrumental] [Outro]

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Writers: Cassper Nyovest

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern

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