Dear Rapper, "They Care"

(Queenie) (I'm sick and tired of you letting) (These folks play on yo' name) (We supposed' to be rich by now) (And yo ass playin' around) (Stop playing with these folks) (Show em' you the motherfuckin' one) Let me cool out Sucker MC's better move out Landlord how I take checks And I checked You ain't pay your respect You're in debt with the crew now Woo' child Queenie kill with the pen Murder ink on the pad Got em' praying Jah rule now I knew then what they say they knew now Can't touch this MC Hammer F*ck who doubt Starving like the food out Plus Danny Lewie made the beat So I eat got me smackin' That's a chew sound This a new crown to me I inherited Shout out to my matriarch Said I'm never settlin' And she seconded it and said I ain't raise a terrorist But I see you blowing up this shit I'm the president Verses should be merited Spit more bars in this verse Than some rappers ever did So it's evident Which means that I ain't gotta' spell it First pharaoh in this rap game Yeah I said it Queen tings' peasants Try to get it and I let it Raise vibrations high Like it's credit in the present Uh' Number one not the two or the three (Who you know rhyming like that) (I don't know nobody rhyming like that) Oh Oh you hear now Number one not the two or the three (Better open yall' motherfuckin' ears and listen) Yeah Bet they care now Number one not the two or the three (They ain't never hear no female spit like this) (Folks been waiting on this shit) Yeah they hear now Uh' Yeah they hear now (Clap yo' motherfuckin' hands for my friend) (Lets go) Listen I ain't killer but don't push me Rather get merked' by a vet than a rookie Pride shit that'll be the death of you Guess it's too late now Feet to the neck of anybody on a pedestal It's incredible just ate yet I'm never full Meat sittin' right on the skeletal Off the top like I don't think the head'll do Heard your last rhyme I don't think it's credible Mad lies you don't even need to Got me like We don't believe you You need more people Let me teach you Profess or hold the truth Till it seep through Then made clear like see through I see who Only me and who I feed Can't afford to pay attention to this toxicity Tell these rappers stop acting like Pac after scene Huh' This be My poetic justice Written through substance Abusing without tree Crushing whatever you wrap with Yet I still smoke anybody on track it's No Sha'Carri it's Queenie La with the pack And Don't forget the soul Royal from my head to my motherfuckin' toe Nails Nigga (Oh you feeling yourself now huh') (That's what the f*ck I'm talking bout)