A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever’s next

Your Youtube channel jumpin’ now
Your SoundCloud page on fire
Your bank account full of money now
Your favorite yes man standing right by ya
Your homeboy say he ain’t trill
You tell him chill turn the music higher
Roll up a blunt, blow the clouds out
The bitches in your DM, is gettin’ finer
This is the life of a young rapper
Niggas wanna World Star ya for the love of jewelry
You bought a burner for them chain snatchers
Now cops wanna send you to the judge and jury
Still ain’t safe, call some street niggas
They gon’ hold you down, like ‘Oh for surely! ‘
Until you cross, one of them G niggas
Now you gettin’ robbed by your own security
Deaf dumb and blind, shoulda seen the signs
But you was too busy jugglin’ drug addiction
Fell asleep on the lean, hoes postin’ pictures
Now your bitch is out here beefin’ with your other bitches
I ain’t judging you, ’cause I was there too
Shit, I was gettin’ faded with a couple bitches
My money got low the hoes got low
I’m like “damn, what happened to the hugs and kisses?”
That’s how it is in the fast lane
You’re steppin’ on the gas before the light change
You get the Freshmen cover and your life change
All Eyez on you

A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever’s next

Listen to this verse with your imagination
The crowds around the corner, all of your fans are waitin’
Soon as you hit the stage, you feelin’ the adoration
You givin’ ’em that work, minus the application
The crowd is going up because the tracks are blazin’
But nobody told you that you was rappin’ basic
So they gon’ outgrow you after your graduation
‘Cause the music you makin’ ain’t matching their maturation
And the people who used to pat your back are backed up at the station
And you in a different wave, you feelin’ the aggravation
Wishin’ you could go back, study your craft and ace it
Even your A&R knew you was whack and praised it
He ain’t callin’ you back, he found a fast replacement
Sites that used to play your music, changin’ that arrangement
If you studied the greats you would probably rap amazin’
Your skills equal longevity

A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
A letter to whoever’s next my nigga
I don’t want you to fail the test my nigga
I wanna see you at your best my nigga
Get money stay fresh my nigga
Letter to whoever’s next