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A letter to who's ever 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 who's ever 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 who's ever next Your YouTube channel jumping now Your SoundCloud page on fire Your bank account full of money now Your favorite Yes Man's 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 getting finer This is the life of a young rapper Niggas want to World Star you 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 Letras de cancionesNow you getting robbed by your own security Deaf, dumb and blind; should've seen the signs But you was too busy juggling drug addictions Fell asleep on the lean, hoes posting pictures Now your bitch is out here beefing with your other bitches I ain't judging you cuz I was there too Shit I was getting faded with a couple bitches My money got low, the hoes got low Damn I'm like what happened to the hugs and kisses That's how it is in the fast lane You stepping on the gas before the light change You get the Freshmen cover and your life change All eyes on you A letter to who's ever 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 who's ever 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 Listen to this verse with your imagination The crowd's around the corner, all of your fans are waiting Soon as you hit the stage, you feeling the adoration You giving 'em that work minus the application The crowd is going up because the track's blazing But nobody told you that you was rapping basic So they gon' outgrow you after their graduation Cuz the music you're making ain't matching their maturation And the people that used to pat your back at back the station They on a different wave, you feeling the aggravation Wishing you could go back, study a craft and ace it Even your A&R knew you was wack and praised it He ain't calling you back, he found a fast replacement Sites that used to post your music changing at arrangement If you study the greats, you would probably rap amazing Your skills equal longevity A letter to who's ever 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 who's ever 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 From Letras Mania