Bonus 2 (Letter to Whoever’s Next) lyrics

[Chorus]
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
Letter to whoever's next

[Verse 1]
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 b*tches in your DM, is gettin' finer
This is the life of a young rapper
n*ggas 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 n*ggas
They gon' hold you down, like 'Oh for surely!'
Until you cross, one of them G n*ggas
Now you gettin' robbed by your own security
Deaf dumb and blind, shoulda seen the signs
But you was too busy jugglin' drug addictions
Fell asleep on the lean, hoes postin' pictures
Now your b*tch is out here beefin' with your other b*tches
I ain't judging you, 'cause I was there too
sh*t, I was gettin' faded with a couple b*tches
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're steppin' on the gas before the light change
You get the Freshmen cover and your life change
All Eyez on you
[Chorus]
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
Letter to whoever's next

[Verse 2]
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 their graduation
'Cause the music you makin' ain't matching their maturation
And the people that used to pat your back are backed up at the station
They on 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 post your music, changin' that arrangement
If you studied the greats you would probably rap amazin'
Your skills equal longevity
[Chorus]
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
A letter to whoever's next my n*gga
I don't want you to fail the test my n*gga
I wanna see you at your best my n*gga
Get money stay fresh my n*gga
Letter to whoever's next