Letter 2 The Lost

[Intro]
([?], need to crack these niggas' ass again, dog)

[Verse 1]
Your confidence low 'cause you need to be accomplishin' more
As a man, bro, you gotta get dough
You gotta block out them hoes, gotta miss a few parties
Need some cheese to invest? Sell that chains and them Cartis
You want the Honda or 'Rari? You want a mansion or shack?
You gotta get to them stacks, you gotta get off your back
You gotta be uncomfortable, set goals and attack
You wanna be for real with it, or just put on an act?
You wanna tell your girl, "Get it, and, yeah, we can go"
Instead of, "Nah, I can't afford it, we can't go, hell no"
You wanna show your son how a man supposed to be
You want your daughter seein' how a man supposed to speak
Them niggas bringin' you down? Well, why you even around?
Ain't no monеy around? Then why you even in town?
Nigga, movе and network, before a chain, you should invest first
That way, you can cop a Cuban that'll make your neck hurt, yeah
Make sure your family's set first
Takin' care of niggas, shit don't ever work
But you can give 'em some game
You can give 'em a lane, but they gotta maintain, yeah

[Chorus]
This my letter to the lost, my letter to the lost
This my letter to the lost that wanna grow into a boss
This my letter to the lost, my letter to the lost, yeah
This my letter to the lost that wanna grow into a boss

[Verse 2]
Waitin' on folks to help, you gon' stay waitin'
And while they goin' on with life, you gon' end up hatin'
Thinkin' somebody owe you? They don't owe you nathin'
Your problems is your own, nobody finna save you (Nobody)
See, if they give you shit, that's gon' cripple you
If they show you how to eat, it'll triple you (Or more)
You gotta go through the struggle, gotta take a loss
To learn how to manage wins that you come across
Bein' broke'll teach you how not to fuck it off
It's on you to soak this shit, or you can brush it off
You wanna change your life, it's never too late
But you gotta be the one that wanna elevate (It's on you)
If they just take, gotta keep 'em away
That real shit you did a while back don't count today (Nah)
So fuck people-pleasin', you can give 'em your all and they'll hate you for no reason (No reason)
You can still win, you still breathin'
You can be starvin' and end up feastin'
Just gotta give it your all, don't curl up in a ball
Show the world you a dog, nigga

[Chorus]
This my letter to the lost, my letter to the lost, yeah
This my letter to the lost that wanna grow into a boss
This my letter to the lost, my letter to the— yeah
This my letter to the lost that wanna grow into a boss

[Outro]
Get your vision, get your goals
Write that shit down, attack it
You know?
Get money, nigga