Dear Wave

(álbum: Rookie Of The Year - 2017)

Man, nigga, wake up, man
Wave, get your ass up, Wave
Rod, man, wake your ass up, man
You got work to do man
Rod, man, get your ass up
Rod, wake up
Get your ass up

Now, dear Wave, you finally living your dreams
It ain't that much to you, but you closer than what it seems
But answer this, why do you take it for granted?
Why risk everything? Why leave your family stranded?
Niggas depending on you but it's like you just don't get it
You the hottest youngest nigga to come out this city
Nobody did what you did
Nobody been where you been
You just started it, no one has came close as being as big
They had a buzz but they got older niggas and kids
You all up through Florida and, nigga, you just a kid
Shit ain't 'posed to be easy, you gon' climb over mountains
So quick to consider deals, the fuck is a hunnid thousand?
Why you don't answer your phones?
Why you late to them shows?
Why you blowing through that money? Why you chasing them hoes?
Why you hang where you hang?
Why you be where you be?
You got too much on the line to be running them streets
You still plot with Kareem
Y'all still breaking in houses?
You still shooting at niggas? You still get bothered by cowards?
Got this shit in a choke, you ain't no regular nigga
When you gon' wake up, smell the coffee, and see the big picture?
Look what you did in months, calculate it by ten
Now subtract it by five, go and get you a Benz
You need to open your eyes, see that them ain't your friends
Focus on the big prize, see what the lane that you in

Dear Wave
Dear Wave
Man, nigga, wake up, man
Wave, get your ass up, Wave
Rod, man, wake your ass up, man (Dear Rod Wave)
You got work to do man
Rod, man, get your ass up
Rod, wake up
Get your ass up, Rod