What's Next
What's
Cause I done been here before, what's
I done been here before, what's next
I done been here before, what's next
I don't even wanna flex no more, what's that
I don't even wanna flex no more, what's next
I done been here before
Is it over or just starting for me
Often asking God to send a message to me
What's next for me
Please send a sign and show me
Got prepared but no one told me
What would come with all this
Praying more and I felt nauseous
Like I'm car sick
Empty canvas, paint my story
Can't have guts without the glory
Wish I knew I'd end up like this
Why nobody checked in on me, And now they checking on me
All the struggle came before me
All the greatness came before me
Thought what hurt me, it would kill me
But the pain, it just restored me
And my feet was really, And my
And my feet was really aching
But I ran fast to the doors
That God had left wide open for me
Wonder why nobody showed me
Wonder why nobody told me
Wonder why they never loved me
Now they all say that they love me
Was a beast stuck in the belly
Cut my weight from out the belly
Section 8, them public housing
I come from it, Got up out it
The example of what happened
When you always be about it
Always be about your business
And be about your family
Always been about your dream
When don't nobody understand it
Just step forward, hope you planned it
Every industry get janky, At sometime you gotta manage
Only things that you can manage And the bright lights look romantic
And the candles they look fancy And the bad woman start prancing
And I, stacked it up like it was my first band
Turned to 5, 10, 15, 30 bands
Left arm, got a AP off my right hand
Every day I leave the house with nothing, Came back with at least a grand
When I came back, they had problems
I was trying to help them with they problems
I was trying to solve them, I was
They was jumping and I stopped them
I was really, really worried about them, I was
It was looking complicated, People start to replicate it
I was never hesitating, Then it started navigating
Told them I believe in God, I won't give my life to Satan
I just pray him off away, I know that he close by waiting
Waiting just to jump up on me Turn me back into the old me
He was really like my homie, We was creeping, we was roaming
We was creeping, we was roaming, Come On
We was creeping, we was roaming
I was flowing, he was biting Overlooking while I'm writing
Asking me just what I'm doing Trying to change up what I'm writing
Asking me just what I think and What I'm thinking
While I'm blinking
Wait, I'm thinking
What's next
Ohh
Mama always wanted nice things
Mama always wanted nice things
Always wanted really nice things
We ain't have no really nice things
I did most of this here on my own
Gettin to it, I ain't have to skeem
Always wanted really nice things
Always wanted really nice things
Wanted really, really nice things
But what's next