Whats Next

Been a long way and I ain't done yet

Used to be scared of my music, now I've run laps
Opened up for Ann Marie before my birthday
Present from God, he told me to keep working
Good shit happen, I drop tears and I don't flex

Driving myself crazy, worry about what's next
They say this music shit ain't making you money, you not next
But I'ma cry now and laugh later on a jet
What's next fur coats just to watch the Mets

Niggas gon' fan duel over me, I'm taking bets
When it come to my pen, I put whatever on it
Pray God, watch out for folks who do whatever for me
Miss my brother, wish that I could hug him

Press 5 small talks just to tell him that I love him
Could've put you in the ground, but you in a cage
I'm tryna get us all rich by water and palm trees
Mainstream or underground, this shit different for me

It just so happen I'm out rapping all these wack-ass rappers
This shit was gifted to me, shit went over they head
They want some wack shit like I'm rapper of the year
I'm Tea, yeah, I'm a rapper, bitch, like me, Put T inTrappers

I've been listening round, and this shit been getting asser
I could rap about the planets, they gon' say that it's corny
They only catch the freaky shit I say, cause they be horny
I make music for a boss, bitch

Know you a worker, so go ahead, proceed with caution
All these street niggas end up in jail or coffin
I can't say that I'm with it, I'm from the hood
Not the streets, I'm not a bitch that be in it

They heard Lick, think I be lining niggas
They missed the message, freaky flexing
Gon' run into a bitch that put the 9 in niggas
Shit is free game, if you heard it otherwise, nigga, you lame



Credits
Writer(s): Ayana Green
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