What's Next

[Hook: Big KRIT]

I'm ready for what's next

I'm ready for what's next

I'm ready cuz, some days and sometimes, it's harder than it's ever been before

I'm ready for what's next

I'm ready for what's next

I'm ready cuz, some days and sometimes, it's easier if I just let go

[Verse 1]

My partner hit me one time

Said he felt like killing himself

Ain't much that I could say to him

Except I understood how he felt

It's more to life than drug money

It's more to life than cars and clothes

But when you raised in the wild as a child with the lions and hunters that's all you know

We caught up in a whirlwind of bullshit

That's why it's hard to hear the pastor in the pulpit

That's why these youngsters down to rumble on the corner over numbers with the lumber and they ain't scared to pull it

I thought there was a calm after the storm

Its been category five since I was born

I'm losing friends everyday over strays

It's getting hard to mourn

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

My home girl hit me one time, she 'bout to sell her body for change

Ain't much that I can say to her, I guess that's just a part of the game

There's more to life than fly bags, there's more to life than diamonds and pearls

But when you raised without a father and your mother never bothered, it's hard to stay a little girl

She caught up in a whirlwind of stage lights

She'll do whatever that you ask her if the pays right

Get a lover with no rubber cuz he claimed that he was clean, now she know what having AIDS like

I thought there was a calm after the storm

It's been a category five since she was born

I'm losing friends everyday over pay

It's getting hard to mourn

[Hook]