I've got next

on the paper I've got next I've got next,next on yah bitch I've got next I've got next,next, I've got next on the blunt I've got next I've got next,next made it out the mud had to. take my first steps lost alot of blood and broke afew sweats new cats pulling out treaths born in the kitchen&raised by the streets i can handle any heat, ive got the grill if you niqqas got beef who be killing these niqqas thats me who be getting all this money thats me they call me the bank coz ive got alot of checks they look at me wrong coz im always correct connect tell me who next i make alot of dough and it got me possessed i sold alot of drugs and it gave me success careless i had to stick to yhe process