What The Future Holds Lyrics - Singles - M.o.p.

A big city baby 

Time to bend on some shit 

y'all people don't understand 

That shit is real out here 

I'm a tell y'all a story 

Now this story didn't happen too long ago 

And it wasn't that far away 

Its about some real niggas 

Niggas doin real things aight 

So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this 

Chapter one 

[ Lil Fame ] 

I was a young child lost went to church on Sundays 

Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay 

I was a good boy respect my mommy 

Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny 

Felt good as a young nigga 

Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers 

Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles 

But spoke real, was a tradition, Brownsville 

That was the first chapter, passin these stages 

But the book is wider and its a lot more pages 

The game changed, people got foul 

And the same little chuch boy is buckwild 

Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine 

And one five four five, totin four fives 

I kept dreams of being a rap dude 

But I know the streets too well so I pack tools 

I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets 

And lost a lot of loved ones over beef 

That goes to show these streets haunt ya 

Look what society created now, a monsta 

[ chorus: M.O.P. ] 

My day and age was a different role 

Its when a slug take a niggas soul 

(Slug take a niggas soul) 

Follow your dreams and follow your goals 

Cause who knows what the future holds? 

(Who knows what the future holds?) 

Our man died and was left cold 

Because a slug took the niggas soul 

(Slug took the niggas soul) 

Follow your dreams and follow your goals 

Cause who knows what your future holds 

(This is what your future holds) 

[Billy Danze] 

I wish somebody would lend a hand 

So they could see how I fell inside 

I'm on an emotional roller coaster ride 

Nothing to hide 

A long time ago I set aside my pride 

And used my past as a ghetto guide 

A few good men died, several wept stood beside me 

So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me 

You know where you can find me 

Out on the back blocks 

Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots 

Its just a hobby 

And since I was a baby 

Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me 

( He who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets ) 

I know that's deep 

But I still shed tears for my mother, two years 

After shed been laid to rest 

And still some things I need to chisel off my chest 

My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother 

Ten years after his death 

I know there's nothin left 

So I'm forced to take a deep breath 

Before I attempt to take another step 

A lot of brothas slept 

A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told 

This is what your future holds 

[ chorus ] 

So there you have it 

You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit 

Talkin about cars, jewels, and money 

But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit 

Some of us may never see tomorrow 

So my niggas 

don't you never don't you ever forget where you come from 

Salute 

M.O.P. for life baby