M.o.p. - What The Future Holds Lyrics
A big city babyTime to bend on some shitYall people dont understandThat shit is real out hereIm a tell yall a storyNow this story didnt happen too long agoAnd it wasnt that far awayIts about some real niggasNiggas doin real things aightSo let me get to the first page and ill break it down like thisChapter one[ lil fame ]I was a young child, lost, went to church on sundaysWalking a narrow road that lead me to gunplayI was a good boy respect my mommyLooked up to them ogs like querto, phil, and donnyFelt good as a young niggaComin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealersWrote change, cadillac sevillesBut spoke real, was a tradition, brownsvilleThat was the first chapter, passin these stagesBut the book is wider and its a lot more pagesThe game changed, people got foulAnd the same little chuch boy is buckwildRunnin wit my homeboys from three three nineAnd one five four five, totin four fivesI kept dreams of being a rap dudeBut I know the streets too well so I pack toolsI lost a lot of loved ones to these streetsAnd lost a lot of loved ones over beefThat goes to show these streets haunt yaLook what society created now, a monsta[ chorus: m.o.p. ]My day and age was a different roleIts when a slug take a niggas soul(slug take a niggas soul)Follow your dreams and follow your goalsCause who knows what the future holds?(who knows what the future holds? )Our man died and was left coldBecause a slug took the niggas soul(slug took the niggas soul)Follow your dreams and follow your goalsCause who knows what your future holds(this is what your future holds)[billy danze]I wish somebody would lend a handSo they could see how I fell insideIm on an emotional roller coaster rideNothing to hideA long time ago I set aside my prideAnd used my past as a ghetto guideA few good men died, several wept stood beside meSo I could smooth out the road for those that come behind meYou know where you can find meOut on the back blocksGrippin black glocks in front of crack spotsIts just a hobbyAnd since I was a babyThuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me( he who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets )I know thats deepBut I still shed tears for my mother, two yearsAfter shed been laid to restAnd still some things I need to chisel off my chestMy remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brotherTen years after his deathI know theres nothin leftSo Im forced to take a deep breathBefore I attempt to take another stepA lot of brothas sleptA lot of brothas was left cold in the street and toldThis is what your future holds[ chorus ]So there you have itYou see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshitTalkin about cars, jewels, and moneyBut in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shitSome of us may never see tomorrowSo my niggasDont you never dont you ever forget where you come fromSaluteM.o.p. for life baby
