What The Future Holds Lyrics

A big city, baby, time to bend on some shit Y'all people don't understand that shit is real out here I'ma tell y'all a story, now this story didn't happen too long ago And it wasn't that far away, it's about some real niggas Niggas doin' real things aight, so let me get to the first page And I'll break it down like this, chapter one
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays Walking a narrow road that lead me to gun play I was a good boy respect my mommy Looked up to them OG's 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 Seville's 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 church boy is buck wild
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
My day and age was a different role It's 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)
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 It's 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 gangster, 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
My day and age was a different role It's 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)
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