What the Future Holds Songtext
von M.O.P.

Big city baby
Time to build on some shit
Y′all people don't understand
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 doing real things, aight?
So let me get to the first page
I'ma break it down like this
Chapter one
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays
Walking the narrow road that led me to gunplay
I was a good boy, respect my mommy
Looked up to the O.G.′s like Quertifel and Donny
Felt good as a young nigga, coming home from school
Getting love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Rope chains, Cadillac Sevilles
With spoke rims was a tradition (Brownsville)


That was the first chapter, passing these stages
But the book is wider and there's a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little church boy is buckwild
Running with my homeboys from 339
And 1545, toting.45′s
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, those streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monster
My day and age was a different role
It's when a slug take a nigga soul
(Slug take a nigga soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds
(Who knows what the future holds)
A man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the nigga soul
(Slug took the nigga soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds
(This is what your future holds)
I wish somebody would lend an ear so they can see how I feel 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, some who have stood beside me
So I can smooth out the road for those that come behind me
You know where you can find me, I'm on them back blocks
Gripping black Glocks in front of crack spots (It's just a hobby)
And since I was a baby
Thugging, smoking, drinking, toting is how the first family raised me
(He who lives as a gangsta, will perish in these streets)
I know that′s deep
But I still shed tears for my mother
Two years after she been laid to rest
And still some things I need to chisel off my chest
My remedy for stress
I conversate with my oldest brother, ten years after his death
I know there′s nothing left
So I'm forced to take a deep breath
Before I attempt to take another step
A lot of brothers slept
A lot of brothers 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 nigga soul
(Slug take a nigga soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds
(Who knows what the future holds)
A man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the nigga soul
(Slug took the nigga soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds
(This is what your future holds)
So there you have it
You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit
Talking 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