M.O.P.

M.O.P. - What The Future Holds lyrics

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Time to bend on some shit
 Yall people dont understand
 That shit is real out here
 Im a tell yall a story
 Now this story didnt happen too long ago
 And it wasnt 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
 Im 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 thats 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 theres nothin left
 So Im 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
 Dont you never dont you ever forget where you come from
 Salute
 M.O.P. for life baby
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: First Family 4 Life (1998)

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