Future Holds
N.A.P. Lyrics

A big city baby
Growing up in a bustling urban environment

Time to bend on some shit
The need to adapt and navigate difficult circumstances

y'all people don't understand
Many people fail to comprehend the realities of life

That shit is real out here
The harsh and gritty nature of the streets

I'm a tell y'all a story
Sharing a personal narrative

Now this story didn't happen too long ago
The events occurred relatively recently

And it wasn't that far away
The story takes place nearby

Its about some real niggas
Involving individuals who face genuine struggles

Niggas doin real things aight
Engaging in authentic and significant actions

So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this
Starting the narrative from the beginning and providing a detailed explanation

Chapter one
The initial phase or stage

[ Lil Fame ]

I was a young child lost went to church on Sundays
As an innocent kid, I attended church regularly

Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
Following a path that ultimately led to involvement in violence

I was a good boy respect my mommy
I had a respectful and obedient nature towards my mother

Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny
I admired and respected the older guys in the neighborhood, like Querto, Phil, and Donny

Felt good as a young nigga
I experienced a sense of fulfillment and pride as a young person

Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Returning from school and receiving support from the drug dealers in the community

Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
Handling money and riding in luxurious Cadillacs

But spoke real, was a tradition, Brownsville
However, I always spoke the truth, which was a cultural norm in Brownsville

That was the first chapter, passin these stages
This marked the initial phase, progressing through various life experiences

But the book is wider and its a lot more pages
Yet, there is much more to my story

The game changed, people got foul
The environment transformed, and people became corrupt

And the same little chuch boy is buckwild
The once innocent churchgoing boy turned reckless and wild

Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine
Associating with my friends from the 339 area

And one five four five, totin four fives
Also running with friends from the 1545 area, carrying .45 caliber guns

I kept dreams of being a rap dude
I held onto my aspirations of becoming a successful rapper

But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
Aware of the realities of the streets, I carried weapons for protection

I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
I experienced the tragic loss of many close individuals due to street violence

And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
Furthermore, I mourned the deaths caused by disagreements and conflicts

That goes to show these streets haunt ya
Proving that the streets leave a haunting impact on individuals

Look what society created now, a monsta
Observing the negative consequences society has created, leading to monstrous behavior

[ chorus: M.O.P. ]

My day and age was a different role
During my time, things were very distinct

Its when a slug take a niggas soul
Referring to the grave danger posed by gunshots

(Slug take a niggas soul)

Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Encouraging the pursuit of aspirations and objectives

Cause who knows what the future holds?
Because nobody can predict what lies ahead

(Who knows what the future holds?)

Our man died and was left cold
We lost a comrade who met a tragic end

Because a slug took the niggas soul
Because a bullet caused his untimely death

(Slug took the niggas soul)

Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Continuing to emphasize the importance of pursuing dreams and goals

Cause who knows what your future holds
Because nobody can foresee what lies ahead for you

(This is what your future holds)

[Billy Danze]

I wish somebody would lend a hand
Expressing a desire for assistance and support

So they could see how I fell inside
Allowing others to understand the depths of his emotions

I'm on an emotional roller coaster ride
Navigating through intense emotional ups and downs

Nothing to hide
Being completely transparent and open

A long time ago I set aside my pride
Long ago, he chose to put his ego aside

And used my past as a ghetto guide
Employing his past experiences in the ghetto as a source of guidance

A few good men died, several wept stood beside me
He lost brave individuals, and others mourned alongside him

So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me
Endeavoring to make the path easier for future generations

You know where you can find me
Conveying that his whereabouts are known to those who need him

Out on the back blocks
Spending time in the less visible and marginalized areas

Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots
Holding black firearms in front of locations known for drug dealing

Its just a hobby
Viewing his dangerous activities as a mere pastime or interest

And since I was a baby
Since he was very young

Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me
Growing up, his family exposed him to a lifestyle of crime, substance abuse, and carrying weapons

(He who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets)
A reminder that a life immersed in gang culture comes with the risk of dying violently

I know that's deep
Acknowledging the heaviness and profundity of the previous statement

But I still shed tears for my mother, two years
Despite everything, he still mourns his mother's passing, even after two years

After shed been laid to rest
After her funeral

And still some things I need to chisel off my chest
There are still unresolved issues weighing on his heart

My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother
To alleviate stress, he engages in conversations with his older brother

Ten years after his death
Even a decade after his brother's passing

I know there's nothin left
Realizing that there is nothing more to be done

So I'm forced to take a deep breath
Feeling compelled to gather himself and move forward

Before I attempt to take another step
Prior to embarking on the next phase or action

A lot of brothas slept
Many brothers have lost their lives

A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told
Many brothers ended up lifeless and abandoned on the streets

This is what your future holds
This is the grim reality one may face in the future

[ chorus ]

So there you have it
In conclusion

You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit
Many individuals engage in empty and meaningless conversations

Talkin about cars, jewels, and money
Focusing on material possessions like cars, jewelry, and money

But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit
In truth, we are all born into the same difficult circumstances

Some of us may never see tomorrow
Certain individuals may not live to see the next day

So my niggas
Therefore, my friends

don't you never don't you ever forget where you come from
Always remember your roots and upbringing

Salute
I commend and respect

M.O.P. for life baby
Forever devoted to M.O.P.