What the Future Holds
S.P.Y feat. Ian Shaw Lyrics

A big city baby
The singer lives in a large urban area.

Time to bend on some shit
The singer is ready to tell a story.

y'all people don't understand
The singer believes that outsiders would not comprehend the situation.

That shit is real out here
The artist suggests that what's happening is authentic.

I'm a tell y'all a story
The artist is about to narrate an experience.

Now this story didn't happen too long ago
The singer's recollection is relatively recent.

And it wasn't that far away
The location of the event isn't distant from where the singer is.

Its about some real niggas
The artist's story concerns genuine, possibly gang-related individuals.

Niggas doin real things aight
These guys are genuinely engaged in urban activities.

So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this
The artist is about to discuss the story's first chapter.

I was a young child lost went to church on Sundays
The singer was younger and felt directionless; they attended church regularly.

Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
Despite the churchgoing, the artist's path led them towards violent behaviour.

I was a good boy respect my mommy
The singer respected his mother when they were young.

Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny
The singer had respect and admiration for some of the neighbourhood's older guys.

Felt good as a young nigga
The singer enjoyed their youth in the neighbourhood.

Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers
The artist received respect and attention from dealers in the area.

Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
The artist was interested in material gain and wrote about it.

But spoke real, was a tradition, Brownsville
Despite materialistic desires, the singer values truth and sincerity, especially in Brownsville.

That was the first chapter, passin these stages
The first chapter of the singer's story has concluded with these developments.

But the book is wider and its a lot more pages
The artist acknowledges that their story has plenty of ground to cover.

The game changed, people got foul
The artist's lifestyle has transformed as time passed, with more deceit likely present.

And the same little chuch boy is buckwild
Despite his history, the artist has taken to participating in wild or risky actions.

Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine
The singer was involved with a group of local guys for support.

And one five four five, totin four fives
The artist and his peers were carrying firearms to protect themselves.

I kept dreams of being a rap dude
Despite his situation, the singer held aspirations to become a rapper.

But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
The singer has experienced too much to surrender safety and carry self-defence items.

I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
The singer has seen much death and tragedy around them due to dangerous urban conditions.

And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
Additionally, the artist has been affected by instances of violence and disagreements in the area.

That goes to show these streets haunt ya
These events can also have a profound psychological impact on those involved.

Look what society created now, a monsta
The singer believes that societal environments like this can cultivate ill behaviour and attitudes.

My day and age was a different role
The singer's era was distinct from their current situation.

Its when a slug take a niggas soul
Death via firearms was more prevalent during the artist's youth.

Follow your dreams and follow your goals
The chorus offers advice to engage in positive goals and aspirations.

Cause who knows what the future holds?
The future is unpredictable and offers endless possibilities.

Our man died and was left cold
Someone they knew died due to gun violence.

Because a slug took the niggas soul
They were killed by a weapon.

I wish somebody would lend a hand
The singer seeks help from others.

So they could see how I fell inside
They hope someone could understand their emotional turmoil.

I'm on an emotional roller coaster ride
Their emotions are intense and constantly shifting.

Nothing to hide
They have no reason to hide their emotions.

A long time ago I set aside my pride
They stopped caring about maintaining a strong or cool exterior some time ago.

And used my past as a ghetto guide
Their difficult upbringing has informed much of their behaviour and perceptions.

A few good men died, several wept stood beside me
They lost people they cared for and had support from those still alive.

So I could smooth out the road for those that come behind me
They hope to help others through similar struggles or hardships.

You know where you can find me
The artist is easily located in the neighbourhood because of their frequent presence outside crack houses.

Out on the back blocks
They hang out in the less busy, secluded corners of the neighbourhood.

Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots
They always have firearms on them while in front of drug-selling establishments.

Its just a hobby
Being involved in illicit activities is a casual pastime for the artist.

And since I was a baby
Their involvement in tough behaviour has been present since they were a child.

Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me
In their household, roughness and addiction were common behaviours and conditions.

( He who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets )
The singer notes a common refrain about people who live that lifestyle dying violent deaths.

I know that's deep
The refrain carries significant meaning to the artist.

But I still shed tears for my mother, two years after shed been laid to rest
Even now, some years later, the artist is still grieving their mother's loss.

And still some things I need to chisel off my chest
There are emotions or memories they still need to confront.

My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my oldest brother
Their way of coping with stress is to talk to a sibling.

Ten years after his death
Their brother passed away a decade ago.

I know there's nothin left
They have come to terms with their brother's death and accept there is no manner of bringing him back.

So I'm forced to take a deep breath
They must accept the situation and attempt to move forward emotionally.

Before I attempt to take another step
They must compose themselves before continuing with life.

A lot of brothas slept
Many young men have died violent deaths and are unable to continue living.

A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told
Many young men's bodies were left exposed and abandoned in public areas.

This is what your future holds
The chorus once again implores the listeners to seek positivity in the future despite the danger present.