Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Future , by - Rodney P. Release date: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Future |
| Dee dee dee woi |
| Dee dee dee woi |
| Dang dee dang dee woi |
| Dee dee dee woi |
| Crack heads! |
| I know this kid named Blue |
| Average kid, never really too bad |
| Who never knew his dad |
| But got respect for his mother and little bredder |
| He’s also got a sister |
| He’s 14, she’s 19 and treats him mean |
| But that’s sisters |
| Anyway, come listen this tale |
| Will this kid Blue go straight from school to jail? |
| Starting out small |
| Got his little weed fi sell |
| Got his little hustle |
| Really don’t need no details |
| Young black male, living out the stereotype |
| Love fi chat mics like hot cars and fast bikes |
| Yo, he’s just a shorty where the man dem booze |
| Stuff a real, nuff of them yoots don’t have no use |
| But not Blue, Blue’s wise, he keep his eyes on the books |
| But love crooks and never been afraid of the jooks |
| Life’s cold, so he knows how fi roll and throw hooks |
| And he pretty so the gal dems always sweating his looks |
| And he’s future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| The future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| If we do |
| When they’re grown build a world to suit you |
| If we don’t |
| When they’re grown take a gun come shoot you |
| Ah the future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yah |
| Read a book |
| Read Malcolm or Martin Luther |
| Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse you |
| I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot you |
| Yeah, the future |
| Now Blue’s just a yoot |
| They call youse man dem |
| He’s with his friends |
| Talking about when his whip is a Benz |
| Now yo |
| Coulda end up runnin' IBM |
| Or then again probably end up running crack on the ends |
| Now yo |
| Used to aspire for the best they know |
| All they know is drugs make dough |
| You know where that go |
| More fire, more blood spilling |
| And more sinning, more illing |
| More ice grilling |
| But Blue’s billing |
| God willing |
| I’m a watch him |
| I ain’t his daddy I can’t stop him |
| But I’m a watch him |
| If he sends for me I got him |
| Right now he’s running the road |
| I know he’s shotting |
| Trying to get his little money |
| Trying to come up off the bottom |
| Yo, whatever’s gwanning is inner |
| If that yoot dem turn to crime the kingpin ups |
| I know he’s sinning, but he ain’t a villain |
| If that yoot turn a villain |
| More worries again |
| And he’s future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| The future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| If we do |
| When they’re grown build a world to suit you |
| If we don’t |
| When they’re grown take a gun come shoot you |
| Ah the future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yah |
| Read a book |
| Read Malcolm or Martin Luther |
| Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse you |
| I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot you |
| Yeah, the future |
| I heard somebody say the good die young |
| Blue’s daddy done dead |
| Yes, he’s a good guy, son |
| At twenty-one, in the party took a knife to the lung |
| Now there’s Blue, the young gun who carried ice for fun |
| He ain’t no fool |
| Just don’t like school |
| Sell weed |
| But don’t smoke weed 'cause that ain’t cool |
| Known for hustle man at money and can shark at pool |
| If you ask him he’s gone tell you |
| Said 'Arsenal rule,' for real |
| In a deal, little man, just a yoot’s out the ghetto |
| Who’s trying to make grands |
| Trying to make plans |
| For some money to hold |
| Coulda either run the world or run the road |
| And he’s future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| The future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yeah |
| If we do |
| When they’re grown build a world to suit ya |
| If we don’t |
| When they’re grown take a gun come shoot ya |
| Ah the future |
| For real |
| We have fi boost dem yoot yah |
| Read a book |
| Read Malcolm or Martin Luther |
| Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse ya |
| I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot ya |
| Yeah the future |
| We have to boost dem yoot yeah |
| Big up dem man dem |