No Future - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Okay, peoples, how do you do?

Better yet how you feel, let’s start with you

True, cause I’ve been waitin' to get at you

Perhaps you, got somethin' else on your brain besides the last two

Bills for real, there’s room to build

Construct a new plan get in tune with your skills

Cause

Lately I see niggas is screwed up

It’s the nail in your coffin when you can’t move up

Do what?

Lazy niggas done like the language

When you got nothin' to hustle why you fuckin' with them strangers?

Ain’t it — kinda wild, this kinda child

Who grew up and didn’t smile, still see life foul now

You feel like the world’s against you

Cause you don’t make dollars but you don’t make sense, duke

Think about it bring your logical point of view

When you bust them things, ain’t no way you’re not on the news

Your future…

«Must I feel there’ll be no future»

Okay, now that we spoke, how do we joke?

When still nothing move but the coke

Or crack, the weed, indeed, we all need something to flock to

Or need a new tune to rock to

I got you, put your headphones in Slot 2

This is just the options you’re rockin to

It ain’t gonna bother you

I know the rest is redundant

Some of your LPs stands for Long Punishment

Discoverin' new ways to work your body

Plus the mind is shakin' like I’m jerking the shotty

I be, probably, the only one that’s never grouchy

I show love when my peoples past by me

Yea, fam, what up wit the plan, you see

Two turntables and my mic in my hand, I mean

You can do what you want for the glory

Pop it in and say Buckshot bore me

But in the end you respect me morally

Cause I don’t do raps, just facts and stories

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