Monsta

A big city baby

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 didn't happen too long ago

And it wasn't 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 Quarterfield 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

[ Hook: 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

[ Hook ]

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