What The Future Brings Lyrics

What The Future Brings lyrics

What the future brings I'm waiting in the wings 

I sing of kings and queens 

But they don't mean as much as the streets do 

You know what I mean? 

Step up step up and speak your mind 

I got my Caddy crown cause I'm down 

For mine now it's 1999 so you know we gotta party 

Raise your forty if you're naughty 

If you feel me join my army 

Gotta bomb 'em with this track 

It's trauma that we pack 

Mad drama Cadillacs got that karma coming back 

So avenge the souls cause it's revenge that we hold in the highest regard 

We praise the gods of old so let go of my style 

You stole three cards and you fold 

Motherfucker don't you know Cadillacs broke the mold 

Hands up it's a hold up you never should of showed up 

Cadillacs plot and rock the block 

Until it blows up back to the top drop 

Game plan can't you tell we're gettin' tired of the same old thing 

Man check it out we're coming up for a take down 

And ol boy is 'bout to buckle under breakdown 

Stand up if you're down take a look to the future 

This generation gap can't be sewn with a suture 

So step off the toes of those that you stand on 

Looks like you're fallin' off without a damn thing to land on 

History repeats itself society defeats itself 

And egos won't allow us to learn from our conceited self esteem 

Is what it is that we gotta take back if they hit ya 

And they hurt ya hit back make an impact 

We're rollin' with the punches and we're takin' our swings 

And we're waitin' in the wings for what the future brings 

I'm waiting in the wings 

I sing of kings and queens 

But they don't mean as much as the streets do 

You know what I mean? 

Bring that funkcore once more dunk and score 

A deuce how loose is your interpretation of a truce 

No pause for the catch up cause the rhythm never lets up 

Searchin' for the truth yeah the youth have got their heads up 

Eyes wide minds open taken down the narrow like Beretta 

You betta keep your eyes on the sparrow 

Return of the dragon heir to the throne 

And with the microphone we're gonna reunite the home 

Team is the key contradictory to belief 

Believe that team equals victory 

Now lock it in the pocket and let the rhythm roll 

Hit play on the machine and let the home team flow 

Cause we're jumpin' out the box 

Got 'em fat and for the kill waitin' in the cut 

Just to kick 'em in the grill