No Future in It - Lil Rob

Lil Rob, yeah

It’s kinda fucked up man

All these kids wanna be grown up

«Gangsta Gangsta» and all that kinda shit

Yeah I’ll be honest wit’chu eh

You smoke marihuana dawg but that’s about it

It’s better to cut loose eh y’know?

Chamaco’s on the calle livin la vida loca

Eleven years old, experimenting with drogas

Smoke a little weed, snort a little coca

I’ll just try it one time homey to see que onda

It’s so addictive and they get so addicted

Becomes a habit they gotta have it and they can’t kick it

There’s nothin funny about bein a druggie

I know a lot of people fucked up, became a junkie

Used to dress clean started lookin kinda bummy

True what they say you can learn a lot from a dummy

You get wrapped up in it, like a mummy

Next thing you know you’re in your hefa’a purse stealin her money

And you got it so bad, if you ain’t got it you go mad

Won’t stop until you get a toetag

Somebody please, gimme just a minute homey

To let them know that there ain’t no future in it homey

We like to get all fucked up y’know, homes?

We do drugs 'til we’re all sucked up y’know, homes?

I smoke weed cause it grows from a seed but that other shit

Cauae if it makes you scratched and bleed, twitch and shit

Hey homes just like Mrs. Jones, we both know

That it’s wrong but it’s much too strong to let it go

Some do, some don’t, the ones that don’t are fucked

Always end up stuck in a rut

In love with the drug, do sick shit for a fix

Too many good people ended up in that mix

They scratch and they twitch, they stand and they sit

But they can’t sit still, the drug’s the chill pill

They do what they do, and I’ll let 'em be

Cause in reality they ain’t botherin me

Even though it’s kinda fucked up to see

I can only feel lucky, that that isn’t me

But you know it coulda easily been

It’s not like it wasn’t around all over the town

People lookin for the drogas, their head in the ground

Another overdose, another body was found

I don’t have to prove to you what I been through

Just lettin you know I seen and what I been into

We’d go out, we’d stay late 'til the day breaks

We’d be in Cisco drinkin and huffin spraypaint

Sparkin it up, pointin the spray plate

Gettin fucked up 'til we can’t see straight

Hit the calles to go start some havoc

And go gangbangin in my homeboy’s Maverick

I remember, bumpin some ace fly

My cuete’s loaded and so am I

And you could tell by the look in my eyes

That I ain’t givin a fuck homeboy, we live to die

But that was just the thing to do at the time

Get together, get high, and go pull some crimes

But the truth is, you’ve got a fucked up mentality

Bet, you’re gonna get a fucked up reality, check