No Future

Ok, 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
 Ok, 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
 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
 Listen