Rob "Reef" Tewlow - Ain't No Future lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor] Some of y'all might not know So Imma drop some history real quick I'm from Flint, Michigan I want to say rest in peace to our pioneer, MC Breed Whom put us on the map back in 1990 So now in 2011, Imma do my part for Fly city So allow me to pay homage and salute Fly city we do it a little something like this [Verse 1: Jon Connor] This is for my residence, Fly city on so Imma represent Flow is still the sickest, like he still ain't get his medicine I'm from the city about that action n***as don't do threats, because if they say it it's gon' happen n***as spitting fire, Imma hold the torch high Up and down landing, raised on the north side They be looking at me now like "Connor yo we made it" A n***a at the shop, at Pasa Nino getting faded We don't give a f**, because we were raised in the jungle We gon' represent it, too much struggle to be humble Out of town proud, got love for the D But homie please don't get it twisted, yes I'm from the F-L-I-N-T In the city, where grinding is what we are best at Shouts to the fifth ward, holla at me west pad I does it for the mitten it's plain to see You're listening to the sounds of reef and the boy Jay-Z [Hook] It ain't no future in your fronting (I thought I told you n***as, man) [Verse 2: Jon Connor] I never got caught with a kilo Or acted like I did because the faking ain't for me I was raised around n***as that were really in the streets so I can tell a fake motherf**er when I see one You know where I'm from so you know what I saw Hoes on my dick so we like "f** the law" Getting hara**ed by the cops is routine Grabbing on my 501, Levi jeans We are about our business but also know we got pride [?] my n***as on the the south side Hooping in our free time, black little brown pride Shouts to my hispanics representing on the east side Flint we're taking over, the war zones [?] breed soldiers You make it out, you're lucky like a four-leaf clover So get it clear and don't forget when I told you I got the throne with my city on my shoulder [Hook] It ain't no future in your fronting (y'all better cut all that clown sh** out) This is a tour through my city through these verses Connor keep it jumping like it's sunday up in Bursten I'll be at the Loft, when I get off n***a just call me Mo Cleef telling me to meet him at the Palm Tree [?] n***as keep a b**h on, burning in their lap Blue City Club is the clique and I be different And it ain't gon' change for the world or the government I'm speaking for my city so I can never be quiet Because n***as steady dying for the M-O-N-E-Y We breed real n***as, so ain't sh** that you could tell me Holla at me Merle Hood, holla at me Cell B I rep for the city, every verse, every feature [?] You got my back and I got yours What time is it? huh, tear down the doors [Hook] It ain't no future in your fronting (Rest in peace, Breed) [Outro: Jon Connor] It ain't no future in your fronting It never was, cuhh 1990 to 2011, RIP Breed Flint town equals Fly city I represent for the whole Fly city (I'm feeling real Fli-nished right now) North, southwest to central Rest in peace, Central Connor, Flint power is happening In Dubb, what up? Beefing, what up Uptown? Cold Water road, I see you f** it n***a, flexing [?], n***a It ain't no future in your fronting (I got you)