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[Intro: MC]

[Verse 1: MC (Future Freshman)]
Sun rises an open champagne glass
too the brim, watched that ass drop
Fortified G in the game, the cash spot, ask not
Doing what niggas cant, ask God, as for
All haters here, gonna make a year
Riding and turning wheels, sipping lean and burning bills
This out to Vernon Hills, 59th and Midway Fields
niggas, still hold steel
What up Dilla, way too ill, be bumping Kells
Pissed these niggas off smiles
Looking like they Childs, serving on the interstate
Shit look we serving pounds, bet you looking nervous now
Future Freshman, future sound, heavy heads, crowns

2: Visual]
This is what we say
is not a game, joe
is why we lay low

Listen, Im so vicious, cold bridges
Will have you so with no business
You kill your and you got no digits
Cause you roll with lame bitches aint gifted
I stay lifted, I move and I aim
I hate critics, aint lived it, I paint vivid
I aint image, this scripted, I stay in it
These winded, gasping with no passion
cromagnons will stay backwards
I keep it moving my soul collapses
You cant catch me, Im a from Gods gun, Im flying fast
Stand here, around, hope Im dying last
I just laugh when I their lying ass
My whole circle, 360 the craft
This is my story from my to my head
Here Im giving you these lessons, hope you follow

[Verse 3: Rashid
Follow that, that
Follow that, follow

said it would be easy but I take it easy
Im thinking like Im Stevie as I wonder about the music in my
Let it play, every day with the I blaze
But never this thing like in dreams
Look at them tears in the delicate
Lost souls with means that never did leave
The life you might have see on television
I could tell our better scenes from where they living
But Im backseat, car full of bitches, they got liquor and theyre sisters
They hard to read like pyramids with
No consequences, doing what we
Like riding raw, have a difference, its all good till the wings flipping
Halos, no cant go, a soul, no bank roll
But the fuck was we made for?