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[Intro: MC]

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

[Verse 2:
is what we say though
is not a game, joe
is why we lay low

Listen, Im so vicious, cold bridges
Will you so frigid with no business
You kill your and you got no digits
Cause you roll with bitches that aint gifted
I lifted, I move and I aim different
I hate critics, they aint it, I paint vivid
I aint image, this aint scripted, I in it
fakes winded, gasping with no passion
These cromagnons will stay
I it moving till my soul collapses
You cant catch me, Im a bullet from Gods gun, Im flying
Stand here, look around, hope Im last
I just when I hear their lying ass
My circle, 360 with the craft
This is my from my soul to my head
Im giving you these lessons, hope you follow that

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

Nobody said it be easy but I take it easy
Im like Im Stevie as I wonder about the music in my mind
Let it play, every day with the trail I
But never this thing like in dreams
Look at tears in the delicate scenes
Lost with irrelevant means that never did leave
The life you might have see on television
I could tell our vision better scenes from where they
But Im still backseat, car full of bitches, got liquor and theyre sisters
They hard to read like with hieroglyphics
No consequences, what we willing
Like riding raw, dont have a difference, its all good till the wings
Halos, no cant go, a soul, no bank roll
But what the fuck was we for?