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[Intro: MC]

[Verse 1: MC (Future Freshman)]
Sun rises through an open champagne
Filled too the brim, watched 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 slow and turning wheels, sipping lean and burning
This goes out to Vernon Hills, 59th and Midway
Chi-town niggas, still hold
What up Dilla, way too ill, Illinois be Kells
these niggas off with smiles
Looking like Julia Childs, serving on the interstate
Shit look like we serving pounds, bet you nervous now
Future Freshman, future sound, heavy heads, future

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

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

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

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