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[Intro: MC]

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

[Verse 2:
This is 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
you roll with lame bitches that aint gifted
I lifted, I move and I aim different
I hate critics, they aint lived it, I paint
I aint image, this aint scripted, I in it
These winded, gasping with no passion
These cromagnons stay backwards
I keep it moving my soul collapses
You cant catch me, Im a bullet from Gods gun, Im flying
Stand here, look around, hope Im last
I just laugh when I hear their ass
My whole circle, 360 with the
This is my from my soul to my head
Here Im giving you these lessons, hope you that

[Verse 3: Hadee]
that, follow that
Follow that, follow

said it would be easy but I take it easy
Im like Im Stevie as I wonder about the music in my mind
Let it play, day with the trail I blaze
But never this like forever in dreams
Look at them tears in the delicate
Lost souls with irrelevant means never did leave
The you might have only see on television
I could tell our vision better scenes from where living
But Im still backseat, car full of bitches, they got liquor and theyre
They hard to like pyramids with hieroglyphics
No consequences, doing we willing
Like raw, dont 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?