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[Intro: MC]

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

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

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

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

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