[Intro: MC]
[Verse 1: MC (Future Freshman)] Sun rises through an champagne glass Filled too the brim, that ass drop Fortified G in the game, the cash spot, ask not Doing these niggas cant, ask God, as for All haters here, gonna make a year Riding slow and turning wheels, sipping and burning bills This goes out to Vernon Hills, 59th and Fields Chi-town niggas, hold steel What up Dilla, way too ill, Illinois be bumping Pissed these niggas off with Looking they Julia Childs, serving on the interstate Shit look like we pounds, bet you looking nervous now Future Freshman, future sound, heads, future crowns
[Verse 2: This is we say though is not a game, joe is why we lay low
Listen, Im so vicious, cold bridges have 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, aint lived it, I paint vivid I aint image, this aint scripted, I in it These fakes winded, with no passion These cromagnons will 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 I hear their lying ass My circle, 360 with the craft This is my story from my soul to my Im giving you these lessons, hope you follow that
[Verse 3: Hadee] Follow that, follow that, follow that
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, day with the trail I blaze But never this like forever in dreams Look at tears in the delicate scenes Lost souls with irrelevant means that never did The life you might have see on television I could our vision better scenes from where they living But Im backseat, car full of bitches, they got liquor and theyre sisters They hard to like pyramids with hieroglyphics No consequences, what we willing Like riding raw, dont have a difference, its all good the wings flipping Halos, no go, a praying soul, no bank roll But what the fuck was we made