Last Call Lyrics - Singles - Future Freshmen

[Intro: Classick MC] 

[Verse 1: Classick MC (Future Freshman)] 

Sun rises through an open champagne glass 

Filled too the brim, watched that ass drop 

Fortified G in the game, spend the cash spot, ask not 

Doing what these niggas cant, ask God, as for 

All these haters here, gonna make a year 

Riding slow and turning wheels, sipping lean and burning bills 

This goes out to Vernon Hills, 59th and Midway Fields 

Chi-town niggas, still hold steel 

What up Dilla, way too ill, Illinois be bumping Kells 

Pissed these niggas off with smiles 

Looking like they Julia Childs, serving on the interstate 

Shit look like we serving pounds, bet you looking nervous now 

Future Freshman, future sound, heavy heads, future crowns 

[Verse 2: Visual] 

This is what we say though 

This is not a game, joe 

Hate is why we lay low 

Listen, Im so vicious, these cold bridges 

Will have you so frigid with no business 

You kill your spirit and you got no digits 

Cause you roll with lame bitches that aint gifted 

I stay lifted, I move and I aim different 

I hate critics, they aint lived it, I paint vivid 

I aint image, this aint scripted, I stay in it 

These fakes winded, gasping with no passion 

These cromagnons will stay backwards 

I keep it moving till my soul collapses 

You cant catch me, Im a bullet from Gods gun, Im flying fast 

Stand here, look around, hope Im dying last 

I just laugh when I hear their lying ass 

My whole circle, 360 with the craft 

This is my story from my soul to my head 

Here Im giving you these lessons, hope you follow that 

[Verse 3: Rashid Hadee] 

Follow that, follow that 

Follow that, follow that 

Nobody said it would be easy but I take it easy 

Im thinking like Im Stevie as I wonder about the music in my mind 

Let it play, every day with the trail I blaze 

But never this thing like forever in dreams 

Look at them tears in the delicate scenes 

Lost souls with irrelevant means that never did leave 

The life you might have only see on television 

I could tell our vision better scenes from where they living 

But Im still backseat, car full of bitches, they got liquor and theyre sisters 

They hard to read like pyramids with hieroglyphics 

No consequences, doing what we willing 

Like riding raw, dont have a difference, its all good till the wings flipping 

Halos, no cant go, a praying soul, no bank roll 

But what the fuck was we made for?