Future Freshmen - Last Call lyrics
rate mefeat. Rashid Hadee & Visual
Sun rises through an open champagne glass
Feel, took a brim, watched that ass drop
4 to 5 G in the game, spend the cash spot, ask not
Doing what these niggas can’t, ask God, ask fuck
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
Shaw town niggas, steal hoe, steal
What up dealer, way too ill, Illinois be bumping hills
Test these niggas off with smiles
Looking like they drew each out, serving on the interstate
Chilling like we serving pounds, bet you looking nervous now
Future freshman, future sound, heavy heads, future crowns
This is what we say though
This is not a game, joe
Hate is why we lay low
Listen, I’m 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 ain’t gifted
I stay lifted, I move and I aim different
I hate critics, they ain’t lived it, I paint vivid
I ain’t image, this ain’t 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 can’t catch me, I’m a bullet from God’s gun, I’m flying fast
Stand here, look around, hope I’m 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 I’m giving you these lessons, hope you follow that
Follow that, follow that
Follow that, follow that
Nobody said it would be easy but I take it easy
I’m thinking like I’m Stevie as I wonder about the music in my mind
Let it play, every day with the thrill 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 sees from where they living
But I’m still backseat, car full of bitches, they got liquor and they’re sisters
They hard to read like pyramids with hieroglyphics
No consequences, doing what we willing
Like riding raw, don’t have a difference, it’s all good till the wings flipping
Hate lows, no can’t go, a praying soul, no bank roll
But what the fuck was we made for?