Cla**ic Beats - Last Call lyrics

[Intro: Cla**ick MC] [Verse 1: Cla**ick MC (Future Freshman)] Sun rises through an open champagne gla** Filled too the brim, watched that a** drop Fortified G in the game, spend the cash spot, ask not Doing what these n***as can't, 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 n***as, still hold steel What up Dilla, way too ill, Illinois be bumping Kells Pissed these n***as off with smiles Looking like they Julia Childs, serving on the interstate sh** 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, I'm so vicious, these cold bridges Will have you so frigid with no business You k** your spirit and you got no digits ‘Cause you roll with lame b**hes 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 pa**ion 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 a** 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 [Verse 3: Rashid Hadee] 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 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 I'm still backseat, car full of b**hes, 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 Halos, no can't go, a praying soul, no bank roll But what the f** was we made for?