Chance Bennett, a peculiar name

Graduation night teachers Ferris Bueller'd my name

You made a mixtape? Good job, I hope you get a good job

We was all outcasts, only listened to Good Mob

I performed at fun fair

Fun fact, I'm never going back to school

Been there, done that

They see my little 10 Day tape and my dumb raps

Don't call it impossible, if you really want that

They send my ass to summer school, don't call it a comeback

I just came to beat a bully's ass and get my lunch back

Chano y tequila you know you know you don't want that

I rap my songs in Spanglish, I wrap my weed in blunt wraps

Wrapped up in this one line I hope that shit get unwrapped

As if niggas was getting signed off of a line off one rap

Yo Vic, remember when they called us some freshmen niggas rapping?

Now I ain't gonna be a freshman and I'm rapping

I should've learned a lesson from all of this shit happening

I just look over to Justin for refreshments of the Captain

It's sipping when it's weak sauce, it's shots if it's cracking

Sip it when we tear up, and chug it if we laughing

Fuck it if we're fucked up I never thought of Chatham

Until the day they said I would have to chat without em

And I'm just in the studio hoping that it sounds right

Here's a brighter bulb for your limelight

And this is your night, homie, shine bright

This for everybody's fucking prom night