Prom Night Pt. 1 (DJ Critical Hype Blend)

Chance Bennett, a peculiar name
Graduation night teachers Ferris Buellerd 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, Im never going back to school
Been there, done that
They see my little 10 Day tape and my dumb raps
Dont call it impossible, if you really want that
They send my ass to summer school, dont call it a comeback
I just came to beat a bullys ass and get my lunch back
Chano y tequila you know you know you dont 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 aint gonna be a freshman and Im rapping
I shouldve learned a lesson from all of this shit happening
I just look over to Justin for refreshments of the Captain
Its sipping when its weak sauce, its shots if its cracking
Sip it when we tear up, and chug it if we laughing
Fuck it if were fucked up I never thought of Chatham
Until the day they said I would have to chat without em
And Im just in the studio hoping that it sounds right
Heres a brighter bulb for your limelight
And this is your night, homie, shine bright
This for everybodys fucking prom night