September 7th

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] *Yawning* Damn it's the 7th already? Only 6 in the morning getting up already The sun ain't even up, my eyelids too heavy The breath smells of vodka and fingers smells of reggie Hair is all nappy and clothes is all fresh The assorted is torture for all the lucky freshies Back to proms, and after-school lock ins I need more [?] of this going back to school coppin' Shoppin' to mom, she knows that I am Savemoney Tryna convince her that this time I really save money Buying both our clothes with stain money Tryna explain that it's all just the same money But she knows it's really gang money I said momma what's the difference if it make money? She says if you'll take for me you would take from me And as long as I pay for it she will pray for me [Harmonies: Akenya] My homie, Nico Segal of Kids These Days band Savemoney [Trumpet solo: Nico Segal] [Outro: Chance The Rapper] Watch out, it's a movement Look for that, Savemoney you'll see us in the papers On the news Look for GPA, Instrumentality Back to school!