Saints Hall Roll Call

[Intro]
Yeah
Briarcrest
Saints
Check it
[Verse 1]
Fresh fade, letterman, green in the seams
Hallways hummin', lockers full of big dreams
Best friends clownin' by the trophy case glass
Talkin' 'bout the game, tryna ace that class
Friday lights glow, we runnin' that field
Saints on our chest, no fold, no yield
Coach say "grind," we answer "yes sir"
Pray up, play hard, heart stay pure
[Chorus]
Briarcrest Saints, we the best, that’s facts (hey!)
From the first bell ring to the fourth-quarter snap
Got love, got faith, got fam in the stands
Jesus first, every play, every plan
Briarcrest Saints, whole crew, that squad
From the math room rows to the back of the quad
If you roll through gates, you ain’t left out once
Everybody got a seat at this Saints lunch
[Verse 2]
Gym lights buzz, sneakers on the wood
Five on the floor, we hoopin' so good
Cross to the left, crowd lose they mind
Scoreboard lit, we ain't wastin' time
Lacrosse on the grass, sticks up, no fear
Face mask fogged but the vision stay clear
Best teachers guide, they push, they care
They know your name when you walk in there
Cute girls laughin' by the front-row pews
Sunday smile, Monday same good news
Faith in the books and the way that we live
Grace in the halls, we learn to forgive
[Chorus]
Briarcrest Saints, we the best, that’s facts (yeah!)
From the first bell ring to the fourth-quarter snap
Got love, got faith, got fam in the stands
Jesus first, every play, every plan
Briarcrest Saints, whole crew, that squad
From the science labs to the back of the quad
If you roll through gates, you ain’t left out once
Everybody got a seat at this Saints lunch
[Bridge]
What’s home?
Right here, this place
Green and white pride, joy on each face
Walk in shy, walk out bold
Heart full of courage, story gets told
[Chorus]
Briarcrest Saints, we the best, that’s facts (woo!)
From the first bell ring to the fourth-quarter snap
Got love, got faith, got fam in the stands
Jesus first, every play, every plan
Briarcrest Saints, whole crew, that squad
From the front-row pews to the back of the quad
If you roll through gates, you ain’t left out once
Everybody got a seat at this Saints lunch

rap, Boom-bap 90s cypher vibe, male vocals; swung drums, filtered jazz piano loop, and thick upright bass. Verses delivered with crisp, narrative flow; hook opens with stacked gang vocals chanting the title line. Occasional vinyl crackle and DJ cuts between sections. Energy builds from laid-back nostalgia to triumphant school-pride anthem, ending with a big chant-out outro., football