

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:23
No
1/27/2026