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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed 

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed 

Trade my Honda to a Bentley 

Now these fuckboys wanna end me 

Ammunition, I got plenty 

I squeezed it till it's empty 

My haters, they resent me 

Never checking what they send me 

Don't touch me, I ain't friendly 

I'm driving foreigns, I ain't renting 

Your career is stuck on pending 

The corner what I'm bending 

You're thinking about lending 

My money I ain't sending 

You can't get a penny 

You wanna see me fail because I'm balling 

You a fake and we ain't got nothing in common 

You didn't pick up when you saw me calling 

So you wouldn't catch me if you saw me falling 

Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know 

Don't try to come around me if you wasn't here before 

You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show 

I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor 

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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed 

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed 

I'm rolling off a bean and I'm stoned 

I just did a interview with Rolling Stone 

My teachers used to call my momma on the phone 

I failed in all my classes, hated going home 

Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my on 

Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home 

And now when I come home, I'm fucking every bitch I know 

I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone 

I feeling in my zone, I took two 30's to the dome 

I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone 

I'm balling, you can't stand it how I keep you on your toes 

No motion picture money rewinds in my video 

When I'm in my city, I feel like I'm Rambo 

My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close 

Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don't know 

But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambo's 

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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed 

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year 

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list 

Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this 

Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed