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[Hook] I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed [Verse 1] Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these f**boys 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 sh** 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 b**h in VIP, I put you on the floor [Hook] I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed [Verse 2] 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 cla**es, 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 f**ing every b**h 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 sh** 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 [Hook] I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this sh**, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this sh** on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed