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Intro 1

Verse 1
C C 
 
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
C C 
 
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Em Em 
 
Shit on all my haters,
D D 
 
I'ma make them pissed
C C 
 
G G 
 
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
C C 
 
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Em Em 
 
Shit on all my haters,
D D 
 
I'ma make them pissed

Verse 2
C C 
 
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Ammunition, I got plenty
C C 
 
I squeezed it till it's empty
My haters, they resent me
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
D D 
 
Never checking what they send me
C C 
 
Don't touch me, I ain't friendly
I'm driving foreigns, I ain't renting
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I'm
C C 
 
bending
You're thinking about lending
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
My money I ain't sending
D D 
 
C C 
 
You can't get a penny
You wanna see me
G G 
 
fail because I'm balling
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
You a fake and we ain't got nothing
C C 
 
in common
You didn't pick up when you
G G 
 
saw me calling
Em Em 
 
So you wouldn't catch me
G G 
 
if you saw me falling
C C 
 
G G 
 
Be careful who you shit on,
Em Em 
 
they might make it, you never know
C C 
 
G G 
 
Don't try to come around me if you
C C 
 
wasn't here before
You say you need some tickets,
Em Em 
 
wanna see me at my show
C C 
 
G G 
 
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I

Verse 3
C C 
 
wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
D D 
 
you ain't fresh like this
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
I was made for this shit, rookie of  the year
C C 
 
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
D D 
 
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed

Verse 4
C C 
 
I'm rolling off a bean and I'm stoned
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
D D 
 
C C 
 
My teachers used to call my
momma on the phone
Em Em 
 
I failed in all my classes,
D D 
 
hated going home
G G 
 
C C 
 
Got-Got a  a lot of problems that I
handle on my on
Em Em 
 
Remember making beats and feeling
G G 
 
stuck inside my home
C C 
 
And now when I come home, I'm
fucking every bitch I know
Em Em 
 
I just show my chain off
D D 
 
to Lil Uzi on the phone
C C 
 
I feeling in my zone, I
took two 30's to the dome
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
I heard they pitch they shit up just so
G G 
 
they can match my tone
C C 
 
I'm balling, you can't stand
it how I keep you on your toes
Em Em 
 
No motion picture money
G G 
 
rewinds in my video
C C 
 
When I'm in my city, I feel like I'm Rambo
Em Em 
 
My bro like a mechanic,
G G 
 
always keep the hammer close
C C 
 
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest,
I don't know
Em Em 
 
But I believe in Ghosts and I be
G G 
 
D D 
 
lieve in Lambo's
Em Em 
 
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I

Verse 5
C C 
 
wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
you ain't fresh like this
C C 
 
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
G G 
 
C C 
 
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Em Em 
 
Shit on all my haters,
D D 
 
G G 
 
I'ma make them pissed
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
C C 
 