|E |G#m

[Hook]
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   G#m                               F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
         G#m                           B
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   G#m                               F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
        G#m                            F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1]
                      E
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
G#m                 F#
Ammunition, I got plenty
                         E
I squeezed it till it’s empty
My haters, they resent me
        G#m              F#
Never checking what they send me
                           E
Don’t touch me, I ain’t friendly
I’m driving foreigns, I ain’t renting
       G#m               F#
Your career is stuck on pending
                     E
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
    G#m            F#
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
E
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
G#m                      B
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
E
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
G#m
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
E                   B                                      G#m
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
                   B                            E
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
                        B                         G#m
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
N.C.
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor

[Key Change]
[Hook]
F#                   G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      F#                                G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
         E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      F#                                G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
        E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 2]
       E
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
       G#m                           B
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
             E
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
            G#m                          B
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
                  E
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my on
                 G#m                               F#
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
                    E
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
                G#m                         F#
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
                 E
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
                        G#m                                E
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
                         E
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
                    B
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
                E                     B
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
                G#m                            B
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
                  E
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
                  B
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambo’s

[Key Change]
[Hook]
F#                   G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      F#                                G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
         E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
   G#m                               F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
      E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
        G#m                            F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed