[Chorus]

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 'em 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 'em pissed

[Verse 1]

Trade my Honda to a Bentley

Now these fuckboys wanna end me

Ammunition, I got plenty, I squeezed it 'til it’s empty

My haters, they resent me, never checkin' what they send me

Don't touch me, I ain't friendly, I'm drivin' foreigns, I ain't rentin'

Your career is stuck on pendin', the corner what I'm bendin'

You thinkin' 'bout lendin' my money, I ain't sendin'

You can't get a penny, you wanna see me fail because I'm ballin'

You a fake and we ain't got nothin' in common

You didn't pick up when you saw me callin'

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

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

[Chorus]

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 'em 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 'em pissed

[Verse 2]

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

I just did a interview with Rollin' Stone

My teachers used to call my mama on the phone

I failed in all my classes, hated goin' home

Got, got a lot of problems that I handle on my own

Remember makin' beats and feelin' stuck inside my home

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

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

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

No motion picture money, real ones 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 Lambos

[Chorus]

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 'em 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 'em pissed