Текст песни «Nav - Freshman List»

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed

[Verse 1]
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeezed it till its empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checking what they send me
Dont touch me, I aint friendly
Im driving foreigns, I aint renting
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what Im bending
Youre thinking about lending
My money I aint sending
You cant get a penny
You wanna see me fail because Im balling
You a fake and we aint got nothing in common
You didnt pick up when you saw me calling
So you wouldnt catch me if you saw me falling
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
Dont try to come around me if you wasnt 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 wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed

[Verse 2]
Im rolling off a bean and Im 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 own
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, Im 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 30s to the dome
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
Im balling, you cant stand it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
When Im in my city, I feel like Im Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I dont know
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambos

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldnt show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you aint fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, Ima make them pissed