I was made for this ***, wrote the other year, I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this ***, wrote the other year, I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed Chained my under to a Bentley, now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got plenty, I'll squeeze it till it's empty My haters, they resent me, never checkin' what they sent me Don't touch me, I ain't friendly, I'm drivin' foreigns, I ain't rentin' Your career is stuck, I'm pending, the corner, what I'm bending You thinkin' about lending, my money, I ain't sendin' you, 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 *** on, they might make 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 I was made for this ***, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this ***, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed I'm rollin' off a bean and I'm stoned I just did an interview with Rolling Stone My teachers used to call my mama on the phone I failed in all my classes, hated goin' home 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 showed my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone I'm feelin' in my zone, I took the thirties to the dome I heard they pissed their *** 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 I was made for this ***, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed I was made for this ***, rookie of the year I wouldn't show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this ***, I'm on my haters, I'ma make them pissed