Freshman List (Explicit)

Freshman List (Explicit) - NAV

Written by：Nav

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed

Trade my Honda to a Bentley

Now these f**kboys wanna end me

Ammunition I got plenty

I squeezed it till it's empty

My haters they resent me

Never checking what they send me

Don't touch me I ain't friendly

I'm driving foreigns I ain't renting

Your career is stuck on pending

The corner what I'm bending

You're thinking about lending

My money I ain't sending

You can't get a penny

You wanna see me fail because I'm balling

You a fake and we ain't got nothing in common

You didn't pick up when you saw me calling

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

Be careful who you sh*t 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 b**ch in VIP I put you on the floor

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed

I'm rolling off a bean and I'm 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 I'm f**king every b**ch I know

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

I feeling in my zone I took two 30's to the dome

I heard they pitch they sh*t up just so they can match my tone

I'm balling you can't stand it how I keep you on your toes

No motion picture money rewinds 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 Lambo's

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed

I was made for this sh*t rookie of the year

I wouldn't show up for the freshman list

Your swag expired you ain't fresh like this

Sh*t on all my haters I'ma make them pissed