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Tonalità: B major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was made for this shit,
wrote the other year,
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
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You swag inspired,
you ain't fresh like this
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Shit, I'm on my haters,
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I'ma make them piss
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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
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You swag -inspired,
you ain't fresh like this
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Shit, I'm on my haters,
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I'ma make them piss
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Chained my island to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
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Ammunition, I got plenty
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I squeeze it till it's empty
My haters, they resent me
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Never checkin' what they sent me
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Don't touch me, I ain't friendly
I'm drivin' foreigns, I ain't rentin'
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Your career is stuck,
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I'm pending the corner while
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I'm bending
You thinking about lending?
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My money I ain't sending
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and you can't get a penny
You wanna see me fail because
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I'm ballin'
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You a fake and we ain't
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got nothing in common
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You didn't pick up when you
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saw me callin'
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So you wouldn't catch me
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if you saw me fallin'
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Be careful who you shit on,
they might make you never know
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Don't try to come around me
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if you wasn't here before
You say you need some tickets,
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wanna see me at my show
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I put my bitch in VIP,
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I put you on the floor
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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
You swag -inspired,
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you ain't fresh like this
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Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
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You swag -inspired,
you ain't fresh like this
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Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I'm rollin' off a bean and I'm stoned
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I just did an interview with
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Rolling Stone
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My teachers used to call my
mama on the phone
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I failed in all my classes,
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hated going home
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Got a lot of problems that I
handle on my own
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Remember making beat s
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and feeling stuck inside my home
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And now when I come home,
I'm fucking every bitch
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I know I just showed my chain off
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to Lil Uzi on the phone
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I'm feeling in my zone,
I took the thirties to the dome
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I heard they pitched their shit up
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just so they can match my tone
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I'm balling, you can't stand it,
how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money,
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real ones in my video
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When I'm in my city,
I feel like I'm Rambo
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My bro like a mechanic,
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always keep the hammer close
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Do I believe in heaven?
To be honest, I don't know
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But I believe in ghosts
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and I believe in Lambos
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I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
You swaggy, Spyro,
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you ain't fresh like this
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Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
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I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
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You swaggy, spiral,
Outro 1
you ain't fresh like this
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