Freshman List chords and lyrics - NAV

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[C]I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I [Em]wouldn't show up for the freshman [D]list
Your [C]swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Shit [Em]on all my haters,
I'ma make them [D]pissed
[C]I was made for this shit, rookie of [G]the year
I [Em]wouldn't show up for the freshman [D]list
Your [C]swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Shit [Em]on all my haters,
I'ma make them [D]pissed

[Verse 2]
Trade my Honda to a [C]Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
[Em]Ammunition, I got plen[D]ty
I squeezed it till it's [C]empty
My haters, they resent me
[Em]Never chec[G]king what they send [D]me
Don't touch me, I ain't [C]friendly
I'm driving foreigns, I ain't renting
[Em]Your career is stuck on pend[G]ing
The corner what I'm
[C]bending
You're thinking about lending
[Em]My money I ain't sendi[G]ng
[D]You can't get a [C]penny
You wanna see me
fail because I'm [G]balling
[Em]You a fake and we ain't got [G]nothing
in [C]common
You didn't pick up when you
saw me [G]calling
[Em]So you wouldn't catch me
[G]if you saw me falling
[C]Be careful who you shi[G]t on,
they might make it, you never [Em]know
Don't [C]try to come around [G]me if you
wasn't here be[C]fore
You say you need some tickets,
wanna see me at my [Em]show
I put my bitch in [C]VIP, I put you on the [G]floor
I was made for this [D]shit, rookie [Em]of the year I

[Verse 3]
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wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
[D]you ain't fresh like this
[Em]Shit on all [C]my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I was [D]made for this shit, rookie [Em]of the year
I [C]wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your [D]swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
[Em]Shit on all [C]my haters,
I'ma make them pissed

[Verse 4]
I'm [C]rolling off a bean and I'm stoned
I just [Em]did a interview with Rolling [G]Stone
[D]My teachers [C]used to call my
momma on the phone
I failed [Em]in all my classes,
[D]hated going home
Got-Got [G]a a lot of p[C]roblems that I
handle on my on
Remember making [Em]beats and feeling
stuck inside my [G]home
And now when I come [C]home, I'm
fucking every bitch I know
I just show my [Em]chain off
to Lil Uzi on the [D]phone
I [C]feeling in my zone, I
took two 30's to the dome
I [G]heard they pitch they [Em]shit up just so
they can match my [G]tone
I'm [C]balling, you can't stand
it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture [Em]money
[G]rewinds in my video
[C]When I'm in my city, I feel like I'm Rambo
My bro like a mech[Em]anic,
always keep the hammer [G]close
Do I believe in [C]heaven? To be honest,
I don't know
But I believe in [Em]Ghosts and I be
[G]lieve in [D]Lambo's
I was made for this [Em]shit, rookie of the year I

[Verse 5]
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wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
[D]you ain't fresh like [Em]this
Shit [C]on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I [Em]wouldn't show up for the freshman [D]list
[G]Your swa[C]g expired,
you ain't fresh like this
Shit [Em]on all my haters,
I'ma make them [D]pissed[G]
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