Тональность: B major•
Intro 1
E
G#m
B
E
G#m
B
E
G#m
B
E
G#m
Verse 1
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m
F#
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
you ain't fresh like this
G#m
Shit on all my haters,
F#
I'ma make them pissed
E
B
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m
F#
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
you ain't fresh like this
G#m
Shit on all my haters,
F#
I'ma make them pissed
Verse 2
E
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
G#m
F#
Ammunition, I got plenty
E
I squeezed it till it's empty
My haters, they resent me
G#m
B
F#
Never checking what they send me
E
Don't touch me, I ain't friendly
I'm driving foreigns, I ain't renting
G#m
B
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I'm
E
bending
You're thinking about lending
G#m
B
My money I ain't sending
F#
E
You can't get a penny
You wanna see me
B
fail because I'm balling
G#m
B
You a fake and we ain't got nothing
You didn't pick up when you
G#m
So you wouldn't catch me
B
if you saw me falling
E
B
Be careful who you shit on,
G#m
they might make it, you never know
E
B
Don't try to come around me if you
You say you need some tickets,
G#m
wanna see me at my show
E
B
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
F#
G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I
Verse 3
E
wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
F#
you ain't fresh like this
G#m
E
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
F#
G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
F#
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
G#m
E
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
Verse 4
E
I'm rolling off a bean and I'm stoned
G#m
B
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
F#
E
My teachers used to call my
momma on the phone
G#m
I failed in all my classes,
B
E
Got-Got a a lot of problems that I
handle on my on
G#m
Remember making beats and feeling
B
stuck inside my home
E
And now when I come home, I'm
fucking every bitch I know
G#m
I just show my chain off
F#
to Lil Uzi on the phone
E
I feeling in my zone, I
took two 30's to the dome
B
G#m
I heard they pitch they shit up just so
B
they can match my tone
E
I'm balling, you can't stand
it how I keep you on your toes
G#m
No motion picture money
E
When I'm in my city, I feel like I'm Rambo
G#m
My bro like a mechanic,
B
always keep the hammer close
E
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest,
I don't know
G#m
But I believe in Ghosts and I be
B
F#
lieve in Lambo's
G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I
Verse 5
E
wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired,
F#
G#m
you ain't fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters,
I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m
F#
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
B
E
Your swag expired,
you ain't fresh like this
G#m
Shit on all my haters,
F#
B
I'ma make them pissed
E
G#m
B
E
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