NAV - Freshman List lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV - Freshman List lyrics]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys 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 shit 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 bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit 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 on
Remember making beats and feeling
Stuck inside my home
And now when I come home
I'm fucking every bitch 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 shit 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 shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys 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 shit 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 bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit 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 on
Remember making beats and feeling
Stuck inside my home
And now when I come home
I'm fucking every bitch 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 shit 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 shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain't fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed