Biography:
Navraj Singh Goraya was born on November 3, 1989 in Toronto, Ontario and was raised in the city's suburban Rexdale neighbourhood. He is of Punjabi descent; his parents are Sikhs originally from the northern state of Punjab in India. His mother was involved in computer manufacturing and his father operated a forklift. Goraya first became interested in music after his mother bought him a boombox in the third grade. His uncle, who was a popular singer in Punjab, also brought him to a studio.
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[Intro] x4
|E |G#m
[Hook]
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m B
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Verse 1]
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 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 F#
Your career is stuck on pending
E
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
G#m F#
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
E
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
G#m B
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
E
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
G#m
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
E B G#m
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
B E
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
B G#m
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
N.C.
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
[Key Change]
[Hook]
F# G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Verse 2]
E
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
G#m B
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
E
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
G#m B
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
E
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my on
G#m F#
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
E
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
G#m F#
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
E
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
G#m E
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
E
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
B
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
E B
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
G#m B
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
E
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
B
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambo’s
[Key Change]
[Hook]
F# G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Outro]
|E |G#m
|E |G#m
[Hook]
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m B
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Verse 1]
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 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 F#
Your career is stuck on pending
E
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
G#m F#
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
E
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
G#m B
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
E
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
G#m
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
E B G#m
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
B E
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
B G#m
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
N.C.
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
[Key Change]
[Hook]
F# G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Verse 2]
E
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
G#m B
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
E
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
G#m B
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
E
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my on
G#m F#
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
E
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
G#m F#
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
E
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
G#m E
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
E
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
B
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
E B
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
G#m B
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
E
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
B
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambo’s
[Key Change]
[Hook]
F# G#m
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
E
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
F# G#m
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
E
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
E
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
G#m F#
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
E
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
G#m F#
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
[Outro]
|E |G#m
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