Vital lyrics

[Intro]
Everything good, quit askin', that sh*t backwards
I done did this sh*t way before I was a rapper

[Verse 1]
Twenty-three, I think I'm Michael (Yeah)
On my second foreign, still no license
Treat him like the mark on a shoe, we tryna wipe him
Diamonds hittin' hard, Holyfield, cut the Tyson
I swear I can't tell my b*tch nothin', she so psycho (Yeah, why you?)
Why you? 'Cause I like you
They thought Gucci Mane was in the club, I'm so icy
n*gga play, I hope his life insured, hit up GEICO
I knew that sh*t was serious, I saw cuz with a rifle
Looked him in his eyes, seen that killin' sh*t excite you
Yeah, I used to hoop and bust drugs back in high school
It ain't a hatе bone in my body to dislike you
I don't sneak diss, thе only shots is to the rivals
We pull up, black trucks, who is that? They think it's Biden (Yeah)
I done seen people do so less and feel entitled
They say my name so much, I'm startin' to think I'm n*ggas' idol (Huh)

[Chorus]
Franchize, I think they like me (Huh)
I rock more Supreme than a hypebeast
Most the sh*t I do, don't make the 'Gram, they gon' hype it
The last time the homie showed the strap, he got indicted
Show me you sincere, that sh*t more than a title
Then show me that my love mean somethin', that sh*t vital
Every time I put that sh*t on, it go viral
I swear it hurt my feelings to see my n*ggas suicidal (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I lost my granny young, f*ck cancer
Why is n*ggas soft? 'Cause they Pamper
I watched n*ggas' homie call from jail and they ain't answer (Me)
n*ggas talk the sh*t, but turn Houdini when it matter
I done seen a n*gga dome gone, face splattered
Boy, you know these pockets homegrown, they fatter
Every pro come in, I put up half, then hustled backwards
I been had this sh*t, way before I was a rapper
Rockstar, this sh*t amusing
These n*ggas sell they souls for sh*tty diamonds and a Cuban
Don't believe the hype, these rappers lyin' in they music (Yeah)
The way this sh*t come now, can't even fit it in the Ksubis
Told bro, "Don't ask me how I'm doin'", I just manage
It's crazy how my n*ggas hittin' licks in high fashion
Cuz told me, "Get it how you live," a real bandit
I don't go nowhere without the fam, I'm Go Gadget

[Chorus]
Franchize, I think they like me (Huh)
I rock more Supreme than a hypebeast
Most the sh*t I do, don't make the 'Gram, they gon' hype it
The last time the homie showed the strap, he got indicted
Show me you sincere, that sh*t more than a title
Then show me that my love mean somethin', that sh*t vital
Every time I put that sh*t on, it go viral
I swear it hurt my feelings to see my n*ggas suicidal (Yeah)