[Intro]
Everything good, quit askin', that shit backwards
I done did this shit 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 bitch 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***a play, I hope his life insured, hit up GEICO
I knew that shit was serious, I saw cuz with a rifle
Looked him in his eyes, seen that killin' shit 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***as' idol (Huh)

[Chorus]
Franchize, I think they like me (Huh)
I rock more Supreme than a hypebeast
Most the shit 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 shit more than a title
Then show me that my love mean somethin', that shit vital
Every time I put that shit on, it go viral
I swear it hurt my feelings to see my n***as suicidal (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I lost my granny young, fuck cancer
Why is n***as soft? 'Cause they Pamper
I watched n***as' homie call from jail and they ain't answer (Me)
N***as talk the shit, but turn Houdini when it matter
I done seen a n***a 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 shit, way before I was a rapper
Rockstar, this shit amusing
These n***as sell they souls for shitty diamonds and a Cuban
Don't believe the hype, these rappers lyin' in they music (Yeah)
The way this shit 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***as 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 shit 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 shit more than a title
Then show me that my love mean somethin', that shit vital
Every time I put that shit on, it go viral
I swear it hurt my feelings to see my n***as suicidal (Yeah)