[Verse 1]
I gotta keep my voice low before the Feds listen
Shade my sunshine, but I still glisten
You boys in Rio on the walls pissing
And talk about being robbed, who you really kidding?
Y’all Lochte with lockjaw
Coke in every stall
Walter White in the spot, Van Fair at the mall
Like Jay, I done seen it all
Hardest to ever fall
Look up from the bottom to the top to see it all
It’s Vi Finesse, and I finesse them with haters on my name
Only rapper who never needed his chain
Gold and silver made, their mentals make a slave
My medals say I’m brave, haters crack a safe
Um, let me tell you how it really is
I just live to inspire to kids
Living in my city, living impoverished
I tell them there’s nothing that could ever stop them
So what the hell do we have to lose?
Trump Towers tryna block my views
They said money covers up the bruise
If really itching for it, dawg, I got the juice

[Hook]
If you’re really itching for it, dawg, I got the juice
Yeah, if you’re really itching for it, dawg, I got the juice

[Verse 2]
Bless my haters with a friendly hello
Pray for everyone, even if they were your foe
Stress me for being pissed when I was mellow
Ask if my email’s private when I’m saying Hill no
On a serious note, this series I wrote
Finesse that I float, knowing Finesse is a GOAT
I was South Norfolk, NSU on that flow
Newport News in your throat
Dawg, they ride on my coat
If you think it’s a joke
Catch the Tide on my boat
Catch the Tide on my boat
And you know how I roll
And you know how I go, just me and my crew
7VA at the top, dawg, you know what we do

[Hook]
If you’re really itching for it, dawg, I got the juice
Yeah, if you’re really itching for it, dawg, I got the juice

[Verse 3]
Young homie got it from the Roads
Everybody rapping, that’s just how it goes
Birth of Finesse, all they wanna post
California blood, running with Virginia bros
Riding through the 7 while I’m making goals
Classes getting harder with them student loans
Coulda been worse, thinking of them broken homes
Mommas on their own, Papa’s rolling stones
Temptations on the street, feeling kinda prone
Torn between a chop shop and Auto Zone
I know a couple people working on the phones
Gotta get it how you can when you all own
Curve my haters to the left like I’m Treek
I see Potential in these kids like I’m 3
Hustle like Fresh when I hit a beat
Heard them say Finesse, never talking me
It’s Thanksgiving all year and we gotta eat
Don’t let the fam starve, that ain’t who we be
If we got seconds, then I let ‘em be
Bless someone else and get ‘em what they need
And I never get caught up in the greed
‘Less my haters pray that I never let ‘em breathe