In The Mall

[Verse 1]

Something that my brothas wanna bump to

Something that my cousin smoking loud to

Something that my people wanna rock with

Something that I wanna hit the top with

Mama thought I wasn’t in a trap tho

In the rat race to the bando

Lit a candle with the fans broke free from the chains of the suits and the assholes

Fuck a 9-5 I ain’t tryna survive I’m tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot

Ha

Like hovito, when I jock

I stole these flows, still I rock

Still I roll, still I rise, still my soul

Hit that pot, throw ego

And slowly grow

I know these roads

I coast these flows

I tripped my hop, to get that dough

A sell out sold

I’m done



[Hook]

Ever since I sold my soul

These hours seem to change

I don’t know what you’ve been told but things don’t feel the same