[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