[Chorus]

Might go to the mall wit nothing in my pocket

Still find it hard to choose

Im a low-key guy but I’m still bout my profit

Im tryna cop some new shoes

X2

[Verse 1: PARIAH PETE]

Citizenship in killing shit

This that motherfucking shit that you been reeling in

Too large for one man, you gon need back up

One man army, no plaque, ya better back up

Better stack up, if you really tryna ball

On a fucking budget, can’t touch it at all

New reeboks, or some new nikes

Yo i want it fucking all, but this shit ain't free

Been in the same pants ive had all year

Its 2017 now i had em last year

And the year before that, rocking the black ones

For a year straight, do the math do it backwards

Feel like a food court

I have so much to offer, but I’m still the last resort

When i shop around, pretending imma spend

I’m really just envision myself that can

So i

[Chorus]

Might go to the mall wit nothing in my pocket

Still find it hard to choose

Im a low-key guy but I’m still bout my profit

Im tryna cop some new shoes

X2

[Verse 2: PARIAH PETE]

Mall cop of rap - you a motherfucking joke

Tryna escalate my flow, while you try to stay afloat

You been a cruise, with a pretty nice view

So when the storm came, safe haven was yo room

Never had a room to reside in

I built my foundation outta fucking hiding

When i build the castle all the homies gonna slide in

Drop me from my shackles, benz beemer ill be riding not lying

Champion hoodie cuz i feel that way

Always gotta look fresh, while i resonate

You more fruit of the loom cuz you dont make sense

Still rocking that shit, i ain't never follow trends

And i - want them air max 95s

Im gon get it, before the day i die

On my homie eddie, tryna stunt real hard

Still think of yo design that plays on nascar

[Chorus]

Might go to the mall wit nothing in my pocket

Still find it hard to choose

Im a low-key guy but I’m still bout my profit

Im tryna cop some new shoes

X2