444

It go 444
It go 444
Walking through Seville with the smoke
Couldn't run away from death
Even halfway across the globe
It go 444

I'm waiting on my flight that connects
It's never love, they just like me to death
I mean she cool, but her life is a mess
Look what Spain done did
Created space between me and all the niggas I been racing against

Shit, I need stress-free
I like lists that have me down as a priority instead of fresh meat
I like cream colored Bentleys
My team so small there's no room for one to envy
Reserve a table, but it's just me
Asking myself why he sent me?
Texts on delivered, it's a late night frenzy
Hitting up every jawn that ever did me wrong
As if they could ever forget me
This shit could get live, don't ever tempt me
Moral compass twisted off Benny's
Too many shots in my back, couldn't fire at a friendly
This the greener grass they love talking about
Too many zeros in my Navy Fed to ever give a fuck
Bout what they talking about
Verizon flagged the cell for fraud
Spent too many nights abroad
Kept hearing clicks through the calls
Using Whatsapp just to talk
On God

I'm waiting on my flight that connects
It's never love, they just like me to death
I mean she cool, but her life is a mess
Look what Spain done did
Created space between me and all the niggas I been racing against
Walking through Sevilla with the smoke
Couldn't run away from death
Even halfway across the globe
It go 444

Going double up
Watch weigh too much to ever hit 'em with an uppercut
Fuck a mile, my haters couldn't even get a knuckle up
Bringing up my past when she don't even know the half
Had me laying out my plans and explaining all that "such and such"
At my age, my parents already had me
Honda Civic, with a car seat in the backseat
Never in doubt, whatever God got for me, will have me
Shawties my age, these days, all ran through like track meets
Or burnt bad or ride benches like athletes
Every gun I ever held was pointed at me
Even if it's not God, I must got an angel by my side
Protection from the smoke
All those nights I ain't wanna live, but still made it home
Lost at 4AM where the road is bricked
Where the streets are too narrow
But still slip through the cracks and found an opening
Winning is a hobby because life is what you make it and
This is how I molded it
Couldn't speak a lick of Spanish
But my energy unmatched so they don't even notice it
At 24 my bucket list is three fourths finished with
A Margarita on the rocks, we can't leave until she finish it
Box her meal, she wants dessert
You're the one that she has dinner with
Relationships turn blind to hide the fact it's diminishing

I'm waiting on my flight that connects
It's never love, they just like me to death
I mean she cool, but her life is a mess
Look what Spain done did
Created space between me and all the niggas I been racing against

It go 444
It go 444
Walking through Seville with the smoke
Couldn't run away from death
Even halfway across the globe
It go 444