maktub (444) Lyrics

(Aiight, lemme hear that back?)

Yeah

(The world made me cold, man

My decisions assisted, though, y'know?

Nothing in life happens without reciprocal interest...)

Man, I miss 'em days, used to bike to the forest

Pick the crew up in my van, pop a bip & I floor it (Bip & I floor it)

Man, I miss 'em days, LSD on the beach

Pick the crew up in my van, make a bop and repeat

Freestyles in my backseat

K. Dot on the speaks

Reminisce on my decisions, fuck control, feel complete

Used to speak through Hennessey

Wool over my eyes, but it helped count sheep

Something I was proud of, my shit on repeat

Some things never change, self-awareness is key

Man, I miss them days 'fore the world turned cold

'Fore the skies turned gray, foggy eyes, Illinformed

Verb T on CD's (Rainy days in a tab)

Pay it off, sell it cheap, mind state, where I'm at...

Where I'm at...

I like my shit blown out like laptop speakers

Reminds me of times 12 came, I slapped feet &

Still caught a charge, January '16

16, when I dabbled in tryna push my dream

Dream turned to a passion, passion got me some green

Na'kel, 12+10, not deferring a dream

PINKFLAMINGO whip, inside color of cream

US-27 and the sunset gleam (And the sunset gleam...)

US-27 and the sunset gleam

PINKFLAMINGO whip, inside color of cream

Na'kel Smith, not deferring a dream

The world may be cold, but my decisions assisted

Nothing in life happens, yeah...

The world made me cold, but my decisions assisted

Nothing in life happens without reciprocal interest

My problems manifested external, but mentally I was conflicted

Thank God I barely survived, I had to hit licks, that is

Until I learned that this world was either hit a lick, or be licked

So you tryna get the pole, or be stiff?

Pause,

But from that day, my heart turned colder with each lil pump

I got a shotty, now my enemies shlumped

But as hell freeze over

My shoulder just grew colder

Now I either sleep with a bad bitch or a SIG Sauer

No middle-man, haha

Bussin' bips back in the day

Never leave the house without my strap on my waist

Unlimited ways you could get laid to waste

But if I name them all, the blips on the radar would catch me a case,

So face it

You want a couple months for a burner?

Or life, no PO, for a murder?

Wu-Tang flow, amazed to see a means to be the end

Creepin' thru your ends, don't pretend you didn't see the sin

Ease it in, cooked up for a minute now I peace again

Light em up like incense, in an instant he'll receive Amen's

Leave 'em holy in the field, like Levi Carter

Out in the field, SIG tucked in my Levi's, pushing Carter

That hard-earned work, make a teacher a martyr

People die for the life, but to each his own author

Now I know what I'm after, Alchemist, 'it is written'

Maktub tatted on my brain, now I think different, yeah

(Now I think different, yeah

Now I think different, yeah

And this bitch written, yeah

And it- written, yeah

And this bitch written, yeah)