Free All My 4s Lyrics

Free all of my fours

But I'm still in the trenches

This Glock gone blow

R I P my bros

That lost they life

Down on that road

It was just a year ago

I lost my brother

To a nigga playing with a pole

And it hurt me

Lord I'm just praying

I can ball without my jersey

Every night stay up late

And every morning wake up early

Train find my purpose

Lord knows I'm working

Need a connection out the streets

And I got bad service

Long live Rek he was a dad

I ain't gone lie it hurt me

I was losing everything

Wonder how God was working

One day it's gone turn out perfect

Been stuck off in these streets

I wonder if it's worth it

Nigga been ducking beef

Don't think they pistol's working

Aw man we tote glocks

No these hoes don't jam

Tell them niggas

Throw they flows away

They all spam

My baddest hoe

She love posting me

She don't give a damn

When I hit her from the back Made her say free cap

Free all my fours

It's RIP Flock

I pop a perky everyday for you

Forever running routes

For eighteen

RIP lil dude

Long live Hozay

I love you cuh

You gone way too soon

Everyday this shit look brighter

But here come the moon

Twenty four years ago

A star was made

In the month of June

I like to keep quiet

Loudest prolly brokest in the room

My lil bitch name April

Keep her tool

No you can't play her fool

I am such a predator

I'm turing every beat to food

Talk not listen

That's what people do

If you listen

You might reap a few

Bitch I'm picking out these bodies

Like a reaper do

Puffing on exotic

While I'm riding

In a Beamer coupe

She wanna get inside it

It is not no space for you

Just me and my chopper

When I'm riding

I shoot out the roof

Just got me a pint

And imma dirty up a drink or two

Speak bad on my name

And imma show you

What this stain will do