My Flag / Da Homies

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

I Know your baby never hurt nobody

But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party

OG Blood, everybody know me

When I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

That nigga duke just moved a house in yayo

And you know I keep gunners on the payroll

I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo

Young General these niggas gotta spray for

You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'

Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for

I open fire on her open mouth, case closed

Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters

Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper

In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave

What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody nigga

Mainline, waistside, westside nigga

Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings

Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean?

Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama

When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron

Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth

No gimmicks, God damn

I won't stop being a blood to gangland

To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land

So when they be like: slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?

Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction

'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf

You can do a whole damu documentary on just me

Call it The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper

They did it for the grams, moves and the hush

Gah damn

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's

All I know is VNG's and FTB's

I ran phase back to back, that's on STB

And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me

Big homie gave me a gun and said It better be empty

I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty

I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high Nehi

And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

Westside AM, back in a straight jacket

Mister LA back, free my A track

Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach

Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track

Nigga this, made the game mad

So east coast niggas be like Cuh, you crackin'.

Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'

I'ma be the street rider till the casket

Maybe I should iron out my flag

Maybe I should put another crease in it

Maybe I should iron out my flag

If you gang banging who you beefing with?

The homies in the cut that's on E

Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the cut that's on E

Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

The homies in the cut that's on E

Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the cut that's on E

Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message

Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records

Chuck told me I'm Good, now I'm headed down to the seaters

After that, straight to the hood where them tanners holding theme heaters

Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time

Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs

Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9

Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine

The homies in the cut that's on E

Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P

I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak

On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace

Especially when

The homies in the cut that's on E

Niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street

The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back

Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack

I said, the homies in the cut that's on E

Down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep

Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac

Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac