My Flag/Da Homies (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay 305, AD, Mitch E-Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)

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 ****ing duke just moved a house in yay

And you know I keep gunners on the payroll

I even ****ed with Mitchy Slick down in Dayg

Young General these ****ers gotta spray fo

You **** around and catch 20 out this Range Ro

Mane that beef bullshit is what a bitch made fo

I open fire on her open mouth, case closed

Came in this shit with Chuck Taylor's screaming **** hater

Bad **** I'ma **** later, tryna touch pape

In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave

What I'm drinking got me thinking, **** 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 ****in

Mainline, waistside, westside mother****er

**** peace, this for Crenshaw king

Suckin' out ****ers, **** is ya'll mean

Lowkey is on drop, give a **** bout whatcho mam

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

Then lay back with a ****, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fift

No gimmicks, God damn

I won't stop being a blood to gangland

To my **** then kicked in locked up in a strange lan

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

Bullshit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunctio

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

Yeah Dat

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, ****, you better know m

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

I was eleven years old with a motha'****ing fift

I got love for certain ****ers, I've been doing this since knee high Neh

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

**** this Athens, made the game ma

So east coast ****ers be like "Cuh, you crackin'.

****ers 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?

Part II: Da Homies

The Game - RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit

RJ - Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh

The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling

The Game - Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha****ing shit blood. Ay duke, do that shit bloo

The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree

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

Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac

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

Ay ****er, lemme hit the shi

Where the **** you get this bud from homie

Ay, we about to run outta gas my ****e

The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree

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

Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac

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 ****ers get the messag

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 shit it no play tim

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, **** don't say min

The homies in the cut that's on E

Some ****ers bang the C some ****ers bangin' the

I'm really in the streets you other ****ers is wea

On my mama and the hood, **** around and Ya ass in peac

Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E

The homies in the cut that's on E, ****ers turnt up and we bout to hit the stree

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

Bout to hit the ****ing spot and get another sac

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

Say ****er, that little ****in' right there cu

Where ****er

Right across the street loc. Man I told these ****ers the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cu

Ay cuz, turn that ****ing music down ****e

Tired of these ****ers comin' over here and **** shit u

Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!

Man pull up ****er, I said pull up cuh

Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time

(Sirens blare)

Oh ****er cu

(Police in background): This is the Compton Police

Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuz

Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga

(Pol. in back) Put your (?)

Aight!

(Pol. in back) Shut it off asshole!

It's off cuh

Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones

Ha ha ha bitch don't drop that soap bitch

****ed up ass niggas in ya own hood bitch

(laughing)

Niggas hit the switch (Car hydraulics activate) Get back to 05' on these niggas blood

Woo

(Driving away)

I ain't goin'

Shh

**** that shit cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'

The **** you mean you ain't going?

I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't

**** what the **** we gon' do then?

I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out

**** it then cuh, on Compton Crip! (kick the door open?)

(Sounds of slamming and gunshots)

**** the police!!