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

(Mustard on the beat, ho)
 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 an ounce of 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 Rove'
 Mayne, 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 six-trey rag going brazy up the Ave
 What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga
 Maybe I should iron out my flag (ooh shit, ooh)
 Maybe I should put another crease in it
 Maybe I should iron out my flag
 If you gang banging, who you beefing with?
 (It's alright, alright, fuck this rap shit)
 It's anybody killa, that's for anybody, nigga
 Mainline, waistside, Westside nigga
 Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
 Sockin' out niggas tall as Yao Ming
 Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck 'bout whatcho mama
 When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of Patrón
 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
 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?
 (Uh, tell these niggas Chuck) (Jm, uh)
 I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
 All I know is VNG's and FTB's
 I ran fades 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 11 years old with a motherfuckin' .50
 I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high
 And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
 Westside A-Hat, 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 Athens, Miller gang 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 'til 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?
 
 RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day
 Blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the
 When the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
 Oh, you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
 The homies in the cut, that's on E
 NIggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street
 Ay, the blood, ay, take blood drink
 Give me that motherfuckin' weed blood
 Ay Duke, do that shit blood
 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 'cause the homies roll deep
 Finger on the trigger, bandana 'round the MAC
 Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
 Ay, nigga, lemme hit the weed
 Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
 Ay, we 'bout to run outta gas my nigga
 Oh, fuck this motherfucker (Mustard on the beat, ho)
 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 'cause 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 Cedars
 After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them 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 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 rest in peace
 Especially when the homies in the cutlass on E
 Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street
 The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
 Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz
 Where nigga?
 Right across the street loc
 Man I told these niggas the last time
 They keep pullin' up over here, there's gonna be problems cuz
 Ay cuz, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
 Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga
 Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
 Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh!
 Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
 Oh, fuck cuh
 (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
 A'ight!
 (Shut it off, asshole!)
 It's off cuh
 Hey, look at blood an' them get jacked by the ones
 Hahaha, nigga don't drop that soap nigga
 Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
 Nigga hit the switch nigga
 Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
 Woo
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 I ain't goin'
 Fuck that nigga cuz, I swear to God, I ain't goin'
 The fuck you mean you ain't going?
 I ain't going back to the Pen' cuz, I can't
 Nigga, what the fuck we gon' do then?
 I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
 Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
 Fuck the police!