(Ayy, turn me up B)
Ayy, that bitch, YB ask me like, "What you love, Cap?" (Lc)
I told him, "I don't know, I don't love none, just, I'm just gon' stay real and stay me"

Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the fuck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'

You can have my heart whole
No, we don't do no splittin', like who you kiddin'?
You treatin' me bad like I done done somethin'
Straight from my cell box, hot box in the Rolls
When them birds out, it's the safest
I done count up where it was vacant
I done broke plenty hearts without a code

Straight up out that dope hole
I'm not from Minneapolis, but I spent two thousand on one coat
My niggas in the streets throwin' signs, but they ain't protest
My nigga murder for some diamonds, catch a body for some baguettes
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
I ain't goin' back broke
And I ain't sellin' my soul
Told you it is what it is, I ain't say I'm sorry
Came from apartments
I got niggas in that cage like Jeff Hardy

Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all, after everything we been through (oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the fuck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap)
Double cup, I'm poured up
Spent 200K, I'm frozed up
Blessed him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Try and spin, shoot ish, we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'

Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as he call, I don't answer
I got real-life problems, I'm tryna stay up off them cameras

Oh-oh
Rolls

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Writer(s): Brandon Cantey, Kentrell Gaulden, Kobe Crawford, Luke Clay