Flags to the Sky (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

歌詞

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, now, I'm just gon' stay real, I'ma 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'll shoot it out, how the fuck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap) Double cup, I'm poured up Spent two hundred K, 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 Tryna split you, wish 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 kidding? You treatin' my bad like I done done somethin' Straight from my cell block, hot box in the Rolls Where them birds out, it's the safest I done kept out 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 protesting 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'll shoot it out, how the fuck can I just forget you? (Bap, bap, bap) Double cup, I'm poured up Spent two hundred K, 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 Tryna split you, wish 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