Flags To The Sky

(álbum: Mr. Crawford - 2022)

[NoCap:]
Ayy, turn me up B
Ayy, that bitch Y—, 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"

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been praying 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 two hundred K, I'm frozed up
Bless him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothing
Banging 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 something

You can have my heart whole
No, we don't do no splitting, like who you kiddin'?
You treating me bad like I done done something
Straight from my cell block, hot box in a Rolls
Where them birds out, it's the safest
I done camped out where it was vacant
I done broke plenty hearts without a code

[NoCap:]
Straight up out that dope hole
I'm not from Indianapolis, but I spent two thousand on one coat
My niggas in the streets, throwing 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 standing
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wanting 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
I ain't going back broke, and I ain't selling 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

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa, say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads, I been praying 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 two hundred K, I'm frozed up
Bless him with a fifty ball even though he ain't never let me hold nothing
Banging 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 something

[NoCap:]
Too many niggas died on that same block, I'm standing
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wanting 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