Bilal - Flags lyrics

[Hook: Bilal] Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad Cold on the streets, gotta keep my bang to the bang back So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thorougly That's all we have [Verse 1: Jaihem] Father if you still listening, we hope our prayers make it up to heaven If we fall then we're not forgotten don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did Let them grow up and get a job Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet Repping the wrong colour on the wrong street with no heat Rocking hickies and truckers, bandannas my brothers My haters or lovers we still got each other We twist our hands up and pull our pants up Walk this way throw your flag and your setup [Hook] Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, my family thorougly That's all we have You gotta cook the beef or you don't eat That's why we fly our flags [Verse 2: Treach] I heard you mob and you're moody, you jacking for j**ellery You banging and beasting with your tats and your toolies Banging for bounty you're too young for the nineties Are you dumping with the G-Reps or jumping in the county Shooting by the roof and scraping is what's happening n***as real and 'bout it so [Gun Onomatopoeia] and they cracking If you going out tonight get your pistol and your rifle Pray to the father and sell your soul to the cycle You coming n***a, listen no bouncing and no b**hing Cooking by the kitchen, flags and finger flipping Living without growing, k**ing without blowing This gang is a gun it's either given or chosen Trying to get the trigger strapped, trying to get these n***as back Worst part of the deal it won't help bring our n***a back Tell your babies that you love her, kiss your mama before you leave her Hug her like you need her, cause it might be the last time you might see her [Hook] [Verse 3: Treach] The streets are so slick, they're greasy, as the needy feed the needy Easy to murder if you're hungry or greedy, gang sets in grafitti I mean, we mean like Eeedie, I mean, I mean I finna' a track a treaty Take my warrants to Tahiti Throw up your flags like soccer, nothing but war on TV R.I.P Appache up in heaven in a platinum TP Aggressive is the message, No lessons without the effort Bang bang live by the gun, dye by the gun, it's a flag thing