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Flags Free
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Utwór Flags Free został wydany 10 września 2026 przez Raw Bunch jako część albumu REAL INSIDE COLD OUTSIDE
10 września 2026
WytwórniaRaw Bunch
JęzykEnglish
BPM81
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
He know that I got us so he good, help 'em sleep easy
I know all my **** bet on me, feel like Malik Beasley
If he fast he got a chance, these distressed designer pants
Prolly gon' get better points in Portland, that's like Ja Morant
Miss 'em but he changed up
They did different mission out the same truck
He ain't into fashion, he just came clutch
Died for the set, that's hall of fame, we gon' hang his Chucks
I don't smoke wit' ****, Boston Celtics, split the J's up
Found myself on Reek instagram, he ain't post shit since like 2022
If you see Gray up there, tell 'em hit me too
Still don't trust a soul, swap the coupe out for a bigger coupe
How her friend got something' say 'bout somethin'? Shit, I hit her too
He ain't tell and he a soldier, fully if you click it over
Daughter said she wanna stay wit' daddy, babe, them visits over
They gon' pick him first, like every time, but his vision over
Hoopin' down in Beaumont, he could've went to Villanova
[Chorus]
Lil' bro somewhere slidin', he the worse
His mother just left work to go work
His daddy caught a murder and a first
Lil' sis' got on that lil' ass skirt
Fuck she goin' wit' that lil' ass skirt?
Left hand pled guilty to a switch
They caught his right outta pocket wit' a bitch
Used to wanna be like his uncle, then uncle snitched
Ain't really got time for no bitch, 'cause life a bitch, you know, life a bitch
[Verse 2]
Lock that back door, don't trust nobody
Hunnit thousand dollars, tell my lawyer, "Get me out it"
Free Bash, he won't make it out, was bakin' powders
He was gettin' Bucks out in Miami, chasin' dollars
I'm just tryna be honest
Spent his prime in jail, he told his son, "Stay on that porch"
But lil' bro love that field, he feel like Deion with Shedeur
Took the time, I asked her if she got me, say she got me
Came home, playin' Jenga games, baby, blocked me
Look around, the love don't feel like love, this shit don't seem right
He survived, moved to Pennsylvania, can't breathe right
Old head made a hundred mill', he wasn't satisfied
Wrappin' white girl, Justina Valentine
Million Dollar mansion with a rat inside
If that **** told then we don't pacify
Kept my lid closed 'bout them hats of mine
Took a step back 'cause you can't dance at every party
Lil' bro out spinnin', said I love 'em, told 'em call me
[Chorus]
Lil' bro somewhere slidin', he the worse
His mother just left work to go work
His daddy caught a murder and a first
Lil' sis' got on that lil' ass skirt
Fuck she goin' wit' that lil' ass skirt?
Left hand pled guilty to a switch
They caught his right outta pocket wit' a bitch
Used to wanna be like his uncle, then uncle snitched
Ain't really got time for no bitch, 'cause life a bitch, you know, life a bitch
Written by: Tsu Surf
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