Bury Me With My Flag On
When I die aye
When I die
When I die bury me with my flag on
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
When I die don't you cry you better slide for me
You say you love me then I know that you gone die for me
And if we catch a case I know that you gone lie for me
To let me get away I know you'll time for me
Aye, I been a soldier on the front line
Had to buss my Glock on the block more than one time
Known to pop an opp and get away from the one time
I do it for my dogs who don't get to see the sun shine
So many people hate me know the wanna take my life away
Lost so many homies got some tears that I can't wipe away
My brother took a hundred years that nigga threw his life away
And imma beat the odds so I had to throw the dice away
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
And your girl left your sweater at the crib so it's mine now
And I'm a plumber with the pipe you better pipe down
My money always looking funny but it's right now
And baby take those panties off I'm talking right now
And when you doing good they gone talk behind your back
I went to jail cause I was toting on that strap
I was in war I had to buy a couple gats
And my brodie took a L yea they gave him the max
I got this drum and it's lethal
I'll never switch up in my people
Go and get a sack, desert the eagle
And my anger boiling over imma heat em
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
When I die
When I die bury me with my flag on
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
When I die don't you cry you better slide for me
You say you love me then I know that you gone die for me
And if we catch a case I know that you gone lie for me
To let me get away I know you'll time for me
Aye, I been a soldier on the front line
Had to buss my Glock on the block more than one time
Known to pop an opp and get away from the one time
I do it for my dogs who don't get to see the sun shine
So many people hate me know the wanna take my life away
Lost so many homies got some tears that I can't wipe away
My brother took a hundred years that nigga threw his life away
And imma beat the odds so I had to throw the dice away
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
And your girl left your sweater at the crib so it's mine now
And I'm a plumber with the pipe you better pipe down
My money always looking funny but it's right now
And baby take those panties off I'm talking right now
And when you doing good they gone talk behind your back
I went to jail cause I was toting on that strap
I was in war I had to buy a couple gats
And my brodie took a L yea they gave him the max
I got this drum and it's lethal
I'll never switch up in my people
Go and get a sack, desert the eagle
And my anger boiling over imma heat em
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
I'm so tired of singing sad songs
There was a time I had to get it with the mask on
And I made a quarter milli off this trap phone
I been a soldier in a few wars
And my girl caught me cheating I was dead wrong
I'm tryinna make it, recording rap songs
And when I die, bury me with my flag on
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Daniel
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