Flag on the Play

Ayy, where we at? It's the Jackson
Ooh, my love what else?

They say you better safe than sorry
Don't get caught without it (For real)
I say you better late than
Never in my darkest hour (You know it)
I'ma be late to my own funeral procession
(That's ɾeal)
I couldn't live with myself if I was [Am7]6ix9ine
(I couldn't) made it out, skin of my [A]tooth
In the nick of time
I get ecstatic every time the
Juice hit my [A]line (Good drank)
Silver lining on [C7]the Glock
With the stepladder switch it to [C7]automatic
This bitch shoot like [F]fifty times (Grrt)
In a matter of seconds
It'll shatter your vests
Shell casings all [Em]on [C7]the scene
You scattered in panic (Uh)
Left the 'spital, arm sling
Head wrapped in a bandage
For all [Em]his unpaid debts
That's collateral damage (Let's get it)
I don't mean to [C7]boast, I don't mean to [C7]brag
But I keep a ki' of coke, Ziploc freezer bag
(Uncut) blew a chalupa with my
Jeweler playin' freeze tag (Cha ching)
Real don [C7]chuly
Caught a million [C7]dollar bean bag (Blocks)
What else?

Still quarterbackin' plays on [C7]the east side
On the fly, ɾunnin' ɾoutes like [F]a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on [C7]the play
(Ayy)
Stand [Bm]down 'cause I know that bag on [C7]the way
(It's on)
Watchin' out for [Dm7]the blitz from the weak side
(Ayy) had to [C7]pull a couple skit's
When my [A]peeps died (Doo doo doo)
In the field, man down, flag on [C7]the play
(You know it)
Stand [Bm]down 'cause I know that bag on [C7]the way
Let's get it

Got that Blowjob Betty jackin' my [A]fiends off
(yeah) down in K-Y Jelly
They call [Em]me Jack and [Bm]the Beanstalk
(Blockworks)
Wish that my [A]nigga Del was [Am7]here, for [Dm7]him
I shed a tear (Delvin)
Poured out a case of Moët
And a fifth of Everclear (That's my [A]nigga)
Why should I ever care?
Niggas wasn't ever there (Ayy)
Servin' niggas on [C7]a silver platter
Mr belvedere (What else?)
We went from piss poor
To slumdog millionaires (yeah)
Off pounds, pills, and
Birds, nouns, syllables, and [Bm]verbs
In town 'til the third
Locked in towns and [Bm]the 'burbs
Ghetto [C7]version [C7]of the Rothschilds
And the Bilderbergs (The mob)
227, La Familia, that's a lot of killers
Whole lot of gang shit, it's mafia
What else? (Gang, gang)
Creatures of the pavement
We don't ɾock with snitches (Nah)
Ain't gotta pay to [C7]take the hit
'll body you [A7myself (Grrt)
Rose from the concrete with the black petals
Steppin' on [C7]that Bamm-Bamm, I
Had to [C7]smack Pebbles, let's get it

Still quarterbackin' plays on [C7]the east side
On the fly, ɾunnin' ɾoutes like [F]a screen pass
In the field, man down, flag on [C7]the play
Stand [Bm]down 'cause I know that bag on [C7]the way
Watchin' out for [Dm7]the blitz from the weak side
Had to [C7]pull a couple skit's
When my [A]peeps died
In the field, man down, flag on [C7]the play
Stand [Bm]down 'cause I know that bag on [C7]the way
Let's get it