[Part I: My Flag]

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: The Game]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging, who you beefing with?

[Verse 1: Skeme & The Game]
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me
When I came in with the little homies (Skeme)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga Duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young general these niggas down to spray for
You fuck around and catch twenty out this Range Rove'
Mayne, that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor screamin' "Fuck haters"
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a six-trey rag goin' brazy up the Ave. 
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe
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