Damn, look how niggas use me and * I can't say * eitherThey just do whatever they want with a nigga Ball me up, throw me in the cornerIt's like I'm a bandana Damn, I'm a bandanaLike the American flag, I seen soldiers die over meSee mothers cry over me, wiping their eyes, holding meSee I was neutral till my designers put some colorful dye over meRed or blue and change my design totally Cover me in paisley printTo give you fashion till gang members gave me powerNow I'm cut from a different fabric Depend on which pocket you stick the rag inI'm usually peeking out the back of some Dickie Saggin'Born in a factory, shipped to the swap meet Put up on the shelf along with others of different colorsI seen somebody's arm reach, picked the one that was the color purple like the movieGuess he was repping Grape StreetDays went by, I'm just chilling in the store Till my future owner walked in the doorThe Hattie War had old English letters across it that read Long BeachI saw his Chuck Taylors walking across the floor He pointed at me, I was happy, I finally made it outWe jumped into his blue Challenger, music banging loudWe pulled up to his weed spot, cause he was slinging loudTucked me in his left back pocket, now I'm just hanging outYeah, everything was cool, till he did him some dirtTied me round his head, ancient mama style, while sipping some syrupRan up on his enemy and instantly went in his shirtChanged his whole energy, I think this nigga's beservedDid it in broad daylight, so all his opps could learn a lessonBefore he sent him to heavenStart yelling,a turfy repping30 years a life killer, took it in 30 seconds Then he used me to wipe his fingerprints off the murder weaponPeople filming the victim, they ain't conscious to his healthThey unconscious, it's him, ain't even offered to do some helpWe sped off in the car, my owner talking to his selfSaid it's his enemy's fault, he brought the coffin to his selfHad to show him what was cracking, he went home, changed clothesShowed up to his son's birthday party like nothing happenedLeft me in the car, tied around his rear view mirrorThe windshield clean, nothing could make my clear view clearerI seen a truckPull up, thought it was family tryna fall throughUntil they jumped out in bright colors, I think they die in moodMy relatives tied around they faces, these niggas pyroThey saw through the challenger's windows and knew I was all blueOne said, yeah that's his car, he gettin' knocked offKicked in the door to the party, start lettin' shots offLeanin' against the living room wall, that's where they caught dogPoor kid, 12th birthday, he seen his pops fallHis auntie rushed to his dad, said they shot my brotherShot my brother, they got my brotherOh God, please, not my brotherSomebody call an ambulance, pleaseSomebody go and call my motherHis gold watch covered in blood, it was time to killThem niggas did it, then them niggas peeledThat * was realMy owner always said that this bangin' would get him killedThe way they did the crip was so cold-blooded, I get the chillsAt the funeral, his famine, his crew trippin'Head stitched up in the casket, cause half of his roof missin'His suit drippin', his homie just laid me across his chestCause even after death, this nigga ain't through crippin'I'm startin' to gain clarity, just bury me with the niggaWho carry me through the night, I don't wanna dieI don't want no more gangsters wearin' meIt ain't cool to die before your parentsAnd apparently the hood got mental problemsYou all need some therapy, now here come JeremyThat's my owner's son, the one that seen him blastedStarin' in the casket, face plasticHe told his pops, go ahead, rest in peace, daddyI'ma take care of mama, go ahead and sleep, daddyYou know I'ma be just like youThen he picked me up, said now I'm bout this crip life tooHe still got dough, can no longer make man, never get enoughYou never change, he's my şöyleGo build some fuckin' albManonGo get us some fuckin' alb