People wan´ know why I ain´t runnin´ from nothin´
´Cause my momma wit´ the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin´, nigga
I used to try to thug it wit´ my big brothers, they used to tell me "Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo´ ass in the house, nigga, fuck you doin´, nigga?"

They´ll let my friend hit the hit the blunt, nigga
He he over here wit´ me
People wonder why I ain´t runnin´ from nothin´
´Cause my momma wit´ the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin´, nigga

Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas
Like, even if my momma fuck wit´ ya, I wouldn´t fuck wit´ ya
Go ask, nigga, I wouldn´t share a motherfuckin´ blunt wit´ ya
And I wouldn´t walk up on me if you ain´t got yo´ motherfuckin´ gun wit´ ya
I´m blastin´
Niggas go run they mouth, you see what happen
Nigga, I´m from the south where we get active
Nigga gon´ watch his mouth, but we gon´ smash him

We´ll get on yo´ ass like we some khakis, on some West Coast shit
Niggas ain´t like me, nigga

Haha
Yeah, niggas is not like us
Niggas is not like us

Niggas ain´t like me, dope boy, white T, fitted hat
I was shootin´ craps and playin´ spades when you played pitty pat
I was taught a nigga put his hands on you, then hit him back
And if he actin´ like he wanna put his hands on you, then hit him first
I was hoppin´ out wit´ trash bags, them bitches full of work

You can ask the last few niggas that played wit´ me, they´ll tell you bullets hurt
And I ain´t talkin´ about the pews that you sit in but I got that wooden church
If a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, I bet I put him down
I´m the one that up the score on niggas, that´s why I´m still in town
I´ll get on yo´ ass all by myself and make you simmer down
Nigga, you the type to meet the fuckin´ plug and try to steal a pound
When you could´ve got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid nigga
They ain´t gon´ play wit´ me when they see me ´cause I´ma shoot the nigga
Ever since I was three, they hate on me, I´m kinda used to niggas

They callin´ the god damn phone all through the night; I´m out in Houston wit´ a five
Go against bossman, I´ll Boosie niggas

Believe that, nigga

Point behind the tint, nigga, don´t ever pull beside me
All them guns in yo´ pics, nigga, is you ever gon´ get a body?
I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain´t Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain´t for college kids, somebody gon´ die in here if they try me
I´m one of the coldest rappers out here that´s alive, but they tryna hide me

I was gettin´ fo´ hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn´t buy me
I´ll leave one of these bitch-ass niggas right here on the flo´, that´s on my momma
These niggas ain´t nothin´ like her baby, I be poppin´ this shit for my daughter
These niggas ain´t nothin´ like they daddy, I be poppin´ this shit for my niece
These niggas ain´t nothin´ like they unc´, I´ma make the fuckin´ news every time they fuck wit´ me or touch me
On my motherfuckin´ brother, nigga
Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin´ number
I ain´t finna talk to you ´til the end of motherfuckin´ summer
These niggas sports bettin´, talkin´ ´bout the over and under
I used to score extra, come get fo´, I´ll throw you another

Nigga, my life GTA, I´m really livin´ the way I wanna
Ready to shoot like SGA, I ride wit´ two, you know it´s thunder
Keep it too, bitch, you ain´t stepped on shit
I´ma keep on trippin´ ´cause I´m slept on
The rawest nigga wit´ a microphone and some headphones
When I catch a nigga, they gon´ say that we did him dead wrong
Got a pocket full of big blue hunnid´s, but I´m still fuckin´ wit´ a redbone
That fuckin´ ´round wit´ me bad for you baby, better off doin´ heroin
And she know I like to get head from her, gettin´ head better when her hair long
I´m paranoid, I pull the pistol out and point it at you if you stare long

A bitch got ´bout two weeks for me to care, ´cause I don´t really care long
I would tell you ask the last niggas that played wit´ me, but they´re gone
Them niggas done caught a flat and they can´t come back, I guess they spare gone
I´ma finna fly out to LAX and go have me some Grammy sex
And smoke on me some Cali´ weed wit´ a pistol in my gallery
I´m tryna see ´bout her friend who wanna fuck, so now she mad at me
Play wit´ me, it´s (Fah, fah, fah), another casualty, DOA
I don´t do no CashApp, send that to my BOA
Once a fuckin´ month, I send a Zelle to get my BM straight
Nigga play wit´ me, gon´ play in hell, bitch, I don´t even play

Wit´ kids that ain´t my family, nigga, see me and they ask me, nigga

Niggas wonder why I ain´t runnin´ from nothin´
´Cause my last name Kirk and my big brothers was thuggin´, nigga
Yeah
Another demonstration
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That´s my Baby