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Yeah, coward-ass niggas ain't, yeah
Coward-ass niggas ain't, uh, yeah
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Let's go, nigga
This one's for my daughters, nigga
Serenity, Nova, Velour, nigga, mwah, love you
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire)
Yeah, coward-ass ain't made up like Baby
Kirk, stand on this shit like the dirt (come on)
Stand on this shit like the sole on my shoes
Every day, I get up, go to work (uh-huh)
Know it's God, I love God, I believe in my God
But I ain't been in nobody church
I stand on the business for me
So the day I go free Uncle Bobby
No motherfuckin' shirt (no shirt)
Don't be cryin' and buyin' no motherfuckin' flowers
I did my thing while I'm on Earth (uh-huh)
Jonathan was the one that got everything turnt
Niggas player, niggas got burnt
Never went sad 'bout a hoe
Gave a lot of handouts, made sure everybody worked
I'm the truth that lil' nigga for real (let's go)
I'm the truth, oh yeah, lil' nigga still
My mama ain't drivin' shit, 'less it's a Benz
Ain't crossin' out none of my niggas to win
My brothers can't work for no one but they self
Or I won't support, it's already up for my daughter (okay)
I need to go finish my will
But I ain't into talkin' about death with myself or my lawyer
And to my firstborn baby, Serenity
Keep on lovin' your sisters (yeah)
Keep on being that Black girl princess
Don't let none of this get ya (mwah)
And to my second born, blessin' lil' Nova
Keep on runnin' this shit over (lil' Nova)
It don't matter what your daddy said
They say, "Show 'em"
Teach 'em how this Kirk shit goin' (yeah, go)
To my youngest born baby, Velour
It's so much bullshit around you
And that internet shit don't matter, but I can't ignore
Everythin' about you, I adore
Your sister gon' tell you how we feel about you
'Cause she gon' be nine at the time that you four
No matter what came with my babies
I play like a sport, Daddy, he always came back for more
Yeah, nigga
Hol' up, this part for my nephew and my nieces
And y'all know that y'all Daddy, he loved you
Even though Daddy no longer breathing (long Live G)
Rather crash in the B without y'all
It sound like a good enough reason
But ain't no more fuckin' excuses
Ayo, big bro, I miss you
I got you, don't worry, they geeked (let me talk to 'em)
To my nieces, your uncle tough, 'cause I'm tryna teach you the hustle
And be great, never need no nigga
Even if it's me, look at me and say, "Fuck you" (fuck you)
And to my nephew, Big Doo, you act just like your Daddy
Lil' nigga, you gon' carry it lovely
When I look up at you, I can feel my big brother
It's never on you, boy, sing, and I love you, lil' nigga yeah)
You bitch-ass niggas ain't, man
Coward-ass niggas ain't-
Boy, these coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like my fuckin' daughters (uh-huh)
Coward-ass niggas ain't
Niggas ain't made up like my fuckin' nieces
You know what I'm sayin'? Don't ever let nobody lie to y'all
Man, these cowards weren't made up like me
They weren't made up like your fuckin' Daddy
They weren't made up like your fuckin' uncle
Hoe-ass nigga (the fuck)
They gon' tell you that though
You know, to feel better about they self (pussy ass bitch)
Make 'em big 'em up (excuse my language, baby)
Ask 'em who they used to big up (I'm sorry)