Lyrical Breakdown of DON'T LET EM LIE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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)