[Music Video Intro]
People wan' know why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my mama with the shits and my big brothers was thuggin', n***a
I used to try to thug it with my big brothers, they used to tell me "Goddamn n***a, nah, hell nah, n***a, take yo' ass in the house, n***a, fuck you doin', n***a?"
They'll let my friend hit the—hit the blunt, n***a
He—he over here with me

[Intro]
People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my mama with the shits and my big brothers was thuggin', n***a
(Yo, YBH)

[Verse 1]
Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk n***as
Like, even if my mama fuck with ya, I wouldn't fuck with ya
Go ask, n***a, I wouldn't share a motherfuckin' blunt with ya
And I wouldn't walk up on me if you ain't got your motherfuckin' gun with ya, I'm blastin'
N***as go run in they mouth, you see what happеn
N***a, I'm from the South where wе get active
N***a gon' watch his mouth, but we gon' smash him
We'll get on your ass like we some khakis, on some West Coast shit
N***as ain't like me, n***a

[Interlude]
Haha
Yeah, n***as is not like us
N***as is not like us
[Verse 2]
N***as ain't like me, dope boy, white tee, fitted hat
I was shootin' craps and playin' spades when you played pitty pat
I was taught a n***a 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 with trash bags, them bitches full of work
You can ask the last few n***as that played with 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 n***as, that's why I'm still in town
I'll get on your ass all by myself and make you simmer down
N***a, 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 n***a
They ain't gon' play with me when they see me 'cause I'ma shoot the n***a
Ever since I was three, they hate on me, I'm kinda used to n***as
They callin' the goddamn phone all through the night, I'm out in Houston with a five
Go against bossman, I'll Boosie n***as

[Interlude]
Believe that, n***a

[Verse 3]
Point behind the tint, n***a, don't ever pull beside me
All them guns in your pics, n***a, 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' four hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn't buy me
I'll leave one of these bitch-ass n***as right here on the floor, that's on my mama
These n***as ain't nothin' like her baby, I be poppin' this shit for my daughter
These n***as ain't nothin' like they daddy, I be poppin' this shit for my niece
These n***as ain't nothin' like they unc', I'ma make the fuckin' news every time they fuck with me or touch me
On my motherfuckin' brother, n***a
Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin' number
I ain't finna talk to you 'til the end of motherfuckin' summer
These n***as sports bettin', talkin' 'bout the over and under
I used to score extra, come get four, I'll throw you another
N***a, my life GTA, I'm really livin' the way I wanna
Ready to shoot like SGA, I ride with 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 n***a with' a microphone and some headphones
When I catch a n***a, they gon' say that we did him dead wrong
Got a pocket full of big blue hunnids, but I'm still fuckin' with a redbone
That fuckin' 'round with 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 n***as that played with me, but they're gone
Them n***as 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 with a pistol in my gallery
I'm tryna see 'bout her friend who wanna fuck, so now she mad at me
Play with 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
N***a play with me, gon' play in hell, bitch, I don't even play
With kids that ain't my family, n***a, see me and they ask me, n***a
[Outro]
N***as wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my last name Kirk and my big brothers was thuggin', n***a
Yeah
Another demonstration
Uh
That's my Baby