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Better let me play that
Or I'm gon' tell Mom where your grades at
I'm not in your room, so don't claim that
Oh you think I won't pop off?
Better pray that
Stay that
That's a fake fact
Like your fake Yeezy's
Yeah that's big cap
Tryna tell me what to do?
Better sit back
I could drop some dirt that could really get a switch snatched
Must think you're Dad with it, how your bossing
Must think I'm a child with it how you're
Talking Old news, I'm an ad with it how I'm poppin'
I'm ten and a half now
I'm adulting
Yup, I get what I want, you do what I decide
Oh you're the big bro?
I'll bring you down to size
And if you push me, I'll make a belt appear
You know a single tear will end your whole career
It's little bro, little bro, let me in
If I tell, if I tell, I'm gon' win
Selfish, still won't let me use your phone
You just got one
I like yours better though
And how you go to college, but still ain't thinking?
She's a dime, you're pennies, so y'all ain't linking
Acting two-faced, I'm talking Miley Cyrus
Couldn't touch me before Coronavirus
I said what I said
You've got Mama's nagging and your father's head
How you doing Calculus and Biomed
But still need Mom to show you how to cook an egg?
Always tryna trick me into something
Had me buy you food with Mom and Dad's money
And won't share nothing, played that game for days
I ain't even start
Well it's my time to play
Cause I'm bored in the house and I'm in the house bored
I explored in your room, on your room I explored
Got dirt on you like you're torn up Jordans
Wait, you tore my shoes up?
Uh, that's not important
All talk, but won't do nothing more
Or that belt makes an intro and an encore
Tryna give commands, but this ain't Simon Says
I'm their second chance, know who the favorite is
Hold up run that back?
Your hairline's gon' receed from all that cap
Talking bout my grades when you just failed a class
You failed five
All- I didn't ask all that
And where's the dirt?
Cause I'm as clean as a whistle
So I'm not a penny, I'm at least a nickle
Like 6IINE can't keep stuff confidential
You're just like your Air Max, artificial
You're a big capper, a Pinocchio
I'm bouta autotune you if you don't fix that tone
How you grown up, but still got baby teeth?
I could have made this a beat with those piano keys
Always going to tell Mom on me
But didn't say you broke my phone I see
You ain't big and bad, you're a Teletubby
Only thing you run 'round here's your mouth and from me
Boy big bro take little bro, automatic
One poke and you cry wolf, so dramatic
Claim you're grown, yeah you groan and complain
All those toys from Santa, but still want my games
Want my food, how about you get your own
You take mine too
It's different when you're grown
You're cap in the hat, it takes them one scam
You're the favorite child 'cause I'm a young man
Oh is that right?
You can fact check it, sources on sight
Like the fact you still need lunch money, right?
Hold up, I'm in college
You know money's tight See you only
Listen when you're not supposed to
Oh I listen fine, I just don't listen for you
Wait, is that Mom's?
Oh she's gon' bug for this
RIP, I'm talking Rest In Punishment
Chill bro (chill)
Stop that! (stop that)
Dad's stupid
Mom Kyle's cursing out Dad!
Hope you find him, cause I'm bouta lose it
Whatchu doing?!
You made me do it
Hold up, what is all this yelling "bout?
I brought y'all in this world, now who am I taking out?
It was Nile
Should've known it was the middle child, come here!