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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 10 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 5. 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 b Ro c Hi Ll. Stop that! s To P t Ha T. 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!
Writer(s): Kyle Exum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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