作词 : A. Graham/D. Williams/J. Quinn

作曲 : A. Graham/D. Williams/J. Quinn

[Intro]

Conductor

Yeah, right back

I walked in the studio, Noel said "I thought that you quit?"

I said "Nah, I'm quittin' the games, I started again"

You had to wait on that

This like the storm before the calm, we'll get to the vacation later

For real

Ayy

Look

Look

[Verse]

This is the decompress before the intermission

Done a lot of post game talkin', but this one different

I told Lita, put him in the car, but don't pistol whip hm

And definitely do not shoot his ass 'til you get permission

People got a heavy misread on my disposition

Talkin' loose, they hit me up after on some "Please, Drake listen, listen"

Energy they bringin' is inconsistent

I got two Virgil Benz', there's one I'm whippin' right now

And the other one I'm keepin' in mint condition

And niggas bound to slip eventually, like they sent permission

Imagine us gettin' our validation from an ex musician searchin' for recognition

Same story every time, they heckle the reputation

I'm top of the mountain, these niggas still down at base camp, they plannin' their expedition

Y'all the type to catch a charge, head to the deposition

And act like the rapper named after the sex position

But let me tell you 'bout my brother though

Let me tell you 'bout my brother though, for real

Let me tell you 'bout my brother

Man, let me tell you 'bout my brother though

My brother a truth tolder, my brother a tombstoner

Diamonds and violence made us bond, we grew closer

Brother a clip loader, my brother a sick soldier

That nigga stick it to you for real, he a lint roller

My brother, I ain't bought him, I bought him a Range Rover

My brother a flame thrower

It's like he playin' EDM, that nigga a chain smoker

Niggas want smoke with us, I promise it's game over

Get your ass twist right here, he a kane roller

And any of you niggas whine to J Prince, like some grape growers

[by:]

Man, what the ****

(Enough of that shit)

Let me tell you 'bout my brother though

Yeah

I mean, enough about me (Conductor)

Let me tell you 'bout my brother though

[by:]

'Cause I'll backhand you boys with my right of hand

You niggas do your shootin' on the web, you Spider-Man

My brother robbin' it down, he like Iron Man

My brother make your eggs disappear like a slight of hand

My brother carry bundles and extensions like hair stores

It's me, him and a white chick movin' like Paramore

He into some shit that they call a turn on the fast for

I'm someone he care for, I'm someone he there for

My brother put some holes in your top, you a Air Force

I should charge for interviews, they want me to share more

A ticket just to check in with The Boy, like the airport

This the part of the story you wasn't prepared for

Let me tell you 'bout my brother though

My brother say I'm better than everyone, he biased as ****

Blood is thicker than water, nigga, his iron is up

And if you keep eyein' me down, trust me, his iron is up

Your last album was buns, you niggas Hawaiian as ****

Niggas so down bad, they makin' alliances up

Cliquein' up with haters that was thinkin' of signin' to us

Know in good and well, that when I drop, they inspired as ****

Secret admirer is too embarrassed, they hide in the cut

See me towerin' over you niggas, I'm giant as ****

Wait on whoever to say whatever, they quiet as ****

The city don't love you like that, and they fryin' you up

I can't wait for the day that you choose to retire your stuff

Takin' off the sneakers, 'cause you tired of tyin' them up

And one day you wake up and tell 'em "Enough is enough"

That's how you gon' find out that you not Kobe Bryant to us

That you not Kobe Bryant to us, at all

And if them hoes really love you, then them hoes they lyin' to us

They say they miss when you got 'em wettin', you dryin' them up

Also don't doubt that you sent them here, they spyin' on us

Man, either way, nigga, be aware of the dog, peepin' my character flaws

Humble back in 2012, now I give arrogant bars

I remember streets with Meek, we sharin' the cost

Now we go for dinner, and we joke about sharin' the cause

Got me a Range in the H, **** all the carryin' 'cause

Boy, I'm on top of the cake, like some caramel sauce

**** all the settlin' down these boys married in-laws

I'm go for dinner, their wives is there, she starin' across

God forbid I take her and they suffer a terrible loss

But enough abou