Stories About My Brother

(Conductor) Yeah, right back I walked in the studio, Noel said "I thought that you quit?" I said "Nah, I'm quittin' again 'cause I started again" Gotta wait on that This like the storm before the calm, we'll get to the vacation later For real Ayy Look Look This is the decompress before the intermission Done a lot of postgame talkin', but this one different I told Lee to put him in the car, but don't pistol whip him And definitely do not shoot his ass 'til you get permission People got a heavy misread on my disposition Talkin' loose, then hit me up after on some "Please, Drake listen, listen" Energy they bringin' is inconsistent I got two Virgil Benzes, one that 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 a ex-musician searchin' for recognition Same story every time, they heckle in repetition I'm top of the mountain, these niggas still down at base camp, they plannin' they 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 tool toter, my brother a tombstoner Diamonds and violence made us bond, we grew closer Brother a clip loader, my brother a sick soldier That nigga'll stick it to you for real, he a lint roller My brother a aim botter, 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 canerower And then you niggas whine to J Prince, like some grape growers Man, what the-? Get outta here with 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 'Cause I'll backhand you boys with my writing hand You niggas do your shootin' on the web, you Spider-Man My brother robbin' it down to you juniors like Iron Man My brother make your ace disappear like a slight of hand My brother carry bundles and extensions like hair stores It's me, him, and a white ting, we movin' like Paramore He into some shit that they call internal affairs 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 fuck 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 fuck Niggas so down bad, they makin' alliances up Cliquein' up with haters that was thinkin' of signin' to us Knowin' good and well, that when I drop, they inspired as fuck Secret admirers too embarrassed, they hide in the cut CN Towerin' over you niggas, I'm giant as fuck Wait on whoever to say whatever, they quiet as fuck 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' 'em up That one day you wake up and tell 'em, "Enough is enough" That's how you gon' find out you not Kobe Bryant to us Man, 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 wet and you dryin' 'em up Also don't doubt that you sent 'em here, and they spyin' on us Man, either way, nigga, beware of the dog, deep in my character flaws (Conductor) Humble back in 2012, now I give arrogant bars I remember Bloor Street with Neeks, we sharin' Lacoste Now we go for dinner and we joke about sharin' the cost Got me a ranch in the H, fuck all the carryin' costs Boy, I'm on top of the cake, just like some caramel sauce Fuck all the settlin' down, these boys married in-laws I go for dinner, they wife is there and she starin' across God forbid I take her and they suffer a terrible loss, yeah But enough about me Yeah