Stories About My Brother (Explicit)

Stories About My Brother (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：A. Graham/D. Williams/J. Quinn

Composed by：A. Graham/D. Williams/J. Quinn

Produced by：Conductor Williams

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 a*s '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 an 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 stick'll 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 a*s twist right here he a kane roller

And then you niggas whine to J Prince like some grape growers

Man what the

Got it to here with that ****

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 junes 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 **** 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 ****

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

Knowin' good and well that when I drop they inspired as ****

Secret admirers too embarrassed they hide in the cut

CN 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' '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 h*es really love you then them h*es they lyin' to us

They say they miss when you got 'em wet and you dryin' them up

Also don't doubt that you sent them 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 blue streak with Neeks we sharin' Lacoste

Now we go for dinner and we joke about sharin' the cost

Got me a ranch in the H **** all the carryin' cause

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

**** 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

Ha-ha yeah