My Brother

[Chorus]
No, I wasn't shit but I'm the man now
No, I never asked, for no hand-outs
While you was down down bad, I had to stand-out
I was applying the pressure, look how it planned out

[Verse 1]
I used to call you my brother, now you my fam' now
When I was sixteen, I turned a hundred grand down
What type of money moved you to a mansion from a trap house?
So I'm grateful my family had it planned out
I just bought a whip 'bach seventeen, I don't need no keys, I push it started
The labels put the money in front of me, the deal retarded
It's sad to see your big bro go from happy to cold-hearted
Oh you think he better than me? My shit Goat hearted
That's a fast wheel, I don't think it's fast enough
Inside of your bad bitch I don't think she bad enough
Met her in the club, tryna see if she gon' back it up
My mama hated seein' me spending money so I stack it up
My mama told me "Watch out for these people 'cause they plotting"
I put my shit on Goat mode, all the scouts be watching
I don't give a shit what people saying, they just talking
I don't give a damn if she loves me, she get to walking
I want a big ass crib with a big ass pie
You can't say I'm lying, baby, I ain't never cap
You can't say I wasn't there for you, I can't help a laugh
I only speak facts, look up the stacks
You never show me no love
It feel like no one did

[Bridge]
It feel like no one gave a fuck
They say, that I switched up
The money changed me, yeah, know the money yeah (It did)
Understand me, I am —
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah, ah
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
No, I wasn't shit but I'm the man now
No, I never asked for no hand-outs
While you was down down bad, I had to stand-out
I was applying the pressure, look how it planned out
I used to call you my brother, now you my fam' now
When I was sixteen, I turned a hundred grand down
What type of money moved you to a mansion from a trap house?
So I'm grateful my family had it planned out

[Verse 2]
They in my DM saying I'm a prodigy, my mama proud of me
I remember when they doubted me, now they surrounding me
I hope they happy looking down on me
I know they looking stupid, they was clowning me
I'm feeling stressed, 'cause I know my people counting on me
I put these past on my paper
Ride her with my anger
They switched up like a bitch, you would trade her
Steady bumpin' on my shit, probably pissin' off the neighbors
I don't fuck with politics, only presidential papers

[Chorus]
No, I wasn't shit but I'm the man now
No, I never asked for no hand-outs
While you was down down bad, I had to stand-out
I was applying the pressure, look how it planned out
I used to call you my brother, now you the fam' now
When I was sixteen I turned a hundred grand down
What type of money moved you to a mansion from a trap house?
So I'm grateful that my family had it planned out