Oh Brother 🙄

Sometimes the game is rigged and the one rigging it is the ones who ain’t what they say they are…. That’s what this song is basically saying Beat: No Games by YoungGrizzly Lyrics: It’s real uncute how comfortable some people be playing in the rest of our faces trynna pretend like they not a whole villain or something. Y’all know we can see you right? Most of us don’t got time for your shenanigans. Too busy trying to get through the day, the month, even the year… wake up sunshine and get up on the grind bills to be paid got that money on the mind From the time you go to sleep to the time that you eat you be clocking up the hours trynna get to yo seat it's a cut throat world so you gotta have teeth and if you wanna survive Gotta hunt like a chief Learning how to play the systems how to get through the maze how to climb the tallest towers trynna fight off the strays Its the way they always wanted Since the time of they search A plan of diabolic That's been rooted in Earth For the service For the polish For the making of man Except if he's got color Just the slightest of sand But what they wasn’t, full expecting, that the hold wouldn’t stay Never thinking, we would come up, learn to change up the game Little brother gonna come up Gonna pass up the train So big brother better slow up Cause he digging his grave Big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother Pulling all the strings like a puppeteer From the things that we watch To the things we hear We learned to play the game That was rigged for you But it’s time to cut the chords And let our power loose *2 Big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother Big brother big brother What a crying shame You’d think you’d learnt your lesson But you history famed Never for real glory But for causing the pain Standing on the shoulders, backs, and the foots of the slain Be preaching your an ally When your really a coat Red vindictive vultures Of us chugging the roast Just trynna make a living Living off cups of Joe But as them tables get to turning That’ll be all that she wrote Big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother You were never my big brother big brother Pulling all the strings like a puppeteer From the things that we watch To the things we hear We learned to play the game That was rigged for you But it’s time to cut the chords And let our power loose *2 We finally got a plan And the ammunition The voice and the stans To spread the word, the mission Clock Out I don’t know about nobody else, but if my name pops up in the history books, I’d rather it be because I was on the right side of it, you feel me. Ain’t trying to have nobody calling me big sis, but I was full of ish.