Double Trouble

Bilal so skinny, man he vanish in the wind, Cross-eyed lookin’ like he starin’ at his twin. Lazy every day, he don’t ever take a stand, IQ always droppin’ lower than his WiFi band. Braxton, lil’ man with the waistline wide, Got an ego so big it don’t fit inside. Talking like you allat, but you fall when you run, You Short, slow, heavy dude’s 3-in-1. Can’t speak Somali? That’s a family shame, Cold air hit you, and you cry like it’s pain. Made in Minnesota, but you weak in your home, You mad every minute, better leave you alone. Two bums in a circus, that’s Bilal and Brax, Glazin’ each other, always coverin’ tracks. One can’t fight the cold, the other can’t fight the scale, But both of them talk tough, so they are destined to fail. Y’all ride for each other like it’s do or die, But when the truth pull up, you both just like to lie.