The Older vs. Younger Sibling (Rap Battle)

Better let me play that
Or I’m gon' tell Mom where your grades at
I’m not in your room, so don’t claim that
Oh you think I won’t pop off?
Better pray that. Stay back
That’s a fake fact
Like your fake Yeezy’s, yeah that’s big cap
Tryna tell me what to do? Better sit back
I could drop some dirt that could really get a switch snatched
Must think you’re Dad with it, how you’re bossing
Must think I’m a child with it how you’re talking
Old news, I’m an ad with it how I’m poppin'
I’m ten and a half now, I’m adulting
Yup, I get what I want, you do what I decide
Oh you’re the big bro? I’ll bring you down to size
And if you push me, I’ll make a belt appear
You know a single tear will end your whole career
It’s little bro, little bro, let me in
If I tell, If I tell, I’m gon' win
Selfish, still won’t let me use your phone
(You just got one)
I like yours better though
And how you go to college, but still ain’t thinking
She’s a dime, you’re pennies, so y’all ain’t linking
Acting two-faced, I’m talking Miley Cyrus
Couldn’t touch me before Coronavirus
I said what I said
You got Mama’s nagging and your father’s head
How you doing calculus and biomed
But still need Mom to show you how to cook an egg?
Always tryna trick me into something
Had me buy you food with Mom and Dad’s money
And won’t share nothing, played that game for days
(I ain’t even start)
Well it’s my time to play
Cause I’m bored in the house, and I’m in the house bored
I explored in your room, in your room I explored
Got dirt on you like you’re torn up Jordans
(Wait, you tore my shoes up?)
Uh, that’s not important
All talk, but won’t do nothing more
Or that belt makes an into and an encore
Tryna give commands, but this ain’t Simon Says
I’m their second chance, know who the favorite is
Hold up run that back?
Your hairline’s gon' recede from all that cap
Talking about my grades when you just failed a class
(You failed 5)
AH- I didn’t ask all that
And where’s the dirt? Cause I’m clean as a whistle
So I’m not a penny, I’m at least a nickel
Like 6IX9INE can’t keep stuff confidential
You’re just like your Air Max, artificial
You’re a big capper, a Pinocchio
I’m bouta autotune you if you don’t fix that tone
How you grown up, but still got baby teeth
I could’ve made this beat with those piano keys
Always going telling Mom on me
But didn’t tell her how you broke my phone I see
You ain’t big and bad, you’re a Teletubby
Only thing you run 'round here’s your mouth and from me
Boy big bro take little bro, automatic
One poke and you cry wolf, so dramatic
Claim you’re grown, yeah you groan and complain
All those toys from Santa, but still want my games
Want my food, how about you get your own
(You take mine too)
It’s different when you’re grown
You’re cap in the hat, it takes them one scan
You’re the favorite child 'cause I’m a young man
(Oh is that right?)
You can fact check it, sources on sight
(Like the fact you still need lunch money, right?)
Hold up, I’m in college, you know money’s tight
See you only listen when you’re not supposed to
(Oh I listen fine, I just don’t listen for you)
(Wait, is that Mom’s? Oh she’s 'gon bug for this)
(RIP, I’m talking Rest in Punishment)
Chill
(Bro chill)
Stop that
(Stop that)
Dad’s stupid
(Mom, Kyle’s cursing out Dad)
Hope you find him, cause I’m bouta lose it
Whatchu doing?!
(Uh you made me do it)
Hold up, what is all this yelling 'bout?
I brought you in this world, now who am I taking out?
(Uh, it was Nile)
Should’ve known it was the middle child, come here!