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 your 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 intro 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 five

Uh, 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!