Lyrics

Yo, Brady, big man, standin’ 6’9”,
But your ego’s even taller—yeah, it’s borderline.
Narcissist vibes, got that mirror on replay,
But your heart’s so cold, it’s stuck on freeze-frame.

Tryna juggle two queens? Bro, you ain’t the king,
You’re just a clown in the circus, fake flexin’ that bling.
Played me and my friend? That’s weak, that’s whack,
Now we droppin’ this track—ain’t no comin’ back.

Big dude, small soul, yeah, that’s your story,
Fake love, fake fame, chasin’ cheap glory.
You’re tall, but you fall when the truth comes through,
Ain’t nobody here playin’—we just exposin’ you.

Whispers in the dark? Yeah, we heard what you do,
Talkin’ to minors? Bro, that’s straight taboo.
You’re a danger zone, red flag on sight,
Better check yourself before you see that spotlight.

You think you’re a player? Nah, you’re just sad,
Tryna break hearts ‘cause you never had a real dad?
Cold truth hit hard, yeah, it stings,
But karma’s got hands—and it swings, it swings.

Big dude, small soul, yeah, that’s your story,
Fake love, fake fame, chasin’ cheap glory.
You’re tall, but you fall when the truth comes through,
Ain’t nobody here playin’—we just exposin’ you.

You stand high, but you fall solo,
Fake charm, fake game, all for show though.
You’re a fraud, Brady, mask on tight,
But it’s comin’ off now—yeah, we bringin’ that light.


So keep flexin’, keep lyin’, play that fake role,
But deep down you know—you’re empty, no soul.
Your tower’s crashin’ down, it’s your final scene,
Game over, Brady—go bow to the real queens