Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, Brady, sit down, man, let’s have a chat,
6’9” but your game shorter than that.
You think you’re the man, you think you’re so slick,
But everyone knows you ain’t worth a damn bit.

Tryna play me? Tryna play my friend?
Boy, your manipulative games gotta end.
Thought you were smooth, but you barely survive,
Like your daddy’s love—oh wait, that died.

[Chorus]
Brady, Brady, what’s your deal?
Creepin’ on minors, bro, that’s real??
Anime posters all over your wall,
But real life? Man, you fumble and fall!

[Verse 2]
You a narcissist? We all can tell,
Thinkin’ you a king, but you broke as hell.
Tryna hit up every girl at work,
But they all see you as a desperate jerk.

Talkin’ ‘bout “I’m a nice guy, just misunderstood,”
Nah, bro, you just ain’t that good.
Movin’ like a snake, thinkin’ you sly,
We keep receipts, you can’t deny!

[Chorus]
Brady, Brady, what’s your deal?
Creepin’ on minors, bro, that’s real??
Anime posters all over your wall,
But real life? Man, you fumble and fall!

[Bridge]
Big dude, but no presence at all,
Tryna act tough, but your ego’s small.
Got no love, got no spine,
Father disowned you? Man, get in line.

[Verse 3]
Bro, you out here tryna flex and stunt,
But even your mirror say, “Damn, you a runt.”
Think you top-tier? Nah, you bottom rank,
Even your waifu sayin’ “Bro, you stank.”

You a whole damn joke, a punchline in flesh,
If clout was a test, you ain’t passin’ that mess.
Go touch some grass, leave kids alone,
And stop tryna act like you’re full-grown!

[Outro]
Brady, Brady, L after L,
Ain’t no redemption, we know you well.
This your funeral, we set the stage,
Step off, bro—go delete your page!

(Mic drop. End track.)