Suffa - The Wrong Brother lyrics

[Verse 1] It's me you been looking up, 6'1" A tonne and none of these chumps are close to good enough Talk about what you shoulda done I give him a piece of my mind But a moment never arrived but it's what I woulda done Alrighty son, whatever helps you sleep And floats your boat whatever puts your mind at ease But I suggest you keep your words behind your teeth And keep away from me I ain't raising your seed Mr. Role Model, far from it Been on the bottle since birth You put a keg in my hearse, I'm never off it So how am I supposed to teach your kids When I can't tell you what day of the week it is? See, the fact is, you couldn't trust me with a cactus That sh**'d die quicker than me with a cat did Blacklist? Yeah, that's just fine with me And when the siren sounds, it's just my sign to leave (Peace!) [Hook] Looking at me, (Right) I'm likely to be, (Right) Some kind of thief. (Right) You got the wrong brother! Looking at him, (Right) He's some kind of crim, (Right) His last name is Briggs. (Right) You got the wrong brother! Looking at you, (Right) Got something to prove (Right) Whatcha gon' do? (Right) You got the wrong brother! [Verse 2] Hands clap, cans cracked roll-call, I'm on again Smack whoever want it, stitch 'em up like a monogram So blunt I'm honest man sick since the sonogram The doc was like, "sh** Miss Briggs your son's a monster, man." (Oh no) So you want to know what I'm about? Shep's home, but I sleep on Melbourne's couch Built like a brick house with the foulest mouth Very little you could do to stop me now You must be dreaming, you're just feeding the demon You at odds with me, you best bet I'll get even Get you while you're eating then I'll feed you the bleach And then your vitals are beeping and then your family's pleading "Mercy, mercy. Just look in your heart." And I did - it was black, cold and lived in the dark I'm on the bomb sh**, the wrong sh**, phenomenon sh** They gonna know the name, by the end of the song Briggs! [Hook] [Verse 3] Now I've hardly slept I've gone and hit the stage like I'm Kanye West But Ima let you finish, more or less Wallet got me poor and stressed Now I gotta bounce town, cos I'm bouncing checks Amount's immense, you don't amount to this I'm a loved mother f**er round about this b**h Been astounding since, I've been around a bit And I learned a thing or ten, by the sound of things So, count me in, let 'em doubt me then Bound to k** something with the fountain pen And now I'm on this until the cows come in Twenty times better than you think you is Cos nothing sounds better than the team when we on it Golden Era is the squad and everybody want it And your mother's gonna see the undertaker and the florist Cos you didn't know your place in the realm of the Briggasaurus [Hook]