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Itâs hard
Being the big brother
Itâs hard
Being the big brother
Itâs hard, every kind of day
Telling my younglings just what to say
And itâs harder, cuz thereâs two
Whatâs kind of cool, what not to do
Making duff copies of Electric Boogaloo
They lose one, they lose two
No not to worry, Yes to disturb
Doing rollbacks off my Mums front curb
Buying their first pair of Nikeâs
Watching them grow
As big as me (not quite)
Sitting in the summer eating angel delight
Pass on the rules down from my Mum
Keep my two brothers under the thumb
See my brother Ridd & Junior
Are protected you see
Headed by the King of Lesta
Frankie B
You know what Iâm sayinââ¦. please.
Itâs hard
Being the big brother
My breaths still smelling like a juicy fruit
The girls look great in their birthday suits
Even if Iâm not hanging with my youth
You can try & hide it but you know Iâm cute
Iâm tailored 32 x 2
Youâve got to make me wait up in a queue?
Just for a shoe?
So when the ladies see me they say
âItâs Junior B and screwâ
Matter of fact, they already do
Now it's the young âun of the familyâs debut
My brotherâs dropped me in the track
With a little preview
And I bring the bass for my party crew
And that's you and that's youâs
Iâve got girls under my skin like tattoos
Iâve got music out my ears like 1s and 2s
Havingâ¦.oh ****!
Itâs hard
Being the big brother