Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rachael's Little Brother , by - Stormzy. Release date: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rachael's Little Brother |
| My love for you will never end |
| You’ll always be a part-part, yo, like |
| Father, help me through the pain (Pain) |
| Father, be my shelter when it’s due to rain (Rain) |
| Brought this on myself, so tell me, who’s to blame? |
| (Blame) |
| These niggas do me dirty, I can’t do the same (Nah) |
| Do the same even though I had a meaner start (Start) |
| Still a league apart, guess I got a cleaner heart (Heart) |
| Miscommunication tore my team apart |
| Now I’m the big dog, I make the whole arena bark (Woof) |
| Boom-shacka-lacka when I shake the room (Room) |
| My goons bring the whackers, I just make the tunes |
| Hakuna Matata when my days are blue (Blue) |
| All of you rappers need to pay your dues (Word) |
| Piss my gang off then they slide off, make you meet the chrome (Chrome) |
| They’ll be Thanos when they find out where you keep them stones |
| Brudda stabbed me in my back, it really be your own (Own) |
| I still keep some dragons with me like I’m Peter Jones |
| I still keep some dragons with me like I’m Stormborn |
| They’re screaming, «More, Stormz,» so I give 'em more Stormz |
| Mandem were against man and now dem man are for Stormz |
| You can get your chest banged or you can get your jaw torn |
| I’m that cold, niggas wanna see me back in that mode |
| Me and Killa skizzin' on the back road |
| Chillin' on our jack jones, used to keep our Rambos tucked |
| And now we skiz around in Lambo trucks and watch the fans go nuts (Brr, brr) |
| Father God, I can’t believe that this is life (Nah, nah) |
| Father God, I can’t believe that this is mine (Nah, nah) |
| Father God, you brought me down to build me up |
| I need your love to fill me up cah nigga hate to see me shine |
| My city’s always been a gangland (Yeah) |
| Man in the middle like I’m Bam-Bam (Yeah) |
| Coming like I’m Simba or I’m Aslan (Yeah) |
| Heart of a lion man, they say I got a lion heart |
| You niggas just learned to fly, I got off to a flying start |
| This is that expensive rap, it’s coming like a dying art |
| Long as all my people when I’m called to play a tiny part |
| I am not alone in this, had to share my throne in this |
| Had to bite the bullet just to show my brothers ownership |
| I’m playing my position (Yeah), them old boys know I’m on a mission (Yeah) |
| They know that I don’t follow no traditions (Yeah) |
| Do it like I’m Jigga, turn my niggas into moguls |
| Niggas tryna figure how we livin' through our socials |
| That’s ridiculous, if you wanna know then come and sit with us |
| Fifty-fifty on some knowledge, take a split with us |
| Cah if you went legit with us we’d probably build a nation (Build a nation) |
| Passing on the things we learn and sharin' information |
| Always better when we stick together, came up through the grit together |
| If I’m ever acting up, you’d tell me get my shit together |
| You hold me down, I do the same for you (Same for you) |
| I hold the crown and hold the bane for you, I finish what I came to do |
| You know I finish what I started (Yeah) |
| Yes, I dot my I’s and cross my T’s, I’m fully hearted (Word) |
| Lost some to the streets but we prefer to say they martyred |
| We had OGs and we preferred them to our fathers |
| Aight, if I ain’t walking in the Holy Spirit I’m a target (Lord) |
| Long, long time, I bought a ticket and departed (Word) |
| Now me and big Kuba get to bill it on the charted |
| I wish I had a pound for every riddim that I clarted |
| Aw shit, I pray this feeling never lasts, I pray I cherish it (Cherish it) |
| I pray you keep me on this path, I pray I never slip (Pray I never slip) |
| I pray for God to really keep me in his fellowship (Fellowship) |
| I bottle up and then I spill it to my therapist |
| It’s not a healthy way of livin', but we livin' still (Still) |
| Tryna fill empty voids up with 7-figure deals (Deals) |
| Sertraline and nicotine, I hit it 'til it heals (Word) |
| And that’s the kinda shit to keep a nigga in his feels |
| Cah I coulda been a doctor, coulda been a lawyer |
| Coulda been a boxer like I’m Oscar De La Hoya |
| If I stayed at work I’d probably piss off my employer |
| I’m old school like Lacey-Ann al Frente de Todos |
| So it’s thank you to my mother and thank the Lord above us |
| I’m Mister GQ when I’m gracing on the cover (Gracing on the cover) |
| Plus I’m multi-talented it’s like I’m Donald Glover (Donald Glover) |
| Like what the fuck you talking 'bout? |
| I’m Rachael’s little brother |
| Straight up, word |
| If you were to go, I don’t know |
| You’re the only one who sweeps me off my feet |
| Makes my soul go weak |
| The only one that makes my heart want to beat and |
| I could never live without you |
| You know that what I feel has to be true |
| 'Cause you’re my, my sweet lover |
| If you were to go, I don’t know |
| You’re the only one who sweeps me off my feet |
| Makes my soul go weak |
| The only one who makes my heart want to beat and |
| I could never live without you |
| You know that what I feel has to be true |
| 'Cause you’re my, my sweet lover |
| I pray you have your soul to keep |
| Old school like I’m holdin' heat |
| Old school like I’m rollin' deep |
| Old school like a soul could be |
| Old school like when niggas used to do the dirt, then go to sleep |
| Back when niggas wouldn’t tweet |
| Now you niggas over-tweet |
| Damn, a nigga hate to see it |
| Niggas couldn’t wait to pree it |
| I can see love in your heart |
| Tell me why you hate to free it? |
| Tell me why you hate to show it? |
| I’m my country’s greatest poet |
| Only right I make 'em know it |
| Candles on my cake, I blow it |
| Always used to make a wish |
| Close my eyes and make me rich |
| Nowadays don’t ask for shit |
| Close my eyes and take the pick |
| I’m just happy seein' me happy brings you some joy |
| It’s the little things in life |
| These are things this thing destroyed, yeah |