Big Bro In The Rearview

[Intro]
Cold world
Heart numb
Look
[Verse 1]
Got that call, dropped the phone on the kitchen tile
Big bro gone, whole house went quiet for a while
Used to ride shotgun, now I’m staring at an empty seat
Tryna talk to you, but I’m just talking to the concrete
They said, “Hit me if you need something”
Funny, I ain’t heard nothing, I ain’t seen nothing
Timeline full of “love you bro” from some weak hands
Same ones that dipped when the rent hit the weekend
[Chorus]
Lost my big bro, now the world feel hollow
Cold in my chest, who’m I s’posed to follow?
Fake ones vanish when the sky turn gray
Real ones stand, yeah, the real ones stay
Lost my big bro, got this rage in my veins
Everybody post pics, they don’t feel my pain
If you ain’t here in the storm, stay out my way
Fake ones fade, but the real ones stay (stay)
[Verse 2]
You ain’t pull up to the spot when the tears ran
But you typing all caps like a real fan
Where was you when mama couldn’t pay the light bill?
Where was you when we was splitting one Meal Deal?
I remember every promise you ain’t keep
Every “brother” that was only there for the selfies
But my day one still calling just to check my mood
He don’t flex, he just show up when my hands bruise
[Chorus]
Lost my big bro, now the world feel hollow
Cold in my chest, who’m I s’posed to follow?
Fake ones vanish when the sky turn gray
Real ones stand, yeah, the real ones stay
Lost my big bro, got this rage in my veins
Everybody post pics, they don’t feel my pain
If you ain’t here in the storm, stay out my way
Fake ones fade, but the real ones stay (real ones stay)
[Bridge]
If you stuck when it’s ugly, you my blood now (yeah)
If you dipped when it’s bloody, you can duck now
I don’t need your little prayer in my DM
I need somebody in the dirt when my feet sink
[Chorus]
Lost my big bro, now the world feel hollow
Cold in my chest, who’m I s’posed to follow?
Fake ones vanish when the sky turn gray
Real ones stand, yeah, the real ones stay
Lost my big bro, got this rage in my veins
Everybody post pics, they don’t feel my pain
If you ain’t here in the storm, stay out my way
Fake ones fade, but the real ones stay (stay, stay)

rap, Dark West Coast trap beat, moody layered keys and haunting vocal chops over heavy 808s and crisp claps. Verses ride a laid-back but menacing pocket with male vocals, close-mic and confessional. Hook widens with stacked chant-style backing vocals and a detuned lead synth doubling the melody. Sub hits extra hard on the downbeat of the chorus; final hook strips to drums and bass for a raw, cathartic outro., world, fake, hip hop