Brotha Charlie

Verse

Yo, Brotha Charlie, fake thug in the streets, actin' all chavy,

But you dumb as bricks, slippin' on your own gravy.

Playin' girls like cards, but they see through your bluff,

Heartbreaker? Nah, just a clown with no stuff.

Think you own the block? Boy, you rentin' that vibe,

Struttin' like a king, but your crown's a cheap dive.

Girls whisper your name like a bad joke in the club,

"Charlie's comin' 'round, time to plug up the tub."

You flexin' that chain, but it's fool's gold, fake shine,

Dumb moves got you chasin' tails that ain't even canine.

Act tough, talk rough, but inside you a softy,

One real diss and you fold like a cheap origami.

Chorus

Brotha Charlie, playboy fool, dumb as dirt (dirt, dirt),

Own the streets? Nah, you just a skirt-chasin' hurt (hurt, hurt).

Chavy act, all cap, gettin' played in return (return, return),

Girls laughin' at you, watch your empire burn (burn, burn).

Charlie down! (Down!) Charlie out! (Out!)

Dumb king fallin', hear the streets shout (shout, shout).

Verse

You juggle them chicks like a circus reject,

But they all ditch you quick, leavin' texts unchecked.

Thinks he's the boss, but your brain's on vacation,

Dumb decisions droppin' like failed relations.

Street cred? Zero, you a pedestrian joke,

Actin' chavy with that walk, but it choke on the smoke.

Girls you played? They plottin', sharin' your dirt,

Now you're solo in the club, nursin' that hurt.

I own these bars, you own nothin' but fails,

Brotha Charlie buried, under diss-track hail.

Flex on me? Nah, you're the punchline they skip,

Dumb playboy flop, take this L and dip (dip, dip).