A Quote by Birdman

Drake's my little brother; I love him to death, and he's family-oriented. — © Birdman
Drake's my little brother; I love him to death, and he's family-oriented.
Kobe Bryant, to me, is still the best basketball player in my mind. He played with me and he was in my era. I still love him to death. He's a little brother to me.
When you work with Drake, you don't really work with Drake. You send him the song, he rap on it, then y'all done worked together. So it ain't like me and him sitting in the studio.
Drake, that's my brother right there. Big Drizzy. That's my guy there - he shows me a lot of love.
I talked to my little brother, Jeb - I haven't told this to many people. But he's the governor of - I shouldn't call him my little brother - my brother, Jeb, the great Governor of Texas.
Mark Henry my black brother. I love him and his family.
little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.
If we're a family and your brother wishes you death, it's not a very happy family.
I love spending time with my dog, my niece and my family. I'm very family-oriented.
I love what Drake does, but I don't want to be called the Drake of country.
I'd love to work with Drake. I got Drake beats.
Beware the beast Man, for he is the Devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.
I've heard of Francis Drake and Ted Drake. But I don't know who Drake is.
I don't listen to Drake. That's not a shade to Drake. I don't know who Drake is for, but it's not for me.
For a rapper as well-known as Drake, there remains an essential element of mystery about him. For one so open, there's a distance, and he prefers it that way. But then there's something beneath the exterior that reveals itself with urgency in conversation: Drake's raw ambition.
The death of distance. There is hardly any middle class family in India who doesn't have a son, a daughter, a son-in-law, a brother, a brother-in-law in the United States. That is a very powerful new bond.
Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.
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