Kendrick Lamar, Baby Keem - ​range brothers lyrics

Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend i need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think I did too much
I got two phones and I
Don't know who to trust i need a girlfriend
I need a girlfriend
Bet that girl get lonely
Introduce her to my humor
It's a lot of bitches that they
Sent home in their Uber
Uh, high-profile niggas in my
Circle dodgin' rumors i been tucked away
Dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers

Huh, okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay, okay okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that
Try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hidе behind the shades
I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word
Thеn you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea
They're not bool

I be wanna see me whole gang on TV
Pg my Rollie
Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches
That remind me of the old days
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at
It, nigga, I'm a ho at it, nigga
You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga
I was raised in the projects
We could go at it, nigga
I can't waste no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro code
Me and Dad count through seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high seat since the day I turned sixteen
747, I'm starin' at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen
Grandma prayin' for me (Ayy)

Huh, okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay, okay okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that
Try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hide behind the shades
I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word
Then you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea
They're not bool

Everybody wanna be great
But the work don't relate him to life
Be mistakin' the truth, nigga
I remember bankin' with Chase
Like four hundred K
Starin' at it, I ain't know what to do
Nigga now I look at money like a resource
Every contract gotta put my
Kid's family in school
Health and wealth, goin' deep for it
Do right for my next life
Let me get some too
I remember roaches, mama lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke is "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall reside with advisers to boom
Fuck that, Booman, let me get some too
Life ain't always about your
Name in they mouth
And the cars and the clothes and the jewels
(Jewels, oh) every lil' bitch that's born
Looking like soft porn
Only meant for your ego to bruise
(Bruise, oh) bet when the hoes get bored
And the points ain't score
You gon' live in this world confused
('Fused, woah) every day
The hate restored and the faith get short
Fuck that, let me get some too
Nigga, my livelihood was understood
That the roof I'm in not bool
Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
"Keem, wanna share that ho?" Bro, move
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
'Cause I fucked his bitch
In a black hatchback
I front in the pics when
The heart don't match
Take care of the kids, gotta
Go where they at, ayy


Hold on, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
(Like what these niggas on, like?)

Ain't shit changed
Still fuckin' and rappin'
Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
Her friend got pornography habit's
("Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!")
Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang
(pgLang, fool)
Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang
(She's hot)
Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang
(Rover gang) range brothers out the roof
We're not the Wayans
(We're not the Wayans)
Bitch, I hate to tell the truth
We're not the same (He's Baby Keem)
I'm with my Rover brother
And we're runnin' game (A Range Rover)
Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Take one, take two, take three, heave it
Stop hidin' comments under
Your sleeve, nigga, believe it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me
Is he Jesus?

Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm