Range Brothers Lyrics – Baby Keem | Kendrick Lamar
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 girlfriend 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’ bless duckin’ maneuvers.
Huh? okay you 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 un-leady, Okay okay hold the confetti, Okay okay you 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 poetin’ nigga i just go at it nigga, I’m a whore 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 an’ dad count through seven figures, Raised around bottles and dope fiends, On a high 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 you 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 un-leady, 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 don’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, And he get some too.
I remember roaches momma lost focus, I was at home no lights no food, Heard that the joke is “hykeem broken”, 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 gone live in this world confused (‘fused woo), 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 habits (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.
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