range brothers
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
[00:00.141] 作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
[00:00.283][Part I]
[00:10.486][Verse 1: Baby Keem]
[00:17.022]Bad bitch, pardon me, I say "What's up?
[00:20.114]Educated so I put her in the cut
[00:23.575]I need a girlfriend
[00:27.149]I need a girlfriend
[00:31.333]Two hoes and I think I did too much
[00:34.696]I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
[00:38.397]I need a girlfriend
[00:42.165]I need a girlfriend
[00:46.074]Bet that girlfriend lonely introduce her to my hombre
[00:49.679]That's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their ombré
[00:53.372]A high profile niggas in my circle dodging rumors
[00:57.138]I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers
[01:00.191][Chorus: Baby Keem]
[01:08.341]Huh, okay, you say you not ready
[01:19.066]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[01:21.141]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty
[01:23.046]Okay, okay
[01:25.448]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady
[01:27.259]Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[01:29.236]Okay, okay, just say you not ready
[01:31.230]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
[01:37.441]You cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through it
[01:41.433]You ain't stand up on your word, thеn you's a fool
[01:45.365]They're not, they're not, they're not bool
[01:48.586][Verse 2: Baby Keem]
[01:49.501]I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie
[01:51.917]Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches
[01:54.152]That remind me of the old days
[01:56.666]Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
[01:58.452]What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
[02:00.599]I'm a young poetin' nigga, I just go at it, nigga
[02:02.841]I'm a whore at it, nigga
[02:04.083]You could ask my momma, we poetic, nigga
[02:05.851]I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
[02:07.941]I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
[02:09.984]Bro-code, me an' Dad can't do seven figures
[02:11.938]Raised around bottles and dope fiends
[02:13.764]On a high since the day I turned sixteen
[02:15.590]Seven-fourty-seven, I'm staring at plane wings
[02:17.544]Prayin' the Lord's seen
[02:18.575]Grandma prayin' for me (yy)
[02:20.249][Chorus: Baby Keem]
[02:21.946]Huh, okay, you say you not ready
[02:23.186]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[02:25.173]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty
[02:27.067]Okay, okay
[02:28.144]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady
[02:30.987]Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[02:33.078]Okay, okay, just say you not ready
[02:34.955]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
[02:41.477]You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
[02:45.385]You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
[02:49.217]They're not, they're not, they're not bool
[02:52.315][Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem]
[02:52.557]Everybody wanna be great but the word don't relate him to life be mistakin' the truth, nigga
[02:56.015]I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K, starin' at it I don't know what to do, nigga
[03:00.285]Now I look at money like a resource, every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
[03:04.140]Health and wealth, goin' deep for it do right for my next life
[03:06.922]An' he get some too
[03:08.239]I remember roaches
[03:09.572]Momma lost focus
[03:10.176]I was at home, no lights, no food
[03:12.148]Heard that the joke is how Keem broken
[03:13.991]Head to the ground when I walk in school
[03:16.117]Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
[03:18.143]Granny, I won't abide by the rules
[03:20.227]I shall reside with advisers to boom
[03:22.136]**** that, Booman, let me get some too
[03:24.102]Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
[03:26.473]And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (Jewels, oh)
[03:28.077]Every lil bitch that's born looking like soft porn
[03:30.438]Only meant for your ego to bruise (Bruise, oh)
[03:32.151]Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
[03:34.513]You gone live in this world confused ('Fused, wooh)
[03:36.178]Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
[03:38.470]**** that, let me get some too
[03:40.088]Nigga, my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not boo
[03:43.933]Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
[03:46.136]Keem, wanna share that hoe? Br, move
[03:48.106]Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch
[03:50.356]In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match
[03:53.480]Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
[03:55.718][Part II]
[03:56.723][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
[03:56.966]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[03:58.098]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[04:00.509]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[04:02.576]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[04:05.267]Top o' the mornin'
[04:06.764]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[04:08.934]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (Like what these niggas on, like?)
[04:13.414][Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar]
[04:14.053]Ain't shit changed, still ****in' and rappin'
[04:15.392]Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
[04:17.280]Her friend got pornography habits (Give me that bitch, but sir)
[04:22.168]Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool)
[04:25.773]Hundred thousand on her, she know she game (She's hot)
[04:29.306]Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
[04:32.864]Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (We're not the Wayans)
[04:36.453]Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (He's Baby Keem)
[04:39.874]I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' games (They Range Rover)
[04:43.335]Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf
[04:46.532]Overseas, tidier for me 'fore I get home
[04:49.809]Take one, take two, take three, heave it
[04:53.286]Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
[04:56.902]Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
[05:00.464][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
[05:01.609]Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:03.034]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[05:05.204]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[05:07.560]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[05:10.387]Top o' the mornin'
[05:11.710]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:13.670]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[00:00.141] 作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
[00:00.283][Part I]
[00:10.486][Verse 1: Baby Keem]
[00:17.022]Bad bitch, pardon me, I say "What's up?
[00:20.114]Educated so I put her in the cut
[00:23.575]I need a girlfriend
[00:27.149]I need a girlfriend
[00:31.333]Two hoes and I think I did too much
[00:34.696]I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
[00:38.397]I need a girlfriend
[00:42.165]I need a girlfriend
[00:46.074]Bet that girlfriend lonely introduce her to my hombre
[00:49.679]That's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their ombré
[00:53.372]A high profile niggas in my circle dodging rumors
[00:57.138]I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers
[01:00.191][Chorus: Baby Keem]
[01:08.341]Huh, okay, you say you not ready
[01:19.066]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[01:21.141]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty
[01:23.046]Okay, okay
[01:25.448]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady
[01:27.259]Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[01:29.236]Okay, okay, just say you not ready
[01:31.230]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
[01:37.441]You cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through it
[01:41.433]You ain't stand up on your word, thеn you's a fool
[01:45.365]They're not, they're not, they're not bool
[01:48.586][Verse 2: Baby Keem]
[01:49.501]I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie
[01:51.917]Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches
[01:54.152]That remind me of the old days
[01:56.666]Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
[01:58.452]What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
[02:00.599]I'm a young poetin' nigga, I just go at it, nigga
[02:02.841]I'm a whore at it, nigga
[02:04.083]You could ask my momma, we poetic, nigga
[02:05.851]I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
[02:07.941]I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
[02:09.984]Bro-code, me an' Dad can't do seven figures
[02:11.938]Raised around bottles and dope fiends
[02:13.764]On a high since the day I turned sixteen
[02:15.590]Seven-fourty-seven, I'm staring at plane wings
[02:17.544]Prayin' the Lord's seen
[02:18.575]Grandma prayin' for me (yy)
[02:20.249][Chorus: Baby Keem]
[02:21.946]Huh, okay, you say you not ready
[02:23.186]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[02:25.173]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty
[02:27.067]Okay, okay
[02:28.144]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady
[02:30.987]Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[02:33.078]Okay, okay, just say you not ready
[02:34.955]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
[02:41.477]You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
[02:45.385]You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
[02:49.217]They're not, they're not, they're not bool
[02:52.315][Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem]
[02:52.557]Everybody wanna be great but the word don't relate him to life be mistakin' the truth, nigga
[02:56.015]I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K, starin' at it I don't know what to do, nigga
[03:00.285]Now I look at money like a resource, every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
[03:04.140]Health and wealth, goin' deep for it do right for my next life
[03:06.922]An' he get some too
[03:08.239]I remember roaches
[03:09.572]Momma lost focus
[03:10.176]I was at home, no lights, no food
[03:12.148]Heard that the joke is how Keem broken
[03:13.991]Head to the ground when I walk in school
[03:16.117]Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
[03:18.143]Granny, I won't abide by the rules
[03:20.227]I shall reside with advisers to boom
[03:22.136]**** that, Booman, let me get some too
[03:24.102]Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
[03:26.473]And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (Jewels, oh)
[03:28.077]Every lil bitch that's born looking like soft porn
[03:30.438]Only meant for your ego to bruise (Bruise, oh)
[03:32.151]Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
[03:34.513]You gone live in this world confused ('Fused, wooh)
[03:36.178]Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
[03:38.470]**** that, let me get some too
[03:40.088]Nigga, my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not boo
[03:43.933]Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
[03:46.136]Keem, wanna share that hoe? Br, move
[03:48.106]Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch
[03:50.356]In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match
[03:53.480]Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
[03:55.718][Part II]
[03:56.723][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
[03:56.966]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[03:58.098]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[04:00.509]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[04:02.576]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[04:05.267]Top o' the mornin'
[04:06.764]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[04:08.934]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (Like what these niggas on, like?)
[04:13.414][Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar]
[04:14.053]Ain't shit changed, still ****in' and rappin'
[04:15.392]Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
[04:17.280]Her friend got pornography habits (Give me that bitch, but sir)
[04:22.168]Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool)
[04:25.773]Hundred thousand on her, she know she game (She's hot)
[04:29.306]Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
[04:32.864]Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (We're not the Wayans)
[04:36.453]Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (He's Baby Keem)
[04:39.874]I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' games (They Range Rover)
[04:43.335]Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf
[04:46.532]Overseas, tidier for me 'fore I get home
[04:49.809]Take one, take two, take three, heave it
[04:53.286]Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
[04:56.902]Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
[05:00.464][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
[05:01.609]Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:03.034]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[05:05.204]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[05:07.560]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
[05:10.387]Top o' the mornin'
[05:11.710]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:13.670]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
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 hombre
That's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their ombré
A high profile niggas in my circle dodging rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers
Huh, okay, you say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, yhey 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 'em, 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, they're not, 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 momma, we poetic, nigga
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro-code, me an' Dad can't do seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high since the day I turned sixteen
Seven-fourty-seven, I'm staring at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen
Grandma prayin' for me (yy)
Huh, okay, you say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, yhey 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 'em, 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, they're not, they're not bool
Everybody wanna be great but the word 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
An' he get some too
I remember roaches
Momma lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke is how Keem 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
**** 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, wooh)
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
**** that, let me get some too
Nigga, my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not boo
Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
Keem, wanna share that hoe? Br, move
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch
In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match
Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin'
Hol' 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 ****in' 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 game (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' games (They Range Rover)
Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf
Overseas, tidier 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 o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin'
Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet
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 hombre
That's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their ombré
A high profile niggas in my circle dodging rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers
Huh, okay, you say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, yhey 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 'em, 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, they're not, 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 momma, we poetic, nigga
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro-code, me an' Dad can't do seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high since the day I turned sixteen
Seven-fourty-seven, I'm staring at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen
Grandma prayin' for me (yy)
Huh, okay, you say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, yhey 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 'em, 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, they're not, they're not bool
Everybody wanna be great but the word 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
An' he get some too
I remember roaches
Momma lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke is how Keem 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
**** 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, wooh)
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
**** that, let me get some too
Nigga, my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not boo
Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
Keem, wanna share that hoe? Br, move
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch
In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match
Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin'
Hol' 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 ****in' 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 game (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' games (They Range Rover)
Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf
Overseas, tidier 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 o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin'
Top o' the mornin'
Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
