range brothers
Baby Keem Lyrics
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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' 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, 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, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie
Turnin' down tops and the top 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 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 wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro-code, me and Dave 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, 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
To the 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 lookin' 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, whoa)
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)
Rippin' 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
The lyrics of "range brothers" by Baby Keem are about his desire to find a genuine and committed relationship while acknowledging the plethora of women that desire to be with him. Keem is a young man with success, and he feels uncomfortable with the ambiguity that comes along with dating multiple women. He explains his perception of the girls he meets and their intentions, claiming that there are many women in the game who were taken home in an Uber. The chorus hints at a promising glimmer of hope that Keem might find what he is looking for in a girl who understands his humor and is unafraid to roll with him. The song also delves into Keem's background of growing up in the projects and overcoming the troubles that come with it.
The lyrics of "range brothers" by Baby Keem carry a significant message about the importance of believing in oneself and working hard to achieve success while acknowledging one's roots. It emphasizes the importance of avoiding toxic relationships and staying authentic to oneself. Keem depicts his experiences in the projects, where he was raised by his grandmother, who instilled moral values in him that helped him become a successful artist.
Line by Line Meaning
Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
I greet a fine woman and catch her attention
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I am attracted to intelligent women
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
I am looking for a serious romantic partner
Two hoes and I think I did too much
I may have overindulged in casual sexual relationships
I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
I am uncertain of whom to rely on
It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
Many women have left my company using ride-sharing services
Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
My associates and I avoid rumors being spread about us
I been tucked away dodgin' blood suckin' maneuvers
I have been avoiding manipulative people
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
People are ungrateful despite my financial support
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
I see through your façade even when you wear sunglasses
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
They are not genuine
I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie
I want my entire group to have mainstream success while keeping my watch brand-safe
Turnin' down tops and the top bitches, that remind me of the old days
I reminisce when I had no choice but to engage with less desirable women
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
I snuck women into a performance venue with my access privileges
I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga
I am an artistic and lyrical rapper who keeps on producing music
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
I am emotionally reactive and acting without much thought
Fuck that, booman, let me get some too
I want a share or a taste of what others have
Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
Fame should not be one's primary concern
Every lil' bitch that's born lookin' like soft porn
Women who have striking looks breed misogyny and objectification
Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
Unfulfilled women may lead to confusion
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
A disingenuous man tried to undermine me subtly
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
Do not discreetly criticize me, be upfront
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
I'm not attracting male suitors, yet they confront me anyway
Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
My associates and I share Range Rovers
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, Hykeem Jamaal Jr. Carter, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Riccardo Polo, Ruchaun Maurice Jr. Akers, Samuel Gloade, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
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@KyleExum
TOP OF THE MORNIN’ 🎩
@dinoraccoon8981
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@definitelyobama
TOP OF THE MORNIN'
@mortastic5117
Ayo Kyle love the vids man. Me and my brother always watch you
@woosh7574
@@mychkyl YOU DONT KNOW WHO KYLE EXUM IS???? HES NOT JUST A CHECKMARK
@midnitewatson7947
Kyle, I think we all know we're this leads...
@DolanDarker
(He's Baby Keem)
@yooguy4750
Shut up
@calzonetrash
his old bitch was mean
@water5679
gaming