range brothers
Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar 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
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 to "Range Brothers" by Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar focus on various themes, including fame, wealth, and relationships. The song begins with Baby Keem expressing his desire for a girlfriend while also acknowledging that he may have crossed a line by being involved with two women. He mentions that he needs a girlfriend, but his two phones make it harder to trust others.
Kendrick Lamar's verse touches on fame, rumors, and loyalty. He mentions people in his high-profile circle who have to dodge rumors, and he feels proud to have made it despite growing up in the projects. Lamar stresses the importance of being true to one's word and sticking to moral codes. Throughout the song, there's a sense of self-reflection and a desire for authenticity.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "they're not bool," which means "they're not real." This could be interpreted as Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar asserting their authenticity and separating themselves from those who are fake or disloyal.
Overall, "Range Brothers" explores topics such as relationships, fame, and morality while emphasizing the value of realness and authenticity.
Line by Line Meaning
Bad bitch, pardon me, I say "What's up?"
I'm talking to a really good looking girl and greeting her
Educated, so I put her in the cut
Since she's smart and sophisticated, I put her in with my group of friends
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
I'm in need of a committed relationship
Two hoes and I think I did too much
I hooked up with two girls and think I've gone overboard
I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
I own two phones and can't decide which one to use for whom
Bet that girlfriend lonely, introduce her to my humor
I believe that girl needs company, so I'll introduce her to my wit and humor
It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
There's a lot of girls that ended up getting sent home in an Uber, likely having failed to impress anyone
Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
There are people of high status in my social circle who are avoiding slanderous rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' blood suckin' maneuvers
I've been steering clear of deceitful people who just want to take advantage of me
Huh? Okay, just say you not ready
If you're not ready for something, just say so
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, okay, I'm going to come in strong
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty, okay, okay
They're not in good condition, and I'm being spiteful in my thoughts
Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady
Okay, you all are exhausted and unstable
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, hold the celebrations
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes
People tend to be ungrateful and turn on someone even after that person helps them greatly
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
You may try, but I can see through your facade despite your sunglasses
You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
If you don't follow through with what you said, then you're foolish
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
They're not truthful, definitely not
I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie
I hope to see my whole crew on national television, while ensuring my expensive watch is suitable for all audiences
Turnin' down tops and the top bitches, that remind me of the old days
I'm rejecting attractive women because it harkens back to my wilder, less responsible days
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
I'm letting women in that don't have proper access, through a backstage pass
What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh?
What are these women doing here? Just for a poet?
I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga
I'm a poet despite being young, and keep writing
I'm a whore at it, nigga
I sleep with a lot of women
You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga
You can even ask my mother about it, that's how much I love writing poetry
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I grew up in a housing project, you don't want to mess with me
I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
I don't like to waste time on girls that have relationships
Bro-code, me and Dave count through seven figures
My friend Dave and I follow a code of behavior, as we become richer and richer
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
I grew up seeing alcohol bottles and drug addicts everywhere around me
On a high seat since the day I turned sixteen
I've felt like I've had a lot of responsibility since I was 16 years old
7-47, I'm starin' at plane wings
I'm taking in the sight of airplanes and their wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)
I hope God is watching and my grandma is praying for me
Everybody wanna be great
Everyone hopes to be successful
But the word don't relate
But words don't always come true
And the life be mistakin' the truth, nigga
And life can twist reality
I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K
I remember managing a large sum of money with Chase Bank
Starin' at it, I ain't know what to do, nigga
I couldn't believe how much money I had, didn't know what to do with it
Now I look at money like a resource
I view money as a valuable asset
Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
Every contract I sign should benefit my child and their future family's education
Health and wealth, goin' deep for it
I'm prioritizing both physical and financial health
Do right for my next life, and he get some too
I'm doing the right things for my future generations, as they'll benefit too
Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
Life isn't always about having people talk about you
And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels, oh)
And it's not just about cars, clothes, and jewelry
Every lil' bitch that's born lookin' like soft porn
Every girl born now resembles soft-core pornography
Only meant for your ego to bruise (bruise, oh)
They're created to make you feel worse about yourself
Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
When the girls get bored and don't accomplish anything
You gon' live in this world confused ('fused, woo)
You'll be more confused than ever in this world
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
Every day brings more hate and less faith
Fuck that, let me get some too
I don't care, let me be a part of it too
Nigga, my livelihood was understood
My way of life is well established
That the roof I'm in not bool
That the roof above me is not false
Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
I have big shoes to fill
"Keem, wanna share that ho?" Bro, move
"Keem, do you want to share that girl?" Get out of here, man
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
Someone wants to passively threaten me
'Cause I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback
Since I slept with his girlfriend in a black car
I front in the pics when the heart don't match
I appear happy in photos, but my heart isn't all there
Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
I have to take care of my children and go where they are
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Let's get to work, hmm
Her friend got pornography habits (give me that bitch, but, sir)
Her friend has a tendency to watch/use porn frequently (give me that girl, sir)
Rippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
Picking off rubber bands from meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Clean up the place before I arrive back from traveling abroad
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
Stop keeping negative things to yourself, believe in it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
Why is your boyfriend looking for me so much, is he divine?
Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get to work
Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
I'm in the Rover gang, constantly driving Range Rovers
Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (we're not the Wayans)
We're the Range brothers, and we're not the Wayans
Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (he's Baby Keem)
I hate to break it to you, but we're not the same (I'm Baby Keem)
I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game (a Range Rover)
I'm with my fellow Range Rover driver and we're killing it
Take one, take two, take three, heave it
One, two, and three, throw them all away
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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