Range Brothers song by Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar from Primary Album The-melodic-blue. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Trap, Memes, West Coast music. The Record company is pgLang & Columbia Records. Released on September 10, 2021.
Range Brothers Meaning
| [[Part I] [Verse: Baby Keem] 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 [Part II] [Chorus: Baby Keem] 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 , [Post-Chorus: Baby Keem] 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 [Verse 1: Baby Keem] 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) [Chorus: Baby Keem] 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 , [Post-Chorus: Baby Keem] 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 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem] 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 , [Part III] [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 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?) [Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar] 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? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 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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Frequently posed queries
- Who is the person responsible for producing the lyrics of Range Brothers?
This lirics prodiucer by 30 Roc, Baby Keem, Scott Bridgeway, Dez Wright, Jahaan Sweet, Ricky Polo & SLOAN (Producer).
- Can you name the individual who created this track? Range Brothers
Range Brothers song is written by Dez Wright, Jahaan Sweet, 30 Roc, SLOAN (Producer), Baby Keem, Kendrick Lamar, Scott Bridgeway & Ricky Polo
- Who mixed the song
Range Brothers song lyrics mixing Engineer by James Hunt
- Who is the recording engineer credited for this track?
Range Brothers lyrics recording Engineer is James Hunt & Johnny Kosich
- Who worked on the mastering of the song?
Range Brothers lyrics song mastering engineer is Nicolas de Porcel
- Who performed the lead vocals in the song?
The Range Brothers track vocalist is Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar
