range brothers (with Kendrick Lamar)

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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

Got that government Louis and two juice up to my humor It's a lot of bitches that they send home in that Uber I have profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors I been tucked away dodgin' bloodsuckin' 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 unleaded Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you not ready They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prude

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 not, they not, they not fool

I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my role A Turnin' down tops on 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 poor added nigga You can ask my mama, we a poor added nigga I was raised in the project, we could go at it, nigga I can't waste no time on a co-added nigga Bro code, me and dad countin' through seven figures Raised around bottles and dope fiends On the high seas since the day I turned sixteen 747, I'm starin' at plane wings Prayin' the Lord 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 unleaded Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you not ready They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prude

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 not, they not, they not fool -Everybody wanna be great, but the work don't relate And the life be mistaken, 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 kids, 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 heart came broken Head to the ground when I walked in school Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive Granny, I ain't wanna vibe by the rules I just hillside with a vibe, it's boom

Fuck that, boo, man, let me get some too Life ain't always about your name in they mouth And the cars and the clothes and the jewels Every lil' bitch that's born lookin' like soft porn Only meant for your ego to bruise Bet when the hoes get bored and the points they score You gon' live in this world confused Every day the hate -restored and the fate get shorter -Fuck that, let me get some too Nigga, my livelihood was understood That the roof I'm in not booed Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge Team wanna share that hope, bro, move Nigga want face, need this '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 -What's up?

Rollie gang, Rollie gang, -Rollie gang -DG link, 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 -Waynes -We're not the Waynes

Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same -She's Baby Keem -I'm with my Rover brother and we're -runnin' game -Ayy, 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