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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 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 rumours I been tucked away dodging bless, I can manoeuvres Huh, okay, you say I'm not ready Okay, okay, I'm comin' in heavy They ain't in shape, I'm petty Okay, okay Okay y'all beyond me I'm [?] Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you're not ready They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudеs You cannot hide behind the shadеs I see right through it You ain't stand up on you're word, then you's a fool They're not, they're not, they're not, fool I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie SongtexteTurnin' out tops and the tall bitches That remind me of the old days Sneakin' in hoes with the back stage pass What they all in, huh, for the poet? I'm a young poeting, 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 coeded, 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 I'm praying the Lord's seen Grandma prayin' for me (Ey) Huh, okay, just say you're not ready Okay, okay, I'm comin' in heavy Okay, I'm staying' in shape, I'm petty Okay, okay Okay, y'all be on E, unleady Okay, okay, hold the confetti Okay, okay, just say you're 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 you're word, then you is a fool They're not, they're not, they're not, fool [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem] Everybody wanna be great but the word don't relate him to life be mistakin' the truth, nigga I remember bankin' we chased 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 wanna 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, uh) Every lil bitch that's born looking like soft porn Only meant for your ego to bruise (Bruise, uh) Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score You gone live in this world confused (Fused, uh) 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 boo Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge Keem wanna share that hoe? bro move Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I fucked his bitch In a black hatch-back out front in a place where 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, lets, 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' Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, lets, 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 game (She's hot) Rover gang, rover gang, rover gang (Rover gang) Range brothers out the roof We're not the Wangs (We're not the Wangs) 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 running games (They Range Rover) Whipping rubber bands on the meat loaf Over seas tidier for me, 'fore I get home Take one, take two, take three, heave it Stop hidin' comments on 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, lets, 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' Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, lets, hmm Aus Songtexte Mania