作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet 作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet [Part I] [Verse 1: 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 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 rumors I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers [Chorus: Baby Keem] Huh, okay, you say you not ready Okay, okay, comin' in heavy Okay, yhey 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 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, they're not, they're not bool [Verse 2: 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 poetin' 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 co-edded, 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 Prayin' the Lord's seen Grandma prayin' for me (yy) [Chorus: Baby Keem] Huh, okay, you say you not ready Okay, okay, comin' in heavy Okay, yhey 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 [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' with Chase 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 won't abide by the rules I shall reside with advisers to boom **** 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 gone live in this world confused ('Fused, wooh) Every day the hate restored and the faith get short **** 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? Br, move Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy [Part II] [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, 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' Hol' 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 ****in' 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 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' games (They Range Rover) Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf Overseas, tidier 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? [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] Let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, 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' Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet [00:00.141] 作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet [00:00.283][Part I] [00:10.486][Verse 1: Baby Keem] [00:17.022]Bad bitch, pardon me, I say "What's up? [00:20.114]Educated so I put her in the cut [00:23.575]I need a girlfriend [00:27.149]I need a girlfriend [00:31.333]Two hoes and I think I did too much [00:34.696]I got two phones and I don't know who to trust [00:38.397]I need a girlfriend [00:42.165]I need a girlfriend [00:46.074]Bet that girlfriend lonely introduce her to my hombre [00:49.679]That's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their ombré [00:53.372]A high profile niggas in my circle dodging rumors [00:57.138]I been tucked away dodgin' bless, duckin' maneuvers [01:00.191][Chorus: Baby Keem] [01:08.341]Huh, okay, you say you not ready [01:19.066]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy [01:21.141]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty [01:23.046]Okay, okay [01:25.448]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady [01:27.259]Okay, okay, hold the confetti [01:29.236]Okay, okay, just say you not ready [01:31.230]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes [01:37.441]You cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through it [01:41.433]You ain't stand up on your word, thеn you's a fool [01:45.365]They're not, they're not, they're not bool [01:48.586][Verse 2: Baby Keem] [01:49.501]I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie [01:51.917]Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches [01:54.152]That remind me of the old days [01:56.666]Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass [01:58.452]What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh [02:00.599]I'm a young poetin' nigga, I just go at it, nigga [02:02.841]I'm a whore at it, nigga [02:04.083]You could ask my momma, we poetic, nigga [02:05.851]I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga [02:07.941]I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga [02:09.984]Bro-code, me an' Dad can't do seven figures [02:11.938]Raised around bottles and dope fiends [02:13.764]On a high since the day I turned sixteen [02:15.590]Seven-fourty-seven, I'm staring at plane wings [02:17.544]Prayin' the Lord's seen [02:18.575]Grandma prayin' for me (yy) [02:20.249][Chorus: Baby Keem] [02:21.946]Huh, okay, you say you not ready [02:23.186]Okay, okay, comin' in heavy [02:25.173]Okay, yhey ain't in shape, I'm petty [02:27.067]Okay, okay [02:28.144]Okay, y'all be on E, un-leady [02:30.987]Okay, okay, hold the confetti [02:33.078]Okay, okay, just say you not ready [02:34.955]They wanna bite the hand that try to feed 'em, prudes [02:41.477]You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it [02:45.385]You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool [02:49.217]They're not, they're not, they're not bool [02:52.315][Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem] [02:52.557]Everybody wanna be great but the word don't relate him to life be mistakin' the truth, nigga [02:56.015]I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K, starin' at it I don't know what to do, nigga [03:00.285]Now I look at money like a resource, every contract gotta put my kid's family in school [03:04.140]Health and wealth, goin' deep for it do right for my next life [03:06.922]An' he get some too [03:08.239]I remember roaches [03:09.572]Momma lost focus [03:10.176]I was at home, no lights, no food [03:12.148]Heard that the joke is how Keem broken [03:13.991]Head to the ground when I walk in school [03:16.117]Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive [03:18.143]Granny, I won't abide by the rules [03:20.227]I shall reside with advisers to boom [03:22.136]**** that, Booman, let me get some too [03:24.102]Life ain't always about your name in they mouth [03:26.473]And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (Jewels, oh) [03:28.077]Every lil bitch that's born looking like soft porn [03:30.438]Only meant for your ego to bruise (Bruise, oh) [03:32.151]Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score [03:34.513]You gone live in this world confused ('Fused, wooh) [03:36.178]Every day the hate restored and the faith get short [03:38.470]**** that, let me get some too [03:40.088]Nigga, my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not boo [03:43.933]Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge [03:46.136]Keem, wanna share that hoe? Br, move [03:48.106]Nigga wanna fake sneak diss cause I ****ed his bitch [03:50.356]In a black hatchback out front in a place where the heart don't match [03:53.480]Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy [03:55.718][Part II] [03:56.723][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] [03:56.966]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit [03:58.098]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm [04:00.509]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin' [04:02.576]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin' [04:05.267]Top o' the mornin' [04:06.764]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit [04:08.934]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (Like what these niggas on, like?) [04:13.414][Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar] [04:14.053]Ain't shit changed, still ****in' and rappin' [04:15.392]Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh [04:17.280]Her friend got pornography habits (Give me that bitch, but sir) [04:22.168]Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool) [04:25.773]Hundred thousand on her, she know she game (She's hot) [04:29.306]Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang) [04:32.864]Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (We're not the Wayans) [04:36.453]Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (He's Baby Keem) [04:39.874]I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' games (They Range Rover) [04:43.335]Whippin' rubber bands on the meat loaf [04:46.532]Overseas, tidier for me 'fore I get home [04:49.809]Take one, take two, take three, heave it [04:53.286]Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it [04:56.902]Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus? [05:00.464][Refrain: Kendrick Lamar] [05:01.609]Let's get this shit, let's get this shit [05:03.034]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm [05:05.204]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin' [05:07.560]Top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin', top o' the mornin' [05:10.387]Top o' the mornin' [05:11.710]Hol' on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit [05:13.670]Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
