range brothers (Explicit)

Bad b***h 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 humor
It's a lot of b***hes that they sent home in their Uber
Uh high-profile n***as in my circle dodgin' rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' bless duckin' maneuvers
Huh okay you 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 you say you not ready
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
I be wanna see me whole gang on TV pg my Rollie
Turnin' out tops and the tall b***hes
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' n***a I just go at it n***a
I'm a w***e at it n***a
You could ask my mama we poetic n***a
I was raised in the projects we could go at it n***a
I can't waste no time on a co-edded n***a
Bro-code me an' Dad count through seven figures
Raised around bottles and d**e fiends
On a high 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 you 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 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
Everybody wanna be great but the work don't relate him to life
Be mistakin' the truth n***a
I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K
Starin' at it I don't know what to do n***a
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
And he get some too
I remember roaches momma lost focus
I was at home no lights no food
Heard that the joke is Hykeem 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
F**k 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
Every lil' b***h that's born looking like soft porn
Only meant for your ego to bruise
Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
You gone live in this world confused
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
F**k that let me get some too
N***a my livelihood was understood
That the roof I'm in not bool
N***a the shoes I fill are huge
Keem wanna share that ho Bro move
N***a wanna fake sneak diss
'Cause I f**ked his b***h 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 s**t let's get this s**t
Let's get this s**t 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 s**t let's get this s**t
Let's get this s**t let's hmm like what these n***as on like
Ain't s**t changed still f**kin' and rappin'
Two bad b***hes here Cartier glasses huh
Her friend got pornography habits give me that b***h 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
B***h 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 n***a believe it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me is he Jesus
Let's get this s**t let's get this s**t
Let's get this s**t 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 s**t let's get this s**t
Let's get this s**t let's hmm