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conversations.value: Write me a song called ​range brothers with the following description: On “range brothers,” Baby Keem reunites with his cousin, Kendrick Lamar, to discuss numerous topics, including the financial success that comes with fame along with their tough upbringings, sexual prowess, and criticisms of disloyalty.
  Like their first official collaboration, “family ties,” this track has multiple parts, which are marked by beat switches and shifts in their flows and cadences.
  The track was initially leaked on September 8, 2021, two days prior to its official release. Lamar’s chorus on the third part of the song quickly became a viral meme. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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 B
  aby 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