(brooding hip hop music) ♪ 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 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'
bloo
d suckin' maneuvers ♪ (woman vocalizing) ♪ 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, 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, chea, they're
not, chea, they're not bo
ol ♪ ♪ I be wanna see me whole
gang on TV, PG my Rollie ♪ ♪ Turnin' down tops and 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 whore 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 wait no time
on a co-edded, nigga ♪ ♪ Bro code, me and Dave
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 ♪ ♪ Aye, 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, 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 h
ide 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 word don't relate ♪ ♪ And the life be mistakin'
the truth, nigga ♪ ♪ I remember bankin'
with Chase like 400K ♪ ♪ 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 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, 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 lookin' 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, whoa ♪
♪ 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 hoe, bro, move ♪ ♪ Nigga wanna fake snea
k 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, aye ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Lik
e 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 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 Baby Keem ♪ ♪ I'm with my Rover brother
and we're runnin' game ♪ ♪ A 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 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, 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 ♪
Comments
TOP OF THE MORNIN’ 🎩
(He's Baby Keem)
Kendrick has proved everything he had to prove over the course of his career. Now bro just doing side quests and having fun with it and I love that for him
"I need a girlfriend" Damn that bar hit hard 💀
top of the morning top of the morning top of the morning top of the morning
Kendrick's adlibs are fucking hilarious. "She's Hot" "He's Baby Keem" They had to be dying laughing while recording this
WE MAKIN IT TO THE POT O’ GOLD WITH THIS ONE🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥
this 808 pattern is wild asf but it fits so well with the flow and the rest of the drums it's fucking genius, why is no1 talking about it
TOP OF DA MORNIN TOP OF DA MORNIN TOP OF DA MORNIN TOP OF DA MORNIN Stuck in my head 😭😭😭
When Baby Keem said "we're not the same," I had no idea what he was talking about. Thankfully, Kendrick cleared it up with, "he's Baby Keem"
This is 4 songs in one 0:00 Keem Intro 1:02 Keem Reprise 2:54 Kendrick/Keem Cypher 3:57 Kendrick/Keem Outro/Intro
The beat / instrumental starting at 1:02 sounds like something you’ll hear during a Final Fantasy Boss Fight
Kendrick: Top o’ the morning Jacksepticeye: This Lad spitting
Best adlibs I’ve ever heard “SHES HOT” “HE BABYKEEM” “A RANGE ROVER “
As an irishman im proud to hear kendrick understand and present culture 🍀
3:49 top of the mornin
Keem: singing his heart out Kendrick: auditory shitpost
I die each time I hear Keem say “We’re not the same” and Kendrick clarifying “He’s Baby Keem”
1:01 instrumental go crazy HARD and Keems and K Dot's flow is Insane !!!!
This song was not taken serious and I love it