@@IkenFister his flow is very unique and he does a lot with his vocals and while he doenst create the beats himself that doesn’t mean he has no creative input over them.
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' blood suckin' maneuvers 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 bool 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 7-47, I'm starin' at plane wings Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy) 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, they're not, 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 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 And he get some too I remember roaches, mama 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 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, woo) 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 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?) 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 under 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
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' blood suckin' maneuvers 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 bool 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 7-47, I'm starin' at plane wings Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy) 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, they're not, 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 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 And he get some too I remember roaches, mama 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 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, woo) 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 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?) 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 under 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
Bruh this beat is fire af
hey hey yo yo
baby keem fuckin ruined it but it was fire 😭😭😭
This is insane baby keem is shaping up to be one of the most innovative artists in his generation of hip hop
How is he innovative? He doesn't make or choose the beats, and his flow and lyrics are as generic as any other mainstream artists from. What I hear.
@@IkenFister his flow is very unique and he does a lot with his vocals and while he doenst create the beats himself that doesn’t mean he has no creative input over them.
@@yeah-sn7jv fair point. I need to hear more from him.
@@IkenFister thanks for being open minded and hearing me out
@@yeah-sn7jv im pretty sure he actually does help make the beats but I'm pretty sure he was more involved in making the die for my Bitch beats
Bro that orchestra melody so fucking hard
The first beat gave me chills 🔥💪🏾
This some cutting edge ish right here
Top 🔝 of the morning 🌄
Top of the morning
@@husslewestbrook4813 Top of the morning
Top of the morning
@@syn3269 top of the morning
Top 'o' the mornin 🎩
0:59 onwards is villain theme song energy
This beat is soooo fire 🔥
The drums are ridiculous
0:59 my goodness the 808s are spazzing out 🤮🤧🔥🔥
Oh lawdy lawdy lawd♥️🔥🔥
This is a beat battle beat forsurreeeeeeeeeeeee great remake 🐐 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
this beat go crazy
already? dang, keep up the work
Thanks brother just subbed
Lmaoo Ed music 😂
1st beat a migos type beat fs
1st beat Deko type steez ❤️
second is meek mill
Sick ass beat
Remove the top of the morning part this is the best instrumental to come out in 2021
Damn… sub earned
Yea buddy murked this bih
Let's get this shiii
Top o' the morning 😔↘🎩
1:39
best part
SHEEEEESH. TOP O DA MORNIN FRFR!!
The STRIIIIINGS😩
how did you do this
3:59
Can you very faintly hear Kendrick in the back
@@kentuckybruce6816 yeah
Worst part of the song
Damn first half of that beat goes dummy 🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥
I hope Kendrick album like the first beat and the last with top of morning
how do u get the 808 to do that?
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' blood suckin' maneuvers
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 bool
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
7-47, I'm starin' at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)
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, they're not, 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 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
And he get some too
I remember roaches, mama 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
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, woo)
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
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?)
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 under 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
This one hard to freestyle on frfr
This song be making me go fuckn STUPID at the gym.
ong ^ sö Fast💥- glooks b🙏🏾
WHAT DID THEY SAMPLE AT 00:59
I also need to know
×1.25 is good
@3:56
Whats the BPM
Keem should cut out the first bit. Its just filler for the banger that about to take place @ 0:59
honestly the anticipation makes it better for when it does finally drop
@@2highagain For real, the built up is great
1st bit goes hard too
whats the point of remaking the whole thing if youre gonna make up your own 808 pattern
this is probably the worst beat of all time in hip hop
Bro why you say that
Bro probably likes Cardi B beats
You when you're wrong
This is the Best Beat of all Time
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' blood suckin' maneuvers
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 bool
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
7-47, I'm starin' at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)
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, they're not, 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 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
And he get some too
I remember roaches, mama 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
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, woo)
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
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?)
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 under 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
💯💯💯
3:55