[Intro]
He hasn’t slept in probably, uh, seven days
[Chorus]
Yeah, these hoes might get naked
Mad at myself, I ain’t make it
Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah)
African-Americans and Blasians
Maybe a little bit Haitian
Baby Keem way too impatient (Woo)
Wait a minute, run that shit back, that new Baby Keem, fool
Yeah, these hoes might get naked
Mad at myself, I ain’t make it
Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah)
African-Americans and Blasians
Maybe a little bit Haitian
Baby Keem way too impatient
[Verse]
My bitch at the crib, she blowin’ me up
I know she don’t want me to be here
Had thoughts about havin’ a civil relationship
But that can’t happen if she here (She here)
Overseas, I need emergencies (Emergencies)
Overseas, I need emergencies (Emergencies)
I used to be at my mama house dreamin’ the SVR racin’ through quarantine
I’m fresh out the gut, you never believe it
I feel like the ‘hood prima donna
I slid on these opp in a Honda
Then jumped off the stage at The Fonda (Uh)
My manager yellin’ at me, I called her, “Dramatic”
I think that I’ll let her have it
I got my ear to the back of them, back of them streets
Unbearable habits
My name is Hykeem and I move through the building as if I was destined to grasp it
I’m dodgin’ the drugs but havin’ the women ’cause I am the son of a n—
I took all my hoes to Aspen
Fuckin’ all night need an Asprin
Bitch, I am the one, who you askin’?
[Chorus]
Yeah, these hoes might get naked
Mad at myself, I ain’t make it
Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah)
African-Americans and Blasians
Maybe a little bit Haitian
Baby Keem way too impatient
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