In a long-awaited musical convergence, the cousins Baby Keem and Kendrick Lamar come together for their inaugural official collaboration titled “Family Ties.” This joint effort follows months of synergy under the pgLang banner, a creative platform co-founded by Kendrick Lamar and Dave Free. The track, originally known as “Jump 2,” emerges as a modern moshpit anthem that has now etched its place in the annals of classic musical collaborations.
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The saga of “Family Ties” began to unfold back in March 2020, within a tantalizing video teaser that introduced the world to pgLang. This platform was conceptualized by Kendrick Lamar and Dave Free as a means to champion artistic expression across various forms of media. Within this context, Baby Keem emerged as the premier artist to collaborate with Kendrick, serving as a fitting harbinger of the creative synergy that was to follow.
Take a brief pause to reintroduce ourselves to the lyrics of a notable track from his repertoire, titled “Family Ties.”
Baby Keem – Family Ties Ft Kendrick Lamar LYRICS
[Part I]
[Intro: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, Hah), summon that bitch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that bitch
Hittin’ that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that bitch
Cum in that bitch (Ho), drummin’ that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin’ that bitch (Yeah)
[Verse: Baby Keem]
Choppa doin’ circles, it’s a Bird, Bird
Take him to the party, he’s a nerd (Pop out)
I ain’t seen niggas hit corners in the motherfuckin’ ‘burbs, huh (Pop out)
Done politickin’ with the competition, what’s the word? (Yeah)
Put that on my mama, nigga, eight in the process
Niggas tryna tippy-toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What’s the pros and the cons of this next check?
Wasn’t nobody ’round, I was independent
In the ’90s, sittin’ bum with the windows tinted
Heard a bum got a strap in the party
Who the fuck let this **** in the party?
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, beat ’em up, beat ’em up (Ah)
I was seein’ double in the projects
Mad at myself, learned to put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And niggas wanna play both sides
It’s a red dot, don’t get on the wrong red eye
It’s a headshot, Damien Kane, woo, them guys
Fuck around and bury two of them guys
I’m OD in Paris, I’m OD in France
I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil’ dance
I’m fuckin’ the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swervin’ through rumors
Avoidin’ the trends and duckin’ the hoes
I’m duckin’ the loonies that come with the shows
I’m grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most niggas fold
I tell you my past, that shit don’t get old
But how could you ask like I don’t be writin’ my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I’m at, ho
[Part II]
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Smokin’ on your top five tonight, tonight
Yeah, I’m smokin’ on your, what’s his name, tonight, tonight
Smokin’ on you, shores, ain’t two-nine, yeah, two
[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don’t you address me unless it’s with four letters
I thought you’d known better
I been duckin’ the pandemic, I been—, social gimmicks
I been duckin’ the overnight activists, yeah
I’m not a trending topic, I’m a—
Hold on, y’all niggas playin’ with me, man
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don’t you address me unless it’s with four letters
Bitch, I thought you’d known better
I been duckin’ the pandemic, I been duckin’ the social gimmicks
I been duckin’ the overnight activists, yeah
I’m not a trending topic, I’m a prophet
I answer to Metatron and Gabriel
Bitch, looking for a better me
I am a legacy, I come from the seventy
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
Nigga better get right like the ambulance comin’
Us two ain’t alike, he ain’t been through nothin’
Dave Free got at least one B in the oven
I’m trippin’, I’m juugin’, my mental is amazing, brother
Pop off, only on occasions, brother
Rich nigga, momma know I made it, brother
Go figure, never caught cases, brother
Face it, brother, gracious brother
New flows comin’, be patient, brother
Show my ass and take y’all to class
I can multitask like Megan, brother
2021, I ain’t takin’ no prisoner
Last year, y’all fucked up all the listener
Who went platinum? I call that a visitor
Who the fuck backin’ ’em? All been falsified
The facts mean this a vaccine and the game need me to survive
The Elohim, the rebirth
Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, bitch
Smokin’ on top fives
Motherfuck that album, fuck that single
Burn that hard drive (Burn that shit)
Ain’t nobody safe
When I come, I’m killin’ everybody that’s outside (Who you with?)
Yeah, Kanye changed his life
But me, I’m still an old-school Gemini (Lil’ bitch)
Let me jump in this bitch
