Kendrick Lamar Rich Spirit Lyrics
Taking my baby to school, then I pray for her
‘Cause you bitches ain’t never been cool writing testament
Painting pictures, put me in the Louvre
That’s a definite universal shift, I’m in a groove
A celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool
I’m a good man, shake your hand, firm grip rule
Seventy-two ways, lost ten ballin’ with the flu
More than two Ms, fasho, but add another two
Lil’ man-man the big mans, the GT diamond flippin’ the kickstand
Rich n****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I’m staying strong
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song
Aye, bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting
Bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting
The morality can wait
Feedback, I’m low latency
I’m glitching from the face as my thoughts grow sacredly
I’m running out of space, ask Whitney she okay
Never mind 100K, why you lyin’ on Benjamin?
He turnin’ in his grave
I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t give this shit away
The aloof Buddha, I’m Christ with a shoota
Praise to Muhammad, I might n**** news you
AP Michael Freeman, my friends cooler
Primary so the resale value stupid
I would never live my life on a computer
IG’ll get you life for a chickabooya
More power to ya, love ’em from a distance
Why you always in the mirror more than the bitches?
And my cousin tried to sue me like he got the privilege
But I didn’t lose sleep ’cause I got the spirit, aye
Rich n****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I’m staying strong
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore’ I turn you to a song
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore’ I turn you to a song
Aye, bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting
Bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting
Frat brother, real n****, that brother
We just left the score, give me dap, brother
Spirit medium, I don’t rap, brother
We headed there now, are you strapped, brother?
Peace maker but I’m not naive, brother
Gotta watch your homies and police, brother
Clout chasing hell of a disease, brother
I’m fasting four days out the week, brother
I pray to God that you realize the entourage is dead
I pray to God that you not lackin’ when you off the meds
I pray to God she know them Cabo trips don’t last forever
Bitch’ll argue with her momma, go and get them kids
I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies
Thoughts and prayers way better off timelines
False claiming not cute, I’m mortified
The new earth in high pursuit, two hundred lives
Rich n****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I’m staying strong
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song
Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song
Aye, bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting
Bitch, I’m attractive
Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fasting