Rich Spirit Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar

• Artist Kendrick Lamar
• Title Rich Spirit
• Album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Takin' my baby to school, then I pray for her
'Cause you bitches ain't never been cool, writin' testament
Paintin' 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 M's, for sure, but add another two
Lil' Man-Man, the big mans, the GT diamond flippin' the kickstand
Rich ****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' 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 fastin', ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh
The morality can wait
Feedback on low latency
I'm glitchin' from the face as my thoughts grow sacredly
I'm runnin' out of space, ask Whitney, she okay
Never mind a hundred K
Why you lyin' on Benjamin? He turnin' in his grave
I'd be lyin' if I said I wouldn't give this shit away
The aloof Buddha, I'm Christ with a shoota
Praise to Muhammad, I might **** news ya
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 chikabooya
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 ****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' 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 fastin', ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh
Frat brother, real ****, that brother
We just upped the score, give me dap, brother
Spirit medium, I don't rap, brother
We headed there now, are you strapped, brother?
Aye, peace maker but I'm not naive, brother
Aye, gotta watch your homies and police, brother
Aye, clout chasin' hell of a disease, brother
I'm fastin' 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 mama, go and get them kids
I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies
Thoughts and prayers way better off timelines
False claimin' not cute, I'm mortified
The new Earth in high pursuit, two hundred lives
Rich ****, broke phone
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' 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 fastin', ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh