Rich Spirit Song Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar
Takin’ my baby to school, then I pray for her‘Cause you bitches ain’t never been cool, writin’ testamentPaintin’ pictures, put me in the Louvre, that’s a definiteUniversal shift, I’m in a grooveAnd celebrity do not mean integrity, you foolI’m a good man, shakin’ hand, firm grip ruleSeventy-two ways, lost ten, ballin’ with the fluMore than two M’s for a show, but add another two, hmmLil’ Man-Man, the big mans, the GT diamond flippin’ the kickstand, ooh
Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)Tryna keep the balance, I’m stayin’ strong (ooh)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (yeah)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (ooh)Ayy, bitch, I’m attractive (ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh (ooh)Bitch, I’m attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh
The morality can waitFeedback on low latencyI’m glitching from the face as my thoughts grow sacredlyI’m runnin’ out of space, ask Whitney, she okayNever mind a hunnid K, why you lyin’ on Benjamin?He turnin’ in his graveI’d be lyin’ if I said I wouldn’t give this shit awayThe aloof Buddha, I’m Christ with a shooterPraise to Muhammad, I might nigga noose yaAP, Michael Friedman, my friends coolerPrimary, so the resale value stupidI would never live my life on the computerIG’ll get you life for a chikabooyaMore power to ya, love ’em from a distanceWhy you always in the mirror more than the bitches?And my cousin tried to sue me like he got the privilegeBut I didn’t lose sleep ’cause I got the spirit, ayy (ooh)
Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)Tryna keep the balance, I’m stayin’ strong (ooh)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (yeah)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (ooh)Ayy, bitch, I’m attractive (ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh (ooh)Bitch, I’m attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dumDun-duh-duh, duh, duhDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun
Frat brother, real nigga, that brotherWe just upped the score, give me dap, brotherSpirit medium, I don’t rap, brotherWe headed there now, are you strapped brother?Ayy, peacemaker, but I’m not naïve, brotherAyy, gotta watch your homies and police, brotherAyy, clout chasing hell of a disease, brotherI’m fasting four days out the week, brotherI pray to God that you realize the entourage is deadI pray to God that you not lackin’ when you off the medsI pray to God she know them Cabo trips don’t last foreverBet she argue with her mama, go and get them kidsI pray to God you actually pray when somebody diesThoughts and prayers, way better off timelinesFalse claimin’ not cute, I’m mortifiedThe new Earth in hot pursuit, two-hundred lives
Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)Tryna keep the balance, I’m stayin’ strong (ooh)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (yeah)Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song (ooh)Ayy, bitch, I’m attractive (ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh (ooh)Bitch, I’m attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)Can’t fuck with you no more, I’m fastin’, ugh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dumDun-duh-duh, duh, duhDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dunDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dumDun-duh-duh, duh, duhDun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun