Rich Spirit Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar | Official Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Rich Spirit is the seventh track on Kendrick Lamar's "Mr Morale & The Big Steppers" album, read the official lyrics to 'Rich Spirit' below. Rich Spirit was produced by Sounwave, DJ Dahi and Frano.

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Kendrick Lamar - Rich Spirit Lyrics

Verse 1
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
And celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool
I'm a good man, shake your hand, firm grip rule
Seventy-two ways, lost ten, balling with the flu
More than two M's for a show, but add another two
Hmm, lil' Man-Man, the big mans
The GT diamond flipping the kickstand, ooh

Chorus
Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm staying strong (Ooh)
Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)
Stop playing 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 fasting, ugh (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh

Verse 2
The morality can wait, feedback on 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 a hundred K
Why you lying on Benjamin? He turning 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 shooter
Praise to Muhammad, I might nigga noose ya
AP, Michael Friedman, 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, ayy (Ooh)

Chorus
Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm staying strong (Ooh)
Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)
Stop playing 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 fasting, ugh (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh

Interlude
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dum
Dun-duh-duh, duh, duh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun

Verse 3
Frat brother, real nigga, 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?
Ayy, peacemaker, but I'm not naive, brother
Ayy, gotta watch your homies and police, brother
Ayy, 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 lacking when you off the meds
I pray to God she know them Cabo trips don't last forever
Bet she 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 hot pursuit, two-hundred lives

Chorus
Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm staying strong (Ooh)
Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song (Yeah)
Stop playing 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 fasting, ugh (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh

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