Kendrick Lamar, Bilal, Anna Wise - Institutionalized lyrics

What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full
Definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I
Ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back
For a visit, hol' up
Get it back
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and
I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill
Me a nigga, so what?

If I was the president
I'd pay my mama's rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Whoever thought?
Master, take the chains off me!

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom zoom, zoom, zoom, shit

Life, to me, like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin'
That's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style
You're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the
Rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit
You know the obvious me, scholarship? No
Streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me
Now follow this i'll tell you my hypothesis
I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you
My niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually
You're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took
You to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artistses
Like they're harvestses
So many Rollies around you and
You want all of 'em
Somebody told me you thinkin'
'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my
Grandmama said to me:

"Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Oh now, slow down"

And once upon a time, in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton
There stood a little nigga
He was five-foot somethin', God bless the kid
Took his homies to the show and
This is what they said:

"Fuck am I 'posed to do when
I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout
The mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passport
Presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models
Givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him
Quickly because he got it it's a recession
Then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my four-four
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot 'fore
This pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on
The TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once
That watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin'
It back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards"
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She said

"Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get
Up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Oh now, slow down"

And once upon a time, in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton
There stood a little nigga
He was five-foot something
Dazed and confused talented but still under
The neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood
But you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money
Stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous fuck you, goodnight
Thank you much for your service