Kendrick Lamar - Rich Spirit lyrics

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
And celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool
I'm a good man, shake your hand
Firm grip rule seventy-two wins, lost ten
Ballin' with the flu
More than two M's for a show
But add another two
Hmm, lil' Man-Man, the big mans
The GT Dyno flippin' the kickstand, ooh

Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong
(O oh) stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (O oh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh
(O oh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh

The morality can wait, feedback
On low latency, i'm glitching 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 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
(O oh)

Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong
(O oh) stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (O oh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh
(O oh)
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, dum
Dun-duh-duh, duh, duh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun

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
Lackin' 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 claimin' not cute, I'm mortified
The new Earth in hot pursuit
Two hundred lives

Rich nigga, broke phone (Ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong
(O oh) stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I
Turn you to a song (O oh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (Ah)
Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh
(O oh)
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, dum
Dun-duh-duh, duh, duh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun