Letra de 'Rich Spirit' de Kendrick Lamar

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
72 ways, lost 10, ballin' with the flu
More than two M's for a show, but add another two
Lil' Man-Man, the big mans
The GT diamond flippin' the kickstand, oh

Rich nigga, 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

Ayy, 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 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

Rich nigga, 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

Ayy, 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 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
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

Ayy, 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