More songs by Kendrick Lamar
Description
Producer: Sounwave
Producer, Programmer: Dahi
Programmer, Producer: Frano
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Mixing Second Engineer: Anthony Vilchis
Mixing Second Engineer: Trey Station
Mixing Second Engineer: Zach Pereyra
Composer Lyricist, Rapvocalist: Kendrick Lamar
Additionalvocalist, Composer Lyricist: Sam Dew
A& R: Brock Korsan
Aand Rcoordinator: Juanita "Niya" Morton for pgLang
A& R: Kevin Rodriguez for pgLang
Engineer: Johnathan Turner
Recording Second Engineer: Andrew Boyd
Mastering Engineer: Michelle Mancini
Engineer: Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Composer Lyricist: M. Spears
Composer Lyricist: D. Natche
Composer Lyricist: Frano Huett
Composer Lyricist: Jahaan Sweet
Lyrics and translation
Original
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 the groove A celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool
I'm a good man, shake your hand, firm grip rule Seventy-two wins, lost ten, balling with the flu More than two M's for a show, but add another two, ooh Lil' man-man, the big man's a GT Dino flipping the kickstand, ooh Rich nigga, broke phone Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
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 when is 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 get his shit awake The aloof Buddha, I'm Christ with a shooter
Praise to Muhammad, I might nigga lose ya AP, Michael Friedman, my friend's cooler
Primary sold a resale, fight stupid I would never live my life on a computer
IG'll get you life 'fore a chick'll boo ya 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
Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Frat brother, real nigga, that brother We just up the score, give me dap, brother
Spirit medium on 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 hella for 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 Bitch'll argue with her mama, 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 Rich nigga, broke phone
Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
English translation
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 the groove A celebrity do not mean integrity, you fool
I'm a good man, shake your hand, firm grip rule Seventy-two wins, lost ten, balling with the flu More than two M's for a show, but add another two, ooh Lil' man-man, the big man's a GT Dino flipping the kickstand, ooh Rich nigga, broke phone Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
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 when is 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 get his shit awake The aloof Buddha, I'm Christ with a shooter
Praise to Muhammad, I might nigga lose ya AP, Michael Friedman, my friend's cooler
Primary sold a resale, fight stupid I would never live my life on a computer
IG'll get you life 'fore a chick'll boo ya 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
Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Frat brother, real nigga, that brother We just up the score, give me dap, brother
Spirit medium on 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 hella for 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 Bitch'll argue with her mama, 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 Rich nigga, broke phone
Trying to keep the balance, I'm staying strong Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Stop playing with me 'fore I turn you to a song Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh
Bitch, I'm attractive Can't fuck with you no more, I'm fasting, ugh