Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Institutionalized , by - Kendrick Lamar. Release date: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Institutionalized |
| 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 |
| Who ever thought? |
| Master take the chains off me |
| Life can be 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 |
| A dream’s 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 would 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 the fuckin' BET Awards |
| You lookin' at artists like the harvests |
| So many Rollies around you and you want all of them |
| Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry |
| I should’ve listened what my grandmama said to me |
| Shit don’t change until you get up and wash your ass nigga |
| Shit don’t change until you get up and wash your ass |
| Shit don’t change until you get up and wash your 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 5 foot something, God bless the kid |
| Took his homie to the show and this is what they said |
| What I’m s’posed to do when I’m lookin' at walkin' licks? |
| The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips |
| The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor |
| Gold bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for |
| Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this? |
| One more suck away from wavin' flashy wrist |
| My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it |
| It’s the recession, then why the fuck he in King of Diamonds? |
| No more livin' poor, meet my .44 |
| 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 for 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… |
| And once upon a time in a city so divine |
| Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga |
| He was 5 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 |