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Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers Album Lyrics



Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers Lyrics






United in Grief

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime
(Tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth)
I hope you find some paradise
(Tell them, tell 'em the truth, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em your)
I've been goin' through somethin'
One thousand, eight hundred and fifty-five days
I've been goin' through somethin'
Be afraid

What is a bitch in a miniskirt?
A man in his feelings with bitter nerve
What is a woman that really hurt?
A demon, you're better off killin' her
What is a relative makin' repetitive narratives on how you did it first?
That is a predator hit reverse
All of your presidents evil thirst

What is a neighborhood reputable?
That is a snitch on a pedestal
What is a house with a better view?
A family broken invariables
What is a rapper with jewelry?
A way that I show my maturity
What if I call on security?
That mean I'm callin' on God for purity

I went and got me a therapist
I can debate on my theories and sharin' it (whoa)
Consolidate all my comparisons
Humble enough because time was imperative (whoa)
Startin' to feel like it's only one answer to everything
I don't know where it is (whoa)
Poppin' a bottle of Claritin (whoa)
Is it my hate or my arrogance? (whoa)

Shakin' and movin', like, what am I doin'?
I'm flippin' my time through the Rolodex
Indulgin' myself and my life and my music
The world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac
The world that we in is just menacin'
The demons portrayed as religionous
I wake in the mornin', another appointment
I hope the psychologist listenin'

The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?" it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mil' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice
Five hunnid in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
50K to cousins, post a caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive

I grieve different
I grieve different (huh)

I met her on the third night of Chicago
North America tour, my enclave
Fee-fi-fo-fum, she was a model
Dedicated to the songs I wrote in her Bible
Eyes light green penetratin' the moonlight
Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like

Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me
Phone out to ring, but tell the world I'm busy
Fair enough, green eyes said her mother didn't care enough
Sympathize when her daddy in the chain gang
Her first brother got killed, he was twenty-one
I was nine when they put Lamont in the grave
Heartbroken when Estelle didn't say goodbye
Chad left his body after we FaceTimed
Green eyes said you'd be okay, first tour, sex the pain away

I grieve different
I grieve different (huh)

The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?" it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mil' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice
Five hunnid in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
50K to cousins, post a caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive

So what, paralyzed, the county buildin' controlled us
I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once
I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in
I watched Keem buy four cars in four months
You know the family dynamics on repeat
The insecurities locked down on PC

I bought a .223, nobody peace treat
You won't doo-doo me, I smell TNT
Dave bought him a Porsche, so I bought a Porsche
Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions
Poverty was the case, but the money wipin' the tears away

I grieve different
(Everybody grieves different)
(Everybody grieves different)
I grieve different (huh)
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Writer: Duval Kojo Bankole Timothy, Jake Kosich, Jason Kevin Pounds, Johnny Kosich, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Matthew Schaeffer, Sam Dew, Timothy Maxey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




N95

Hello, new world, all the boys and girls
I got some true stories to tell
You're back outside, but they still lied
Whoa, oh, oh, oh (yeah)

Take off the foo-foo
Take off the clout chase
Take off the Wi-Fi
Take off the money phone
Take off the car loan
Take off the flex and the white lies
Take off the weird-ass jewelry
I'ma take ten steps
Then I'm takin' off top five
Take off them fabricated streams
And them microwave memes
It's a real world outside (take that shit off)
Take off your idols
Take off the runway
I take off to Cairo (take that shit off)
Take off to Saint-Tropez
Five day stay, take a quarter mil'
Hell, if I know (take that shit off)
Take off the false flag
Take off perception
Take off the cop with the eye patch (take that shit off)
Take off the unloyal
Take off the unsure
Take off decisions I lack (take it off)
Take off the fake deep
Take off the fake woke
Take off the I'm broke, I care (take it off)
Take off the gossip
Take off the new logic, that if I'm rich, I'm rare (take it off)
Take off the Chanel
Take off the Dolce
Take off the Birkin bag (take it off)
Take all that designer bullshit off
And what do you have? (Bitch)

Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as f*ck
(You out of pocket)
Huh, two ATMs (hah, hah, hah, hah)
You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
Who you think they talk 'bout?
Talk about us (you out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Who you think they copy off? (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Copy off us (get back in pocket)

The world in a panic
The women is stranded
The men on a run
The prophets abandoned
The Lord take advantage
The market is crashin'
The industry wants
Niggas and bitches to sleep in a box
While they makin' a mockery followin' us
This ain't Monopoly
Watchin' for love
This ain't monogamy
Y'all gettin' f*cked
Jumpin' on what the hell is that?
I gotta relax when I feel (huh, facts)
All of my descendants
They come in my sleep and say I am too real (huh, facts)
I'm done with the sensitive takin' it personal
Done with the black and the white
The wrong and the right
You hopin' for change and clericals
I know the feelings that came with burial's cries (bitch)

Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as f*ck
(You out of pocket)
Huh, two ATMs (hah, hah, hah, hah)
You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
Who you think they talk 'bout?
Talk about us (you out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
Who you think they copy off?
Copy off us (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Servin' up a look, dancin' in the drought
Hello to the big stepper, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house, ventin' in the sa-, ahh

Can I vent all my truth?
I got nothin' to lose
I got problems and pools
I can swim in my faith
Camera's movin' whenever I'm movin'
The family suin' whatever I make
Murder is stackin', the president actin'
The government taxin' my funds in the bank
Homies attractin' the feds
When I'm brackin', look at my reaction
My pupils on skates (hold up, hold up)
Let's think about this for a second (let's go)
Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (let's go)
Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go)
Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel
They the only ones relevant? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel
They the only ones relevant? (Let's go)

(Huh, uh, huh)
You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket (this shit hard)
You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it (this shit hard)
You entertainin' old friends when they toxic (this shit hard)
What's your life like? Bullshit and gossip (this shit hard)

What the f*ck is cancel culture, dawg?
Say what I want about you niggas
I'm like Oprah, dawg
I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch
I own it all
Oh, you worried 'bout a critic?
That ain't protocol (bitch)
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Writer: Hykeem Carter, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, M. Spears, Matthew Samuels, Sam Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Worldwide Steppers

Kodak Black, Oklama
Eckhart Tolle
And this here is the big stepper

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch
We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch
Germaphobic, hetero and

I am not for the faint of heart
My genetic build can build multi-universes, the man of God
Playin' "Baby Shark" with my daughter
Watchin' for sharks outside at the same time
Life as a protective father, I'd kill for her
My son Enoch is the part two
When I expire, my children'll make higher valleys
In this present moment, I saw that through
Ask Whitney about my lust addiction
Text messagin' bitches got my thumbs hurt
Set precedent for a new sacreligion
Writer's block for two years, nothin' moved me
Asked God to speak through me, that's what you hear now
The voice of yours truly
Teleport out my own body for comfort
I don't pass judgment, past life regressions keep me in question
Where did I come from? I don't think like I used to
No, I don't blink like I used to
Awkward stares at everybody, see the flesh of man
But still, this man compared to nobody
Yesterday, I prayed to the flowers and trees
Gratification to the powers that be
Synchronization with my energy chakras, the ghost of Dr. Sebi
Paid it forward, cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy
Sciatica nerve pinch, I don't know how to feel
Like the first time I f*cked a white bitch

The first time I f*cked a white bitch
I was sixteen at the Palisades
Fumblin' my grades, I traveled with the team
The apache life, Centennial was like
When Ms. Baker screamed at Doughboy
Mixed that with Purple Rain
They interchanged the seams
Happy just to be out the hood
With all the wealthy kids
Credit cards and family plans
She drove her daddy's Benz
I found out that he was a sheriff
That was a win-win
Because he had locked up Uncle Perry
She paid her daddy's sins
Next time I f*cked a white bitch
Was out in Copenhagen
good kid, m.A.A.d city tour
I flourished on them stages
Whitney asked did I have a problem
I said, "I might be racist"
Ancestors watchin' me f*ck was like retaliation

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch
We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch
Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
Photoshoppin' lies and motives
Hide your eyes, then pose for the pic

What the-

Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers
Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars (woo)
Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies
You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology
Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship?
Objectified so many bitches, I killed their confidence (what the-)
The media's the new religion, you killed the consciousness (what the f*ck?)
Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments (what the f*ck?)
Niggas killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive (what the f*ck?)
If your opinion f*ck 'round and leak, might as well send your will (what the-)
The industry has killed the creators, I'll be the first to say (what the f*ck?)
To each exec', "I'm saving your children," we can't negotiate (what the-)
I caught a couple of bodies myself, slid my community
My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies
Not because the rags in the park had red gradient
But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin'
So what's the difference 'tween your life when hidin' motives?
More fatalities and reality brung you closure
The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to?
Slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch (what the f*ck?)
We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch (what the-)
Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic
Photoshoppin' lies and motives
Hide your eyes, then pose for the pic'
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Writer: Donte Lamar Perkins, Jason Pounds, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Pat Darnell, Samuel Joseph Dew, Vincent Crane
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Die Hard

I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away
I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away

I picked you up when you fell and cut your knee
Told you not to cry and held you close to me

I hope I'm not too late to set my demons straight
I know I made you wait, but how much can you take?
I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see
And if it's up, stay down for me, yeah

Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa puff
Serafina, flame in us
Where I'd be without your love
Rest your wings and trust, I feel you
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (know you feel)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (too deep, ooh)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (deep, know you feel)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (you)

Do you love me? (Okay) do you trust me? (Okay)
Can I trust you? (Okay) don't judge me (okay)
I'ma die hard, it gets ugly (okay)
Too passionate, it gets ugly (okay)
Mmh, ahh
I wonder where I lost my way
Mmh, ahh
Been waiting on your call all day
Tell me you in my corner right now
When I fall short, I'm leaning on you to cry out
We all got enough to lie about
My truth too complicated to hide now
Can I open up? Is it safe or not?
I'm afraid a little, you relate or not?
Have faith a little, I might take my time
Ain't no saving face this time

I hope I'm not too late to set my demons straight
I know I made you wait, but how much can you take?
I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see
And if it's up, stay down for me, yeah

Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa puff
Serafina, flame in us
Where I'd be without your love
Rest your wings and trust, I feel you
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (know you feel)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (too deep, ooh)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (deep, know you feel)
Deep (I know you feeling), deep (you)

I got some regrets (I-I-I-I, yeah, yeah)
But my past won't keep me from my best (I-I-I-I, yeah, yeah)
Subtle mistakes felt like life or death (I-I-I-I, yeah, yeah)
I wanna see the family stronger
I wanna see the money longer
You know that I'd die for you (I picked you up when you fell)
I get emotional about life
The lost ones keepin' me up at night
The world be reminding me it's danger
I still risk it all for a stranger
If I told you who I am, would you use it against me?
Right or wrong, no stone, just love to send me

I hope I'm not too late to set my demons straight
I know I made you wait, but how much can you take?
I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see
And if it's up, stay down for me, yeah

Baby, you make me pray for London
Yeah, 'cause if I won it all without you involved
I guess it's all for nothing
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Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Marvin Eugene Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Father Time

You really need some therapy
Real nigga need no therapy, f*ck you talkin' about?
Nah, nah, you sound stupid as f*ck
Shit, everybody stupid
Yeah, well, you need to talk to someone
Reach out to Eckhart

I come from a generation of home invasions and I got daddy issues, that's on me
Everything them four walls had taught me, made habits bury deep
That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streets
My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see
Daddy issues run across my head, told me, "F*ck a foul"
I'm teary-eyed, wanna throw my hands, I won't think out loud
A foolish pride, if I lose again, won't go in the house
I stayed outside, laughin' with my friends, they don't know my life
Daddy issues made me learn losses, I don't take those well
Mama said, "That boy is exhausted," he said, "Go f*ck yourself
If he give up now, that's gon' cost him, life's a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the margin", I got up quick
I'm chargin' baskets and falling backwards, tryna keep balance
Oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent
Oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice
Tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues

Early mornin' wake ups (ah) practicin' on day-offs (ah)
Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chase
Early mornin' wake ups (ah), practicin' on day-offs (ah, day-offs)
Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser

I got daddy issues, that's on me
Lookin' for, "I love you," rarely empathizin' for my relief
A child that grew accustomed, jumping up when I scraped my knee
'Cause if I cried about it, he'd surely tell me not to be weak
Daddy issues, hid my emotions, never expressed myself
Man should never show feelings, being sensitive never helped
His mama died, I asked him why he goin' back to work so soon?
His first reply was, "Son, that's life, and bills got no silver spoon"
Daddy issues, f*ck everybody, go get your money, son
Protect yourself, trust nobody, only your mama'n'em
This made relationships seem cloudy, never attached to none
So if you took some likings around me, I might reject the love
Daddy issues kept me competitive, that's a fact, nigga
I don't give a f*ck what's the narrative, I am that nigga
When Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confused
Guess I'm not mature as I think, got some healin' to do
Egotistic, zero-given f*cks and to be specific (ah)
Need assistance with the way I was brought up (ah, ah)
What's the difference when your heart is made of stone
And your mind is made of gold
And your tongue is made of sword, but it may weaken your soul?
My niggas ain't got no daddy, grow up overcompensatin'
Learn shit 'bout bein' a man and disguise it as bein' gangsta
I love my father for tellin' me to take off the gloves
'Cause everything he didn't want was everything I was
And to my partners that figured it out without a father
I salute you, may your blessings be neutral to your toddlers
It's crucial, they can't stop us if we see the mistakes
'Til then, let's give the women a break, grown men with daddy issues

Early mornin' wake ups (ah), practicin' on day-offs (ah)
Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)
Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser
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Writer: Daniel Tannenbaum, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Sampha Sisay, Victor Ekpo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Rich (Interlude)

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, shakin' hand, firm grip rule
Seventy-two ways, 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 diamond flippin' the kickstand, ooh

Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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 hunnid 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 the 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 (ooh)

Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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 naïve, 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 mama, 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 (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dum
Dun-duh-duh, duh, duh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Frano Jay Huett, Jahann Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Samuel Joseph Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Rich Spirit

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, shakin' hand, firm grip rule
Seventy-two ways, 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 diamond flippin' the kickstand, ooh

Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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 hunnid 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 the 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 (ooh)

Rich nigga, broke phone (ah)
Tryna keep the balance, I'm stayin' strong (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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 naïve, 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 mama, 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 (ooh)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (yeah)
Stop playin' with me 'fore I turn you to a song (ooh)
Ayy, bitch, I'm attractive (ah)
Can't f*ck with you no more, I'm fastin', ugh (ooh)
Bitch, I'm attractive (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Can't f*ck 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
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, duh, dum
Dun-duh-duh, duh, duh
Dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun-duh, dun
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Writer: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Frano Jay Huett, Jahann Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Samuel Joseph Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




We Cry Together

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like
Nah, f*ck you, nigga (f*ck you, bitch)
(Oh my God, okay)
You got me f*cked up
F*ck you, f*ck you

I swear I'm tired of these emotional-ass
Ungrateful-ass bitches (shut the f*ck up)
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass, dumb bitches
You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could move on with your life (I swear to God)

F*ck you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherf*cker, grow up (man, f*ck you)
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man)
F*ck around on a side bitch, then come f*ckin' up my shit

What? F*ckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit
Bitch, I don't know shit, f*ck yo' feelings

You on some ho shit
See, I don't know why
You like playin' mind games with me (mind games? what? oh, Lord)
Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy (c'mon, dawg)
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass?
Nah, nigga, you f*ckin' lame

You know what? F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
Nah, f*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
Nah, f*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you (f*ck you, f*ck you)
F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you)

Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia

Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? (okay)
I held yo' ass down

You just kept me down, that's a big difference (man)
Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil' dick-ass nigga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this dick though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda found a bigger dick
Bitch, get the f*ck out my face
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bitch, you got me f*cked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first
Man, give me these f*ckin' keys, dawg
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
F*ck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch
Give me my f*ckin' keys
Nah, I liked you parked in that bitch
Give me my keys, bro
On God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my f*cking keys
Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'
I do the same when we f*ckin'
Act like that pussy ain't loose
I'd rather act like I'm cummin'
I'd rather f*ck off the juice
I'd rather f*ck on your cousin
Bitch, you said you gon' f*ck who?
You heard me, nigga, it's nothing (alright)

You know what? F*ck you, bitch (F*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
No, f*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you), f*ck you, bitch (sick of this nigga, f*ck you)
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you bi- (f*ck you, f*ck you)
F*ck you bitch, stupid-ass bitch

I don't even know why I f*ck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch
Bitch, whatever is comfortable (shit)
This the type of shit couples do?
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch
Nigga, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (mh-mh)
The insecurities you got, won't mind f*ck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see
Don't speak on my mama, the f*ck is yo' problem?
That bitch don't like me anyways
Bitch, she gave you the Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face (man, hol' on, bro)
Find it funny you just can't apologize (this bitch, dawg)
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro)
See, you the reason why strong women f*cked up
Why they say it's a man's world
See, you the reason for Trump (you cryin', yo?)
You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak (ah), then I'm called out my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained (come on, dawg)
You the reason bitches start f*ckin' with bitches when they change
You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive

Man, shut the f*ck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' (here he go, shut the f*ck up)
It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)
Let's talk the truth (okay), women in general just can't get along (explain, nigga)
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (explain, nigga)
Uh, uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (explain)
Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then?
What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind bitch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth
Pussy and mouth is all you got
Lay this pussy back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top

F*ck me, nigga (I'ma f*ck you, bitch)
Nah, f*ck me, nigga f*ck me (I'ma f*ck you, bitch)
Nah, f*ck you, f*ck me (you playin', man)
F*ck me
Nah, you playin'

Stop tap-dancing around the conversation
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Writer: Daniel Maman, Daniel Tannenbaum, Jason Pounds, Kendrick Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Purple Hearts

Mmm, tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby

This my undisputed truth, uh-huh
My life is like forbidden fruit, my bitch know better than I do
A woman's worth, I barely went to church
I'd rather fast with you than f*ck it up
F*ckin' with skirts 'cause I'm rational
A nigga still gon' be a nigga, emoji heart, my family pictures
Two-steppin' away from rappers, I don't trust their true intentions
I'm not in the music business, I been in the human business
Whole life been social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your life for a couple likes on the double tap
Them hoes is sorry, they all get bodied
I bless it that you have an open heart, I bless that you forgive
I bless it that you can learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal
I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exact
A patient life, flaws, bless 'em twice and they'll bless you back

Tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah

How's love (how's love) when it's heart to your soul?
But my nigga, left his ass on the road
Gossipin' 'bout some shit you don't know
Oh, you ho (yeah, yeah, yeah, fasho)
I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, askin' if I been on the pole
I hate it here
If you keep lurkin' on the low
If you a fan, just let me know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Now if it's love, I deserve to get some head on a balcony sometimes, sometimes
And if I feel where your heart can be, you'll still be a part of me
I love mine, love mine (love mine, love mine)
Summer in the storm, I cannot conform
(I cannot conform, I cannot conform)
I just might love you still, just think I love me more
It ain't love if you gon' judge me for my past
No, it ain't love if you ain't never eat my ass
It ain't love if you just only tie me down because you seen me in my bag
That's why I'm anti-everyone before this mask

Mmm, tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah

Yo, yo
Telekinesis, I'm purifyin' these D speeches
While I'm cryin', I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus
Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim, it's light
It's known to tear retinas in a single gleam
Shut the f*ck up when you hear His love talkin'
To the mind, it's God's cypher divine in a small portion, uh
Faded pictures, this global madness, the intervention
This world's in The Twilight Zone, this is the fifth dimension
God, please blow the whistle, we need a intermission
My good deeds in front of your door, I'm standin' by the entrance
With heavy baggage, my brother's ashes
I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that nigga cabbage
Love, we killin' greed, we killin' homelessness
And I don't give a f*ck about this land, I want ownership
Bow your head for just God's sake
Listen what the stars say when I say it's God's way

Tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the f*ck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
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Writer: Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Dennis Coles, Jake Kosich, Jason Pounds, Johnny Kosich, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Mark Spears, Matt Schaeffer, Samuel Dew, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Count Me Out

We may not know which way to go
On this dark road
(Mr. Duckworth)
All of these hoes make it difficult
Session ten, breakthrough

One of these lives, I'ma make things right
With the wrongs I've done, that's one of you now
With the Father, Son, 'til then, I fight
Rain on me, put the blame on me
Got guilt, got hurt, got shame on me
Got six magazines that's aimed at me
Done every magazine, what's fame to me? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
It's a game to me, where the bedroom at?
Sleep, I ain't had affairs with that
What's fair when the hearts and the words don't reach?
What's fair when the money don't take things back?
It's rare when somebody take your dreams back? (And I'm trippin' and fallin')
I care too much, wanna share too much
In my head too much, I shut down too
I ain't there too much, I'm a complex soul
They layered me up, then broke me down
And moralities dust, I lack in trust (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
This time around, I trust myself
Please everybody else but myself
All else fails, I was myself
Out done fear, out done myself
This year, you better one yourself (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Masks on the babies, mask on an opp
Wear masks in the neighborhood stores you shot
But a mask won't hide who you are inside
Look around, the realities carved in the lies
Wipe my ego, dodge my pride (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Look myself in the mirror
Amityville, I ain't seen nothin' scarier
I fought like a pit bull terrier, blood I shed could fill up aquariums
Tell my angels, "Carry 'em" (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Every emotion been deprived
Even my strong points couldn't survive
If I didn't learn to love myself, forgive myself a hundred times, dawg

I love when you count me out (huh)
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (wah, woo, ooh)
I love when you count me out
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ckin' it up
How you gon' win my trust when the lies run deep? (Wah, woo, wah)
How you gon' bend your love when the bad don't sleep? (Sheeesh)
Beep, beep, crash our feelings in the middle of the street (vroom, vroom)

F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ckin' it up (huh, huh)

When you was at your lowest, tell me where the hoes was at?
When you was at your lowest, tell me where the bros was at?
Three-thirty in the mornin', scroll through the call log (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Ain't nobody but the mirror lookin' for the fall off (Brrt)

I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (wah, woo, wah, woo, wah)

My name is in your mouth, shoo, shoo
It's gon' take more than pride to stop
Call 9-1-1, I caught a body
Sun up now, yesterday is fadin'
Healing's only 'bout a mile away
Let me tell you 'bout the women I know (that's my baby)
I know karma like to follow us strong (sheesh)
I know millionaires that feel alone (sheesh)
Anytime I couldn't find God, I still could find myself through a song
Many find they life in a phone

F*ck it up, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ckin' it up

You said I'd feel better if I just work hard without liftin' my head up
That left me fed up
You made me worry, I wanted my best version but you ignored me
Then changed the story
Then changed the story
Good energy in the room, drop the location, please
Antibiotic for the womb, when I'm frustrated, please
(Antibiotic for the womb, when I'm frustrated)
Tryna keep my good conscious in rotation
Thoughts in my head, they livin' there with no- (tryna keep my good)
I made a decision, never give you my feelings
F*ck with you from, f*ck with you from a distance
Some put it on the Devil when they fall short
I put it on my ego, lord of all lords
Sometimes I fall for her, dawg

I love when you count me out
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out
My name is in your mouth

F*ck it up, f*ck it up (true, true)
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ckin' it up

Miss Regrets, I believe that you done me wrong (Miss Regrets)
Miss Regrets, can you please exit out my home? (Miss Regrets)
Miss Regret, I think I'm better off alone (Miss Regrets)
(Miss Regret)
Miss Regret, I got these deep regrets (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Some things I can't forget
Lord knows, I've tried my best
You said it's not my best
I came up out my flesh
Some things I must confess (ayy, ayy) (and I'm trippin' and fallin')
Spoke my truth, paid my debt (ayy, ayy)
Can't you see I'ma wreck? (Ayy, ayy)
Let me loose, I digress (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
This is me and I'm blessed (ayy, ayy)
Anybody fightin' through the stress? (Ayy, ayy)
Anybody fightin' through the?
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Writer: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Jason Kevin Pounds, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Sam Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Crown

You walk around like everything is in control
Favor come with favors and you can't say no
Go out the way to make the coin available
That's what I call love
The closest ones afraid to say they need some time
The turnaround is life or death, but you don't mind
Go out the way to say you made the compromise
That's what I call love

But the time, it'll come, to not be there when somebody needs you
You say no and all you've done gives them amnesia
One thing I've learned, love can change with the seasons

And I can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody
Wait, you can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)

They idolize and praise your name across the nation
Tap the feed and nod the head for confirmation
Promise that you keep the music in rotation
That's what I call love (that's what I call love)

But the time, it'll come (but the time, it'll come)
To not be there when somebody needs you (when somebody needs you)
You say no and all you've done gives them amnesia (they don't remember)
One thing I've learned, love can change with the seasons

And I can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody
Wait, you can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody
And I can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody
Wait, you can't please everybody
No, I can't please everybody

Heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown
To whom it's given, much is required now
Heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown
To whom it's given, much is required now

I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
Love gon' get you killed (love gon' get you killed)
Uh, I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
Uh, I can't even please myself (I can't even please myself)
Uh, I thought a new car would help (I thought a new car would help)
Uh, but when that new car get old (but when that new car get old)
Uh, I'm sure to want something else, I-I-I

I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
I can't please everybody (I can't please everybody)
Can't please
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Writer: Duval Timothy, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Sam Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Silent Hill

Hey, oh, yo
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why, you keep f*ckin' with me?
You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me

Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)

Aha, I be immune to shit (aha)
Tuck in the broom and shit (aha)
They want to assume and shit (aha)
Know you a choke, my ancestor close
I howl at the moon and shit (aha)
Know the results, the ballot is in
Man, I'm 'bout to boom again (aha)
You funny, dawg
Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg
A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah

Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)

Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed
Pick my daughter up, she need all the love
I need all the love, I mean all of us
It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much
You makin' it awkward, love
I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's

They don't f*ck with me even if they could
Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood
First to park Rolls Royce 'vert in the hood
Don't worry about us over here, we good
The AP roman numeral, everywhere I go I need pharmaceuticals
I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle
Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop
Money on my mind, money on your head
Can't ride three times when you comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross, kept a nigga fed
In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds
Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance
Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in a Benz
I caught a bale off a Google app
I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
I had to survive off a tuna pack
Five percent tint on the whip, like, "Who was that?"
Coupe take off like it's mad
Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab
Every Thursday, girls day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder
Every Sunday, son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't have no father
Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop
Just a sawed off shotgun Mossberg
We stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
Audemars water, aqua beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em
I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but f*ck it, I might still rob 'em

Yo
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)

Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out
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Writer: Beach Noise, Bill Kahan Kapri, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, M. Spears, Matthew Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Savior (Interlude)

Kendrick made you think about it
But he is not your savior
Cole made you feel empowered
But he is not your savior
Future said, "Get a money counter"
But he is not your savior
'Bron made you give his flowers
But he is not your savior
He is not your savior

Mr. Morale, give me high-five
Two times center codefendant judging my life
Back-pedaler, what they say? You do the cha-cha
I'ma stand on it, 6'5", from 5'5"
Fun fact, I ain't taking shit back
Like it when they pro-Black, but I'm more Kodak Black
Tell me where the money at, ayy, where the homies at?
Universal callout, I can members only that, ayy
Si-si, wait a minute, ven aquí (ven aquí), c'est la vie (c'est la vie)
I tell the whole truth from A to Z, ayy
Show me you real, show me that you bleed, ayy
Hello? Crackers? (Let me hear that back)
I seen niggas arguing about who's blacker
Even blacked out screens and called it solidarity (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Meditating in silence made you wanna tell on me (whoa)

Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me? Yeah
I'm out the way, are you happy for me? (High up)

Bite they tongues in rap lyrics
Scared to be crucified about a song but they won't admit it
Politically correct is how you keep an opinion
Niggas is tight lipped, f*ck who dare to be different
Seen a Christian say the vaccine mark of the beast
Then he caught COVID and prayed the Pfizer for relief
Then I caught COVID and started to question Kyrie
Will I stay organic or hurt in this bed for two weeks? (You really wanna know?)
Do you want peace? (How I get so low?)
Then watch us in the streets (only one way to go)
One protest for you (high up)
Three-sixty-five for me (you really wanna know?)
Vladimir making nightmares (how I get so low?)
But that's how we all think (only one way to go)
The collective consciousness (high up)
Calamities on repeat, huh

Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?

Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know
Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know

The cat is out the bag, I am not your savior
I find it just as difficult to love thy neighbors
Especially when people got ambiguous favors
But they hearts not in it, see, everything's for the paper
The struggle for the right side of history
Independent thought is like an eternal enemy
Capitalists posing as compassionates be offending me
Yeah, suck my dick with authenticity
Yeah, Tupac dead, gotta think for yourself
Yeah, heroes looking for the villains to help
I never been sophisticated, saving face
Being manipulative, such an acquired taste
I rubbed elbows with people that was for the people
They all greedy, I don't care for no public speaking
And they like to wonder where I've been
Protecting my soul in the valley of silence
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Writer: Daniel Tannenbaum, Jason Pounds, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mario Luciano, Mark Anthony Spears, Ronald N. LaTour, Samuel Joseph Dew, Tobias Breuer, Tommy Paxton-Beesley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Savior

Kendrick made you think about it
But he is not your savior
Cole made you feel empowered
But he is not your savior
Future said, "Get a money counter"
But he is not your savior
'Bron made you give his flowers
But he is not your savior
He is not your savior

Mr. Morale, give me high-five
Two times center codefendant judging my life
Back-pedaler, what they say? You do the cha-cha
I'ma stand on it, 6'5", from 5'5"
Fun fact, I ain't taking shit back
Like it when they pro-Black, but I'm more Kodak Black
Tell me where the money at, ayy, where the homies at?
Universal callout, I can members only that, ayy
Si-si, wait a minute, ven aquí (ven aquí), c'est la vie (c'est la vie)
I tell the whole truth from A to Z, ayy
Show me you real, show me that you bleed, ayy
Hello? Crackers? (Let me hear that back)
I seen niggas arguing about who's blacker
Even blacked out screens and called it solidarity (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Meditating in silence made you wanna tell on me (whoa)

Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me? Yeah
I'm out the way, are you happy for me? (High up)

Bite they tongues in rap lyrics
Scared to be crucified about a song but they won't admit it
Politically correct is how you keep an opinion
Niggas is tight lipped, f*ck who dare to be different
Seen a Christian say the vaccine mark of the beast
Then he caught COVID and prayed the Pfizer for relief
Then I caught COVID and started to question Kyrie
Will I stay organic or hurt in this bed for two weeks? (You really wanna know?)
Do you want peace? (How I get so low?)
Then watch us in the streets (only one way to go)
One protest for you (high up)
Three-sixty-five for me (you really wanna know?)
Vladimir making nightmares (how I get so low?)
But that's how we all think (only one way to go)
The collective consciousness (high up)
Calamities on repeat, huh

Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?

Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know
Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know

The cat is out the bag, I am not your savior
I find it just as difficult to love thy neighbors
Especially when people got ambiguous favors
But they hearts not in it, see, everything's for the paper
The struggle for the right side of history
Independent thought is like an eternal enemy
Capitalists posing as compassionates be offending me
Yeah, suck my dick with authenticity
Yeah, Tupac dead, gotta think for yourself
Yeah, heroes looking for the villains to help
I never been sophisticated, saving face
Being manipulative, such an acquired taste
I rubbed elbows with people that was for the people
They all greedy, I don't care for no public speaking
And they like to wonder where I've been
Protecting my soul in the valley of silence
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Daniel Tannenbaum, Jason Pounds, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mario Luciano, Mark Anthony Spears, Ronald N. LaTour, Samuel Joseph Dew, Tobias Breuer, Tommy Paxton-Beesley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Auntie Diaries

Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
Heart plays in ways the mind can't
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
This is how we conceptualize human beings

My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola pager, Off-White Guess jacket
Blue Air Max's, gold chains and curl kits
'93 Nissan wax job, the earliest
Big social, big personality, vocal
Played the underground verbatim and stayed local
My auntie is a man now
I watch him and his girl hold their hands down
Tip of the avenues street lights made his
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See, my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by nines keeping the music up under me
My auntie is a man now
Asked my mama why my uncles don't like him that much
And at the parties why they always wanna fight him that much
She said, "Ain't no tellin'
Niggas always been jealous because he had more women
More money and more attention made more envy
Callin' him anything but broke was less offending"

My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Back when it was comedic relief to say, "Faggot"
Faggot, faggot, faggot, we ain't know no better
Elementary kids with no filter, however
My auntie became a man and I took pride in it
She wasn't gay, she ate pussy, and that was the difference
That's what I told my friends in second grade
She picking me up from school, they stare at her in the face
They couldn't comprehend what I grew accustomed
We pull off bumpin' Quik like it was nothing
My auntie is a man now, what a relationship
I grew up fast, I needed no one to babysit
He gave me some cash then gave me some game
Cherry freshener on the dash, I never complained
She even cut my hair at the pad, was loving my fade
The first person I seen write a rap
That's when my life had changed
House full of demo, smoke stuck on the window
Cameras on the microphone, all women and men though
My auntie was a man now, we cool with it
The history had trickled down and made us ign'ant
My favorite cousin said he's returning the favor
And following my auntie with the same behavior

Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
He's more confident to live his plan now (talking to the world's gonna bring you down)
But the family in disbelief this time (talking to the world's gonna bring you down)
Convincing themselves, "He ain't living discreet, he's fine" (talking to the world's gonna bring you down)
They said they never seen it in him, but I seen it (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
The Barbie dolls played off reflection of Venus (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
He built a wall so tall you couldn't climb over
He didn't laugh as hard when the kids start joking (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
"Faggot, faggot, faggot," we ain't know no better
Middle school kids with no filter, however
I had to be very mindful of my good cousin
I knew exactly who he was, but I still loved him
Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
I mean he's really Mary-Ann, even took things further
Changed his gender before Bruce Jenner was certain
Living his truth even if it meant see a surgeon
We didn't talk for a while, he seemed more distant
Wasn't comfortable around me, everything was offensive
But I recall we both had a sick sense of humor
Made raw, but time changes all

Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
Remember church, Easter Sunday?
I sat in the pew, you had stronger faith
More spiritual when these dudes were living life straight
Which I found ironic 'cause the pastor didn't see him the same
He said my cousin was going through some things
He promised the world we living in was an act on abomination
And Demetrius was to blame
I knew you was conflicted by the feelings of preacherman
Wondering if God still call you a decent man
Still you found the courage to be subservient just to anoint
Until he singled you out to prove his point, saying
"Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
Church, his auntie is a man now," it hurt
You the most 'cause your belief was close to his words
Forcing me to stand now
I said, "Mr. Preacherman, should we love thy neighbor?
The laws of the land or the heart, what's greater?
I recognize the study she was taught since birth
But that don't justify the feelings that my cousin preserved"
The building was thinkin' out loud, bad angel
That's when you looked at me and smiled, said, "Thank you"
The day I chose humanity over religion
The family got closer, it was all forgiven
I said them F-bombs, I ain't know any better
Mistakenly, I ain't think that you'd know any different
See, I was taught words was nothing more than a sound
If ever they was pronounced without any intentions
The very second you challenged the shit I was kickin'
Reminded me about a show I did out the city
That time I brung a fan on stage to rap
But disapproved the word that she couldn't say with me
You said, "Kendrick, ain't no room for contradiction
To truly understand love, switch position
'Faggot, faggot, faggot,' we can say it together
But only if you let a white girl say 'Nigga'"
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Writer: Craig Balmoris, Daniel Krieger, Daniel Tannenbaum, Homer Steinweiss, Kendrick Duckworth, Sergiu Gherman, Tyler Mehlenbacher
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mr. Morale

(It was one of the worst performances I've seen in my life)
(I couldn't sleep last night because I felt this shit)

(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ooh, uh
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ooh, ha
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yee

Enoch, your father's just detoxed, my callin' is right on time
Transformation, I must had a thousand lives and like three thousand wives
You should know that I'm slightly off, fightin' off demons that been outside
Better known as myself, I'm a demigod
Every thought is creative, sometimes I'm afraid of my open mind

Shit on my mind and it's heavy
Tell you in pieces 'cause it's way too heavy
My diamonds, the choker is heavy
More life to give on demand, are you ready?
Who keep 'em honest like us?
Who in alignment like us?
Who gotta heal 'em all? Us (Us)
When there's no one to call

Don't need no conversation (ooh, ooh, tee-vah)
If it ain't about the business, shut the door now (ooh, ooh, tee-vah)
Bitch', it's a celebration (ooh, ooh, tee-vah)
And if this shit ain't bussin', what's it for now? (Ooh, ooh, tee-vah)

Steppin' out when the weight lifts
Floatin' on 'em (ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Steppin' out when the weight lifts
Floatin' on 'em (ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Floatin' on 'em (float, float, ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)

Uzzi, your father's in deep meditation
My spirit's awakened, my brain is asleep
I got a new temperature
Sharpenin' multiple swords in the faith I believe
I think about Robert Kelly
If he weren't molested, I wonder if life'll fail him
I wonder if Oprah found closure
The way that she postered the hurt that a woman carries
My mother abused young
Like all of the mothers back where we from
SSI bury family members
At the repass, they servin' Popeyes chicken
What you know about Black trauma?
F&N's kickin' back is another genre
Tyler Perry, the face of a thousand rappers
Using violence to cover what really happen
I know somebody's listenin'
Past life regressions to know my conditions
It's based off experience
Comma for comma, my habits insensitive
Watchin' my cousin struggle with addiction
Then watchin' her firstborn make a million
And both of them off the grid for forgiveness
I'm sacrificin' myself to start the healin' and

Shit on my mind and it's heavy
Tell you in pieces 'cause it's way too heavy
My diamonds, the choker is heavy
More life to give on demand, are you ready?
Who keep 'em honest like us?
Who in alignment like us?
Who gotta heal 'em all? Us (us)
When there's no one to call us (us)

Say, "Hydrate, it's time to heal"
Safe, you're frustrated, I can feel
Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back
Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)

People get taken over by this pain-body (ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
Because it's energy field that almost has a life of its own (ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
It needs to, periodically, feed on more unhappiness (ooh-ooh-ooh, da-da)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Avante Santana, Pharrell Williams, Sam Dew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Mother I Sober

I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody
One man standin' on two words, heal everybody
Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return
Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words
Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge
Pacify broken pieces of me, it was all a blur
Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties
I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five
I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision
In the shadows, clingin' to my soul as my only critic
Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today
I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is takin' shape
My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife
Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night
Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover
Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober

I wish I was somebody (ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Anybody but myself (ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, I wish I was somebody (ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Anybody but myself (ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)

I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted
Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas
Family ties, they accused my cousin, "Did he touch you Kendrick?"
Never lied, but no one believed me when I said, "He didn't"
Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself
I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself
Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself
He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help
Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy
Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me
Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me
"Did he touch you?" I said "No" again, still they didn't believe me
Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face
Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase
'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over
Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober

I wish I was somebody (ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Anybody but myself (ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, I wish I was somebody (ooh-oh, oh, oh)
Anybody but myself (ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)

I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind
I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined
I did it sober, sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions
No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer
Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention
Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women
Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen
Askin' God, "Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?"
Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, "Is there an addiction?"
I said "No," but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it
Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me
Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy
I asked my mama why she didn't believe me when I told her "No"
I never knew she was violated in Chicago
I'm sympathetic, told me that she feared it happened to me
For my protection, though it never happened, she wouldn't agree
Now I'm affected, twenty years later, trauma has resurfaced
Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous
I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years
Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel
I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood
But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could
All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked
I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract
A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families
The devastation hauntin' generations and humanity
They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters
Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other
Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered
Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance
Every other brother has been compromised
I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused
I see 'em daily, buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos
So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move
Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school
His anger grows deep in misogyny
This is post-traumatic, Black families and a sodomy, today, is still active
So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made
So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame
So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain
I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain
So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all
So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God
So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred
As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation

I wish I was somebody
Anybody but myself
Ooh, I wish I was somebody
Anybody but myself

You did it
I'm proud of you
You broke a generational curse
Say, "Thank you, dad"
Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother
Mr. Morale

Before I go in fast asleep
Love me for me
I bare my soul and now we're free
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Writer: Beth Gibbons, Daniel Tannenbaum, Jason Pounds, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Sam Dew, Stephen Bruner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mirror

I choose me

The pressure's takin' over me, it's beginnin' to loom
Better if I spare your feelings and tell you the truth
Lately, I redirected my point of view
You won't grow waitin' on me
I can't live in the Matrix, huh
Rather fall short of your graces, huh
This time I won't trade places, huh
Not about who's right, who's wrong, huh
Evolve, the only thing known, huh
Ask me when I'm comin' home, huh
Blink twice again, I'm gone

I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry

She woke up in the mornin' for the daily news
I was so low and mournin' through the family feuds
Baby, I told you a story and laid down all the rules
Still, you won't grow waitin' on me

I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry

'Cause all of it's toxic
Girl, I'm not relevant to givin' 'em profit
Personal gain off my pain, it's nonsense
Darlin', my demons is off the leash for a moshpit
Baby, I just had a baby, you know she need me
Workin' on myself, the counselin' is not easy
Don't you point a finger, just to point a finger
'Cause critical thinkin' is a deal-breaker
Faith in one man is a ship sinkin'
Do yourself a favor and get a mirror that mirror grievance
Then point it at me so the reflection can mirror freedom
She told me that she need me the most, I didn't believe her
She even called me names on the post, the world can see it
Jokes and gaslightin'
Mad at me 'cause she didn't get my vote, she say I'm triflin'
Disregardin' the way that I cope with my own vices
Maybe it's time to break it off
Run away from the culture to follow my heart

I realized true love's not savin' face
But unconditional
When will you let me go?
I trust you'll find independence
If not, then all is forgiven
Sorry, I didn't save the world, my friend
I was too busy buildin' mine again

I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry

I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
I choose me, I'm sorry
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Craig Balmoris, Daniel Krieger, Daniel Tannenbaum, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Sergiu Gherman, Stuart Johnson, Tim Maxey, Tyler Mehlenbacher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers is the fifth studio album by American rapper Kendrick Lamar, released on May 13, 2022, by PGLang, Top Dawg Entertainment (TDE), Aftermath Entertainment, and Interscope Records. The album serves as his first release under his creative company PGLang, and his final project with TDE.

It features narration by Whitney Alford and Eckhart Tolle, and guest appearances from Blxst, Amanda Reifer, Sampha, Taylour Paige, Summer Walker, Ghostface Killah, Baby Keem, Kodak Black, Sam Dew, Tanna Leone, and Beth Gibbons of Portishead. Lamar, who executive produced the album under the pseudonym Oklama, reunited with frequent collaborators Sounwave, J. Lbs, DJ Dahi, and Bekon for the majority of the album's production.

Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers is a concept album that analyzes and reflects on his life experiences during his therapy journey. Its lyrics touches on a variety of personal themes, including childhood and generational trauma, infidelity, and celebrity worship. Primarily a conscious hip hop record, the album experiments with minimalist production while incorporating elements of jazz, R&B, trap, and soul.

Upon release, Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers was met with widespread acclaim from critics, who praised Lamar's lyricism and the album's scope, although some found it inconsistent and Kodak Black's appearance controversial. The album was supported by three singles: "N95", "Silent Hill", and "Die Hard", all of which charted within the top 10 on the US Billboard Hot 100. Other promotional initiatives included headlining performances at Glastonbury Festival and Rolling Loud, and a musical guest appearance on the season 48 premiere of Saturday Night Live. Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers debuted atop the Billboard 200, marking Lamar's fourth number-one album in the United States.

The album won Best Rap Album at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards and received eight nominations, including Album of the Year. To further promote the album, Lamar embarked on his fifth solo headlining tour, titled the Big Steppers Tour, which visited Europe, North America and Oceania.
Genre(s): Conscious hip hop, hip hop, jazz, R&B, trap, soul
Producer(s): The Alchemist, Baby Keem, Beach Noise, Bekon, Boi-1da, Cardo, Craig Balmoris, DJ Dahi, DJ Khalil, The Donuts, Duval Timothy, Frano, Grandmaster Vic, Jahaan Sweet, J. Lbs, Oklama, Pharrell Williams, Sounwave, Tae Beast
Length: 73:06
Released: May 13th, 2022
Year: 2022

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