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Institutionalized Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar feat. Snoop Dogg, Bilal, Anna Wise

    Institutionalized is a popular rap song by Kendrick Lamar featuring Snoop Dogg, Bilal, Anna Wise, from the 2015 album To Pimp a Butterfly. Check words to Kendrick Lamar Institutionalized Lyrics in English below.

    Institutionalized Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar feat. Snoop Dogg, Bilal, Anna Wise 

    [Part I]

    [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
    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?

    [Interlude: Anna Wise & Bilal]
    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
    Whoever thought?
    Master, take the chains off me!

    [Part II]
    [Intro: Taz Arnold]
    Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom
    Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit

    [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
    Life, to me, 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
    Dream 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 will 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 them fuckin’ BET Awards
    You lookin’ at artistses like they’re harvestses
    So many Rollies around you and you want all of ’em
    Somebody told me you thinkin’ ’bout snatchin’ jewelry
    I should’ve listened when my grandmama said to me:
    [Chorus: Bilal]
    “Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, nigga
    Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, boy
    Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, nigga
    Oh now, slow down”

    [Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
    And once upon a time, in a city so divine
    Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
    He was five-foot somethin’, God bless the kid
    Took his homies to the show and this is what they said:

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    “Fuck am I ‘posed to do when I’m lookin’ at walkin’ licks?
    The constant big money talk ’bout the mansion and foreign whips
    The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor
    Gold bottles, gold models, givin’ up the ass for
    Instagram flicks, suckin’ dick, fuck is this?
    One more sucker wavin’ with a flashy wrist
    My defense mechanism tell me to get him
    Quickly because he got it
    It’s a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
    No more livin’ poor, meet my four-four
    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 ‘fore 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
    [Chorus: Bilal]
    “Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, nigga
    Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, boy
    Shit don’t change until you get up and wash yo’ ass, nigga
    Oh now, slow down”

    [Outro: Snoop Dogg]
    And once upon a time, in a city so divine
    Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
    He was five-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

     

    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Snoop Dogg, Thundercat

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