Vanity Slaves歌词

作词 : Lamar, Kendrick
作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick
Uh-uh-uh what up
Uh I'm tryna what up

Uh-uh I'm tryna get something
Uh-uh-uh I'm tryna what up

I say what up

Uh-uh I'm tryna
Sometimes I wanna leave
Sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth
Sometimes I wanna lie
Sometimes I wanna school the youth
Sometimes I wanna ride
Sometimes I wanna not think
Sometimes I wanna vibe
Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out
This song bout a young boy
That's going wild inside
When my world collide
With your world where your girl
And your kids reside
We kill the facades
We feel free to fly
We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much
If my clothes is new
If my ride is plush if my hair is cut
If my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror I'm trendy enough Wrong

Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
So she can be cool to be amongst popularity
The various name brands that reach the price scan
That's not about the right price
But more like the right scam
To rule us all confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw

Now let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
In a Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
That lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward
Then I rewind
A time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are
Farther you from the white man's home
Negro spiritual zones gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity they parted our families

They put us in hundred-degree shade
And outside we bathed
The more we were afraid
The more they made rules
And trapped our minds in the cage
Our freedom was so fake
Couldn't see it with the eyes
Of Tracee Ross uh
And school was exempt
See we couldn't have smarts
And a smirk could get you hurt
Wound diversed from a scar
Four-hundred years of nothing
Four-hundred years of suffering
Four-hundred years of tears
And tribulation miseducation
See what we facing is now coming
Back to the roots
Remember whips on our back and
If we would run they would shoot
Call us niggers and figured
That we'd never lived in pursuit
Of happiness
We captured these feelings
In things that we do
Thought it's abstinence in slavery
But we made it come to
A modern perspective
My shoe selection gotta be Louie
Her handbag gotta be Gucci
It's fake then she foobie
She still bad though
And her fake Gucci ain't that bad though
We filling up the gas for Rollies
Upgrade to twenty-sixes out there riding Kobes
My cousin from the South
Slavery start in the South and I bet ya
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
Slaves

Uh I say the four-hundred years
We never had nothing

Barely had clothes on our back

It's the reason why
When we get a little bit of change
We over-exaggerate on our living expenses

So if you get your first big check
And you cop a chain before you buy a house
You're a vanity slave

If you're a female and you got four
Five six rings on your finger
Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing

You're a vanity slave

If you got an '02 Monte
Carlo with twenty-fo's on it
And on the back of the window it says

"get on my level hoe"

You're a vanity slave

We all vanity slaves

And with that being said

Can somebody please tell me where the mall at

I'm not from around here
Hey Ali where we at Idaho

Yeah ***** you know the first of the month

You know them checks come in
I'm tryna get something but what up