Kendrick Lamar - Vanity Slaves lyrics

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 k** 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 j**elry 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 n******gs 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 n***a, you know the first of the month You know them checks come in I'm tryna get something, but what up?