Kendrick Lamar United In Grief - Lyrics

[Intro]

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 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em—tell them your—)

I’ve been goin’ through somethin’

1,855 days

I’ve been goin’ through somethin’

Be afraid

[Verse 1]

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 killing her

What is a relative making repetitive narratives on how you did it first?

That is a predator hit reverse

All of your presidents evil thirst

What is a neighborhood rectable?

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 calling on God for purity

[Verse 2]

I went and got me a therapist

I can debate on my theories and sharing it (Woah)

Consolidate all my comparisons

Humble enough because time is imperative (Woah)

Starting to feel like there's only one answer to everything, I don't know where it is (Woah)

Popping a bottle of Claritin (Woah)

Is it my hate or my arrogance? (Woah)

Shaking and moving, like, what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex

Indulging 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 menacing

The demons portrayed as religion is

I wake in the morning, another appointment, I hope the psychologist listening

[Verse 3]

The new Mercedes with black

G Wagon, the way you front, man, it was all for rap

I was 28 years young, 200 mill’ in tax

Bought a couple mansions, just for practice

500 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

[Interlude]

I grieve different

I grieve different (Huh)

[Verse 4]

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 like green penetratin' the moonlight

Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like

Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me

Phone 'bout to ring, but tell the world I'm busy

Fair enough

[Interlude]

I grieve different

I grieve different (Huh)