Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah

Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah – Purple Hearts Lyrics

Purple Hearts

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"Purple Hearts." - Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker & Ghostface Killah

Monday, 26 October 2026, 06:23 am

Album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Track No: 09

Tippy toeing and I'm mud walkin'
Rolling sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck 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 fuck it up
Fucking with skirts 'cause I'm rational
A **** still gon' be a ****
Emoji heart, my family pictures
Two-stepping 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 toeing and I'm mud walkin'
Rolling sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talking, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck 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 when it's heart to your soul? (How's love?)
But my ****, left his ass on the road
Gossiping 'bout some shit you don't know
Oh, you ho, fasho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hate it here, baby daddy still on my phone
I hate it here, asking 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
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 still gon' be a part of me, I love my, love my
Love my, love my
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
Tippy toeing and I'm mud walkin'
Rolling sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talking, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck 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 purifying these D speeches
While I'm crying, I clean the feet of the sweet Jesus
Dreams, visions get blurry of the Elohim is light
It's known to tear retinas in a single gleam
Shut the fuck up when you hear His love talking
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 an intermission
My good deeds in front of your door
I'm standing by the entrance
With heavy baggage, my brother's ashes
I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that **** cabbage
Love, we killin' greed, we killin' homelessness
And I don't give a fuck 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 toeing and I'm mud walkin'
Rolling sevens, I ain't bred for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talking, but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck 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

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Summer Walker, Dennis Coles, Anthony Dixon, M. Spears, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Matthew Schaeffer, Johnny Kosich, Jake Kosich, J. Pounds & Sam Dew.

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