Kendrick Lamar – United In Grief Lyrics

United In Grief

Kendrick Lamar

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"United In Grief." - Kendrick Lamar

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:28 pm

Album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Track No: 01

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 them, tell 'em the truth
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em your—
I been goin' through somethin'
1,855 days
I been goin' through somethin'
Be afraid
What is a bitch in a mini skirt?
A man in his feelin's with bitter nerve
What is a woman that really hurt?
A demon, you're better off killin' her
What is a relative? Make it repetitive narratives on how you did it first
That is a predator, hit reverse
All of your presidents' evil thirst
What is a neighborhood rep'table?
That is a snitch on a pedestal
What is a house with a better view?
A family, broken in variables
What is a rapper with jewelry?
A way that I show my maturity
What if I call on security? That mean I'm callin' on God for purity
I went and got me a therapist
I can debate all my theories and sharin' it, whoa
Consolidate all my comparisons
Humblin' up because time was imperative, whoa
Started to feel like it's only one answer to everything
I don't know where it is, whoa
Poppin' a bottle of Claritin, whoa
Is it my head or my arrogance? Whoa
Shaking and movin', like what am I doin'?
I'm flippin' my time through the Rolodex
Indulgin' myself in my life and my music
The world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac
The world that we're in is just menacin'
The demons portrayed are religionous
I wake in the mornin', another appointment
I hope the psychologist listenin'
The new Mercedes whip, black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?", it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mill' in the tax
Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice
Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
Fifty K to cousins, post the caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive
I grieve different
I grieve different
Huh
I met her on the third night in Chicago, North America tour, my enclave
Fe-fi-fo-fum, she was a model, dedicated to the songs I wrote and the Bible
Eyes, light green, penetratin' the moonlight
Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like Big Bang for theory
God, hopin' you hear me, phone off the ringer, tell the world I'm busy
Fair enough, green-eyes said her mother didn't care enough
Sympathize when her daddy in the chain gang
Her first brother got killed, he was twenty-one
I was nine when they put Lamont in the grave
Heartbroken when Estelle didn't say goodbye
Chad left his body after we FaceTimed
Green-eyes said you'd be okay, first tour, sex'd the pain away
I grieve different
I grieve different
Huh
The new Mercedes whip, black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?", it was all for rap
I was twenty-eight years young, twenty mill' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice
Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
Fifty K to cousins, post the caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive
So what?
Paralyzed, the county building controlled us
I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once
I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in
I watched Keem buy four cars in four months
You know the family dynamics on repeat
The insecurities locked down on PC
I bought a .223, nobody peace treat
You won't doot-doot me, I smell TNT
Dave got him a Porsche, so I got me a Porsche
Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions
Poverty was the case
But the money wipin' the tears away
I grieve different
Everybody grieves different
Everybody grieves different
I grieve different
Huh

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, M. Spears, J. Pounds, Duval Timothy, Matt Schaeffer, Johnny Kosich, Jake Kosich, Sam Dew & Timothy Maxey.

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