Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me
I feel like a chip on my shoulders I feel like I'm losin' my focus I feel like I'm losin' my patience I feel like my thoughts in the basement Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated Feel like I don't wanna be bothered I feel like you may be the problem I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world The world is endin', I'm done pretendin' And fuck you if you get offended I feel like friends been overrated I feel like the family been fakin' I feel like the feelings are changin' Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it Feel like I ain't feelin' you all Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved I feel for you, I've been in the field for you It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like
Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody prayin'
I feel niggas been out of pocket I feel niggas tappin' they pockets I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants I feel like all of y'all is desperate I feel like all it take is a second to feel like Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic I ain't feelin' your presence Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson Feel like only me and the music, though I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual I feel like the enemy you should know Feel like the feelin' of no hope The feelin' of bad dope A quarter ounce manipulated from soap The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison I feel like it's just me Look, I feel like I can't breathe Look, I feel like I can't sleep Look, I feel heartless, often off this Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with Darkest hours, lost it Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin' Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins Fill up the banks with dollars Fill up the graves with fathers Fill up the babies with bullshit Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin' But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons Monsters, false prophets schemin' Sponsors, industry promises Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us I can feel it, the dream is more than process I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin' I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em Maybe it's too late for 'em I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em But who the fuck prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin' for me Who prayin' for me? Ain't nobody prayin'
Writer/s: KENDRICK LAMAR, MARK ANTHONY SPEARS
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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