Institutionalized ft. Anna Wise Bilal & Snoop Dogg
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
Hol' up
Get it back
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?

If I was the president
I'd pay my mama's rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Whoever thought?
Master take the chains off me

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit

Life to me like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down

And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, God bless the kid
Took his homie to the show and this is what they said

Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my .44
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She said

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down

And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey




Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Institutionalized" by Kendrick Lamar reflect on the artist's personal struggles with poverty, violence, and the pressures of the music industry. Lamar creates a stark contrast between his current status as a successful rapper and his past experiences growing up in the ghetto. The opening lines describe his frustration with the rap industry's obsession with money and its shallow image, which he feels disconnected from. Despite his success, Lamar still feels trapped by his background and institutionalized by the mindset of his old neighborhood.


The lyrics then shift to a hypothetical scenario where Lamar is the president, but even in this position of power, he would prioritize taking care of his loved ones and smoking weed rather than typical presidential duties. The line "Master take the chains off me" speaks to the legacy of slavery and oppression that still haunts Lamar and his community. Another key theme of the song is loyalty, as Lamar reflects on the fickle nature of the music industry and the friends who turn on him once he becomes famous. Lamar laments that success has changed his old friends and even wonders if he has become "too loyal" to those who no longer deserve it.


The final verse returns to the struggles of a young Lamar growing up in Compton. He describes his experiences seeing others flaunting their wealth while he struggled to make ends meet. He also touches on the darker side of fame, with people willing to do anything to get ahead in the music industry, including stealing and sucking up to executives. Lamar recognizes the danger of his position and feels that he must protect himself with a gun. The last lines of the song emphasize the idea that the struggles of poverty and inequality continue, even for those who have achieved success.


Line by Line Meaning

What money got to do with it
What does wealth have to do with an artist's image?


When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
When I am unaware of the complete meaning of a rapper's portrayal


I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
I'm confined within the societal and economic limitations of the impoverished neighborhoods, and I'm not proud of it.


Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
I am institutionalized, and despite being out of prison, I keep returning for a visit to my old mental state.


Hol' up
Wait a minute


Get it back
Regain your focus


I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
I repeat that I am trapped within poverty-ridden neighborhoods, and it is nothing to be proud of


Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
I am mentally enslaved, and even when I'm not in prison, I could still kill someone and carry on without feeling the weight of the regressed mind state


If I was the president
If I were the elected head of state


I'd pay my mama's rent
I would provide for my mother's living expenses


Free my homies and them
Release my friends and associates from incarceration


Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Reinforce my car doors to prevent firearms attack


Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Relax in the White House and smoke marijuana


Whoever thought?
Who would have predicted that?


Master take the chains off me
Release me from mental and societal constraints


Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Imitate the sound of a car engine accelerating


Zoom, zoom, zoom
Repeat the imitation of a car engine accelerating


Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit
Imitate the sound of a car engine accelerating, but then the sound cuts off.


Life to me like a box of chocolate
Life is like a box of chocolates


Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Quid pro quo, exchanging something of value for something else, this is very evident


Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
This is a noteworthy line and should not be taken lightly


Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
Copying my style is like ingesting salmonella and is hazardous to your health (positive test for salmonella)


I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
I can lessen the impact of politics in the rap industry


Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
Exploit the rap game for every last drop, never experiencing lactose intolerance (can handle any situation without issue)


The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
The only truthful lyrics remaining, you and the audience know it.


Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
I ain't got no academic scholarships. The streets and life experience is what matured me.


Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Strive for excellence, but the real obstacle is


Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
A dream is simply a thought if action and labor don't accompany it


Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
This reminds me of those who were my close comrades in the past, now listen to this.


I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
Here's my theory: I must be excessively devoted


K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Kendrick Lamar will get the job done for you, my associates view me as a deity


Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
Honestly, everyone I know has been pampered and indulged. Ordinarily, they get away without facing consequences.


But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
But something changed within you once I brought you to the BET Awards


You lookin' at artists like the harvests
You are gazing at the musicians like they are crops to be harvested


So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Various Rolex watches are in your vicinity, and you desire all of them


Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
A person informed me that you are considering stealing jewelry


I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
I should have paid heed to my grandmother's words of wisdom


Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Things won't improve until you get up and start taking action


Oh now, slow down
Hold on now, take a moment.


And once upon a time in a city so divine
Once upon a time in a city so wonderful


Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
Named West Side Compton, there was a young black male who resided there


He was five foot something, God bless the kid
The gentleman was around five feet in height, God bless him


Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
He brought his buddy to the concert, and this is the conversation that ensued


Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
What the hell should I do when I'm staring at easy theft opportunities?


The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The constant boasting of wealth regarding mansions and automobiles imported from other countries


The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Private jets and passports and the luxurious glass flooring within the presidential vehicle


Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Displaying gold bottles and models who are willing to have sex for money


Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
Images on Instagram depicting sexual activities for money, what kind of life is this?


One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
Another foolish person flaunting a shining wrist


My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got
My natural instinct encourages me to steal swiftly because he already has much wealth


It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
It is a period of slow economic activity, why is he at the strip club known as King of Diamonds?


No more livin' poor, meet my .44
I refuse to live in poverty any longer and will use my firearm for protection


When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
When I see them, I will throw my daily allowances onto the ground


Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
Now, Kendrick, remember that they are your colleagues


But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
However, it will require significant effort to stop me from using my weapon


Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
Now, I can watch him flaunt his watch on television and be content.


But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
But see, once that watch arrives in Los Angeles, I will be on the lookout for it.


Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Recall the idea of stealing from the wealthy and giving it to the indigent?


Well, that's me at these awards
Well, that's me at these award ceremonies.


I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
I assume that my grandmother was providing me with a warning.


Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy
Things will not change until you take action, young man.


He was five foot something, dazed and confused
He remained a short young man, unsure and disoriented


Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
Despite possessing numerous skills, he remains constrained by the influence of his community.


You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
A person can physically depart from the impoverished area but the culture and ideals of the area remain present.


Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
He took his concert earnings and secreted them in a concealed location.


Hollywood's nervous
Hollywood is anxious.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Columbus Tower Smith, Sam Barsh, Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

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@carloslang5840

What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
Hol' up
Get it back
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
If I was the president
I'd pay my mama's rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Whoever thought?
Master take the chains off me
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit
Life to me like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, God bless the kid
Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my .44
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She said
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service



@alexcj3250

What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
Hol' up
Get it back
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
If I was the president
I'd pay my mama's rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Whoever thought?
Master take the chains off me
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit
Life to me like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, God bless the kid
Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my .44
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She said
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service



@222faced5

What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit
Hol' up
Get it back
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
If I was the president
I'd pay my mama's rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
Whoever thought?
Master take the chains off me
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit
Life to me like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, God bless the kid
Took his homie to the show and this is what they said
Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my .44
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She said
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow down
And once upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service



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@kendricklamarspotlight

⬇️LIKE IF YOU BUMPING THIS IN 2020! 👍👍

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2021

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2022

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2022

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Feb.20, 2023

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@b.benmeziane6716

Unpopular opinion, but this song is my favorite from TPAB, and Snoop's groovy hooks really made it glue together.

@Hunterese123

Same, the neo soul feel like it's a Bilal song is so dope, and to have him on the hook is icing on this track

@devilruski

Snoop said hardly another it’s shit

@penalisator7615

@@Hunterese123 Snoop was Soo smooth on the hook

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