
Vanity Slaves
2024
4:35
Official Music Video
Vanity Slaves by Kendrick Lamar
Lyrics & Translation
English
Uh-uh-uh, what up?
Uh, I'm tryna, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna get something
Uh-uh-uh, I'm tryna, what up?
I say, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna
Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lie
Sometimes I wanna school the youth, sometimes I wanna ride
Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe
Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song's 'bout a young boy
That's going wild inside, when my world collide
With your world where your girl and your kids reside
We kill the facades, we feel free to fly
We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much, if my clothes is new
If my ride is plush, if my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong
Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
So she can be cool to be amongst popularity
The various name brands that reached the price scan
It's not about the right price, but more like the right scam
To rule us all, confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
Now let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
And a Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
That lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward? Then I rewind
A time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are, farther you're from the white man's home
Negro spiritual songs gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity they parted our families
They put us in hundred-degree shade, and outside we bathed
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules
And trapped our minds in a cage, our freedom was so vague
Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, uh!
And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smarts
And a smirk could get you hurt, wounded first from a scar
Four-hundred years of nothing, four-hundred years of suffering
Four-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducation
See what we facing is now coming back to the roots
Remember whips on our back and if we would run they would shoot?
Call us niggers and figured that we never live in pursuit
Of happiness, we're capturing these feelings in things that we do
Thought it's abstinence in slavery, but we made it come to
A modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie
Her handbag gotta be Gucci, it's fake then she fool me
She still bad though, and her fake Gucci ain't that bad though
We filling up the gas for Rollies
Upgrade to twenty-sixes after riding Kobes
My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
Slaves
Uh, I said the four-hundred years we never had nothing
Barely had clothes on our back
It's the reason why when we get a little bit of change
We over-exaggerate on our living expenses
So if you get your first big check and you cop a chain before you buy a house
You're a vanity slave
If you're a female and you got four, five, six rings on your finger
Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing
You're a vanity slave
If you got an '02 Monte Carlo with twenty-fours on it
And on the back of the window it says "Get on my level, hoe."
You're a vanity slave
We're all vanity slaves
And with that being said, can somebody please tell me where the mall at?
I'm not from around here
Hey Ali, where we at? Idaho?
Yeah nigga, you know the first of the month
Let them checks coming nigga
I'm tryna get some, but what up?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.

Spanish translation of Vanity Slaves by Kendrick Lamar
Vanity Slaves* (original Kendrick Lamar)
Uh-uh-uh, what up?
Uh, I'm tryna, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna get something
Uh-uh-uh, I'm tryna, what up?
I say, what up?
Uh-uh, I'm tryna
Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lie
Sometimes I wanna school the youth, sometimes I wanna ride
Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe
Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song's 'bout a young boy
That's going wild inside, when my world collide
With your world where your girl and your kids reside
We kill the facades, we feel free to fly
We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
I care about my pride too much, if my clothes is new
If my ride is plush, if my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed
I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong
Insecurity roams the black community
Homes where kids must have jewelry
The high school female need earrings and details
So she can be cool to be amongst popularity
The various name brands that reached the price scan
It's not about the right price, but more like the right scam
To rule us all, confuse us all
Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw
Now let's draw the picture of a rapper with a chain
And a Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house
That lives around his neck like a white collar
So why fast forward? Then I rewind
A time machine can help me double back to slavery times
Picking cotton from a field that a white man own
The blacker you are, farther you're from the white man's home
Negro spiritual songs gave us some type of sanity
Before your vanity they parted our families
They put us in hundred-degree shade, and outside we bathed
The more we were afraid, the more they made rules
And trapped our minds in a cage, our freedom was so vague
Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, uh!
And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smarts
And a smirk could get you hurt, wounded first from a scar
Four-hundred years of nothing, four-hundred years of suffering
Four-hundred years of tears and tribulation, miseducation
See what we facing is now coming back to the roots
Remember whips on our back and if we would run they would shoot?
Call us niggers and figured that we never live in pursuit
Of happiness, we're capturing these feelings in things that we do
Thought it's abstinence in slavery, but we made it come to
A modern perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie
Her handbag gotta be Gucci, it's fake then she fool me
She still bad though, and her fake Gucci ain't that bad though
We filling up the gas for Rollies
Upgrade to twenty-sixes after riding Kobes
My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya
He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors
So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw
The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss
Slaves
Uh, I said the four-hundred years we never had nothing
Barely had clothes on our back
It's the reason why when we get a little bit of change
We over-exaggerate on our living expenses
So if you get your first big check and you cop a chain before you buy a house
You're a vanity slave
If you're a female and you got four, five, six rings on your finger
Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercing
You're a vanity slave
If you got an '02 Monte Carlo with twenty-fours on it
And on the back of the window it says "Get on my level, hoe."
You're a vanity slave
We're all vanity slaves
And with that being said, can somebody please tell me where the mall at?
I'm not from around here
Hey Ali, where we at? Idaho?
Yeah nigga, you know the first of the month
Let them checks coming nigga
I'm tryna get some, but what up?
Vanity Slaves (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Uh-uh-uh, ¿qué pasa?
Uh, estoy intentando, ¿qué pasa?
Uh-uh, estoy intentando conseguir algo
Uh-uh-uh, estoy intentando, ¿qué pasa?
Digo, ¿qué pasa?
Uh-uh, estoy intentando
A veces quiero irme, a veces quiero llorar
A veces odio soportar la verdad, a veces quiero mentir
A veces quiero educar a la juventud, a veces quiero pasear
A veces quiero no pensar, a veces quiero vibrar
A veces quiero poner Tribe y desconectar, esta canción trata sobre un chico joven
Que se está volviendo loco por dentro, cuando mi mundo choca
Con tu mundo donde tu chica y tus hijos residen
Matamos las fachadas, nos sentimos libres para volar
Somos pájaros que reservan en el cielo carismático
Me importa demasiado mi orgullo, si mi ropa es nueva
Si mi coche es lujoso, si mi pelo está cortado, si mis diamantes están aplastados
Me miro en el espejo, ¿estoy lo suficientemente a la moda? Incorrecto
La inseguridad vaga por la comunidad negra
Hogares donde los niños deben tener joyas
La chica de la escuela secundaria necesita aretes y detalles
Para que pueda ser genial para estar entre la popularidad
Las diversas marcas de renombre que alcanzaron el escaneo de precios
No se trata del precio correcto, sino más bien de la estafa correcta
Para gobernarnos a todos, confundirnos a todos
Ir al banco en cinco minutos y luego retirar
Ahora dibujemos la imagen de un rapero con una cadena
Y un Range que no está pagado
Mi primo del Sur dijo que se acaba de comprar una casa
Que vive alrededor de su cuello como un cuello blanco
Entonces, ¿por qué avanzar rápido? Luego rebobino
Una máquina del tiempo puede ayudarme a retroceder a los tiempos de la esclavitud
Recogiendo algodón de un campo que un hombre blanco posee
Cuanto más negro eres, más lejos estás de la casa del hombre blanco
Las canciones espirituales negras nos dieron algún tipo de cordura
Antes de tu vanidad, separaron a nuestras familias
Nos pusieron a la sombra de cien grados, y afuera nos bañamos
Cuanto más teníamos miedo, más reglas hacían
Y atraparon nuestras mentes en una jaula, nuestra libertad era tan vaga
No podía verlo con los ojos de Tracee Ross, ¡uh!
Y la escuela estaba exenta, mira, no podíamos tener inteligencia
Y una sonrisa podría lastimarte, herido primero por una cicatriz
Cuatrocientos años de nada, cuatrocientos años de sufrimiento
Cuatrocientos años de lágrimas y tribulación, mala educación
Mira, lo que enfrentamos ahora está volviendo a las raíces
¿Recuerdas los látigos en nuestra espalda y si corríamos nos disparaban?
Nos llaman negros y pensaron que nunca viviríamos en busca
De la felicidad, estamos capturando estos sentimientos en las cosas que hacemos
Pensé que era abstinencia en la esclavitud, pero lo hicimos llegar a
Una perspectiva moderna, mi selección de zapatos tiene que ser Louie
Su bolso tiene que ser Gucci, es falso entonces ella me engaña
Ella todavía es mala, aunque, y su Gucci falso no es tan malo, aunque
Estamos llenando el gas para Rollies
Actualizar a veintiséis después de montar Kobes
Mi primo del Sur, la esclavitud comienza en el Sur y te apuesto
Que compensa en exceso la vida de sus antepasados
Así que échale la culpa a los cuatrocientos años que nunca vimos
La razón por la que los próximos cuatrocientos tenemos que presumir
Esclavos
Uh, dije los cuatrocientos años que nunca tuvimos nada
Apenas teníamos ropa en nuestra espalda
Es la razón por la que cuando obtenemos un poco de cambio
Exageramos en nuestros gastos de vida
Así que si obtienes tu primer gran cheque y compras una cadena antes de comprar una casa
Eres un esclavo de la vanidad
Si eres una mujer y tienes cuatro, cinco, seis anillos en tu dedo
Cuatro agujeros en tu oreja izquierda y una perforación en la nariz
Eres un esclavo de la vanidad
Si tienes un Monte Carlo '02 con veinticuatro en él
Y en la parte posterior de la ventana dice "Ponte a mi nivel, perra".
Eres un esclavo de la vanidad
Todos somos esclavos de la vanidad
Y con eso dicho, ¿alguien puede decirme dónde está el centro comercial?
No soy de por aquí
Hey Ali, ¿dónde estamos? ¿Idaho?
Sí, negro, ya sabes el primero del mes
Dejen que lleguen los cheques, negro
Estoy intentando conseguir algo, pero ¿qué pasa?
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