Wacced Out Mural by Kendrick Lamar

Song Details

• Song Name: wacced out murals (styled in lowercase)
• Album: GNX, Kendrick Lamar’s sixth studio album
• First Genre: Hip-Hop / Rap
• Second Genre: (Not explicitly listed—this track seems firmly rooted in hip-hop; no second genre is noted)
• Release Date: November 22, 2024
• Estimated Budget: Information on the song’s budget or production cost is not publicly available
• Beats per Minute (BPM): Not specified in the sources I found
• Sur Scale: Not mentioned or available in existing coverage

International Chart Peak Positions (2024):

• Australia (ARIA): No. 18
• Australia Hip-Hop/R&B (ARIA): No. 5
• New Zealand: No. 9
• Latvia: No. 10
• Lithuania: No. 14
• UK Streaming: No. 24
• Sweden: No. 44
• Norway: No. 37
• Luxembourg: No. 25
• Poland: No. 64

Credits & Production

Producers: Sounwave, Jack Antonoff, Craig Balmoris, Dahi, Frano, Tyler Reese (with additional production from Matthew “M-Tech” Bernard and Tim Maxey)
Vocals: Features vocals by Mexican mariachi singer Deyra Barrera, who also co-wrote the song with Kendrick Lamar

Lyrics & Themes

• The song begins with a Spanish vocal intro by Deyra Barrera
• Kendrick reflects on mixed reactions to being named headliner for the 2025 Super Bowl Halftime Show, including disappointment over lack of support and recognition—especially noting that only Nas congratulated him.
• He addresses Lil Wayne’s public disappointment that he wasn’t selected (particularly poignant since the event is in Wayne’s hometown, New Orleans)
• He names other figures like Snoop Dogg, who publicly shared Drake’s AI-assisted diss track, implying disappointment and perceived betrayal.
• Lyrics extend to critique hypocrisy among industry moguls—citing figures like Diddy and Jay-Z, and referencing murky alliances and financial motives (e.g., Bitcoin and power dynamics)
• The mural imagery symbolizes both legacy and betrayal—famously tied to a vandalized mural in Compton that becomes a metaphor for how respect can be easily tarnished.

Song Lyrics

Siento aquí tu presencia
La noche de anoche
Y nos ponemos a llorar

Yesterday, somebody whacked out my mural
That energy’ll make you niggas move to Europe
But it’s regular for me, yeah, that’s for sure
The love and hate is definite without a cure
All this talk is bitch-made, that’s on my Lord
I’ll kill ’em all before I let ’em kill my joy
I done been through it all, what you endure?
It used to be fuck that nigga, but now it’s plural
Fuck everybody, that’s on my body
My blick first then God got me
I watch ’em pander with them back-handed compliments
Put they head on a Cuban link as a monument
I paid homage and I always mind my business
I made the-
I never lost who I am for a rap image
It’s motivation if you wonder how I did it

Yeah, nigga, go and up your rank
Know you a god even when they say you ain’t
Yeah, nigga, keep your feelings out the way
Never let no one put smut up on your name
Yeah, nigga, keep your head down and work like I do
But understand, everybody ain’t gon’ like you
Yeah, nigga, if they say it’s love, you’ve been lied to
A couple rules of engagements, I’ma guide you

Que reflejan tu mirada
La noche, tú y yo

Ridin’ in my GNX with Anita Baker in the tape deck
It’s gon’ be a sweet love
Fuck apologies, I wanna see y’all geeked up
Don’t acknowledge me then maybe we can say it’s fair
Take it to the internet and I’ma take it there
Miss my uncle Lil’ Mane, he said that he would kill me if I didn’t make it
Now I’m possessed by a spirit and they can’t take it
Used to bump Tha Carter III, I held my Rollie chain proud
Irony, I think my hard work let Lil Wayne down

Whatever though, call me crazy, everybody questionable
Turn me to an Eskimo, I drew the line and decimals
Snoop posted Taylor Made, I prayed it was the edibles
I couldn’t believe it, it was only right for me to let it go
Won the Super Bowl and Nas the only one congratulate me
All these niggas agitated, I’m just glad they showin’ they faces
Quite frankly, plenty artists, but they outdated
Old-ass flows, tryna convince me that you their favorite

This is not for lyricists, I swear it’s not the sentiments
Fuck a double entendre, I want y’all to feel this shit
Old soul, bitch, I probably built them pyramids
Ducking strays when I rap battled in the Nickersons
Where you from? Not where I’m from, we all indigenous
Against all odds, I squabbled up for them dividends
Against all odds, I showed up as a gentleman
I done lost plenty friends, sixteen to be specific
Put that on my kids’ children, we gon’ see the future first
They like, “Dot big trippin’, ” I just want what I deserve
What bridge they done burnt? All of them, it’s over with
I’m doin’ what COVID did, they’ll never get over it

Yeah, nigga, go and up your rank
Know you a god even when they say you ain’t
Yeah, nigga, keep your feelings out the way
Never let no one put smut up on your name
Yeah, nigga, keep your head down and work like I do
But understand, everybody ain’t gon’ like you
Yeah, nigga, if they say it’s love, you’ve been lied to
A couple rules of engagements here to guide you

Niggas from my city couldn’t entertain old boy
Promisin’ bank transactions and even Bitcoin
I never peaced it up, that shit don’t sit well with me
Before I take a truce, I’ll take ’em to hell with me
If that money got in the hands of a crash dummy
Could jeopardize my family and burden the ones who love me
Niggas mad ’cause I decided not to pretend
Y’all stay politically correct, I’ma do what I did

Ain’t no sympathy here, this shit’s hilarious
It’s a lot of opinions but no power to carry it
2025, they still movin’ on some scary shit
Tell ’em quit they job and pay the real niggas their severance
Don’t insult my intelligence, I’m not just for the television
Teleport to Bullets Road and dig up all my relatives
Okay, nigga, let’s settle it, these niggas been fake loyal
Since y’all pandering to choose a side, let me do it for you
Okay, fuck your hip-hop, I watched the party just die
Niggas cackling about- while all of y’all is on trial
Niggas thought that I was antisocial when I stayed inside of my house
You better off to have one woman, everything tricky right now

You niggas live in denial
Ay, fuck anybody empathetic to the other side, I vow
A bitch nigga love bitch niggas, they exist with ’em in style
Exterminate ’em right now
Make Katt Williams and them proud, the truth ’bout to get loud
No juice inside of my cup, I sober up and knock ’em all off
Don’t let no white comedian talk about no black woman, that’s law
I know propaganda work for them and fuck whoever that’s close to them
The niggas that coon, the niggas that bein’ groomed, slide on both of them
You ever ate Cap’n Crunch and proceeded to put water in it?
Pulled over by the law, you ridin’ dirty, so you can’t argue with ’em?
Then make it to be a star, bare your soul and put your heart up in it? Well, I did
Whacked the murals out but it ain’t no legends if my legend ends

Review & Critical Insight

Kendrick Lamar’s “wacced out murals” opens his 2024 album GNX with a raw, reflective, and confrontational tone, weaving together personal vulnerability and sharp cultural critique. The track captures Lamar’s disappointment over the muted support for his Super Bowl Halftime Show headliner announcement, contrasting Nas’s loyalty with Lil Wayne’s public frustration and Snoop Dogg’s perceived betrayal. Through layered production blending hip-hop grit with mariachi vocals from Deyra Barrera, Kendrick explores themes of loyalty, legacy, and disillusionment in the music industry, using the metaphor of vandalized murals in Compton to symbolize how respect, like art, can be easily defaced. Critics have praised the song for its fearless honesty, its nuanced storytelling, and its ability to set the stage for an album that balances personal reflection with broader commentary on fame, power, and cultural identity. Keep reading Hitzwow to learn about the emerging hits.