Black friday – Kendrick Lamar (lyrics)

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Black friday

D*ck hard like Rottweiler.
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo wooo (black friday).

The whole industry been in shambles.
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel.
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I’m animal for analysts.
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit.
I like my raps extra prolific.
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches.
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training.
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous.
And now we look at the competition as quick submission.
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em.
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real.
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable.
I can see y’all incapable.
To be the God emcees, you know me well.
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister.
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself.
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles.
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips.
We had to shake the game up and you’re flying through turbulence.
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays.
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays.
I’m laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays.
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I’m talking.
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer.
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock.
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion.
Surround itself with bears, watch it n***a, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one.
This is vintage from nineteen-ninety-somethin’.
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on.
Play with him, b***h you better off voting for Donald Trump.
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president.
He probably let me get some head inside the residence.
I’m in the White House going all out.
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans.
Nothing more influential than rap music.
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music.
I mix black soul with some rock and roll.
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you h**s.
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare.
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia.
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career.
Runnin’ this s**t with four pair, son of my b***h, I might demolish.
A b***h right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California.
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him.
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry s**t ain’t for him.
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me. (black friday)
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign.
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them.
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them.
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’.
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman.
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning.
You’re racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important.
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous.
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments.
Jimi Kendrix performing, this f*cking studio haunted (Ah!).
I tell a b***h don’t sweat me (Don’t sweat me).
I kill this whole f*ckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole).
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental.
Every time I start writing I get sentimental.
This s**t is just not fair.
But why the f*ck should I care?
The story of your life here.
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here.
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams.
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn.
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah.
Hoochie, coochie, p*ssies in a trance.
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me.
Is not validation, n***a this TDE.
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings.
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations.
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces.
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments.
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated.
I kill this whole muthaf*cking beat if J. Cole say it.
My n***a Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it.
I gotta lay it, gotta show you f*ckers I’m not to play with.
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the f*ckin’ greatest.
Burnin’ my leather.
(Nah I’m just f*ckin’ wit chaaa)… (black friday)

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