Black Friday Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

Dick hard like Rottweiler 

Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo 

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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 nigga, you share a profit, ah! 

This is what they want, I'm the one 

This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin' 

I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun 

Play with him, bitch 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 hoes 

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 shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish 

A bitch 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 shit ain't for him 

Probably thinking it's for him, only one me 

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 fucking studio haunted (Ah!) 

I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me) 

I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole) 

Ib should've never sent the instrumental 

Every time I start writing I get sentimental 

This shit is just not fair 

But why the fuck 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, pussies in a trance 

Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me 

Is not validation, nigga this TDE 

And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings 

And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations 

Whoa 

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 muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it 

My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it 

I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with 

The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest 

Whoa 

Burnin' my leather- 

(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha) 

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