Kendrick Lamar - Black Friday lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar - Black Friday lyrics]
Dick hard like rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you
Handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
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 10
000 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 it'self
I’m rollin’ deep in that
Paper like two Adeles before scholars
I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We here 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
Higher 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 it'self with bears, watch it
Nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1980 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 deplore 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)
Can you handle it? Can you
Handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
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 10
000 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 it'self
I’m rollin’ deep in that
Paper like two Adeles before scholars
I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We here 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
Higher 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 it'self with bears, watch it
Nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1980 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 deplore 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)