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Black Friday Lyrics

[Produced by Pharrell Williams & Sounwave]

[Intro]
Yeah
Ten toes to the ground
Yeah
[Hook 1]
Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening
No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning
I got a better way to fight these demons
f*** do you know 'bout my pain? blaow
Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening
No Promethazine I'm a king, no leaning
I got a better way to fight them demons
f*** do you know 'bout my pain?

[Verse 1]
If I quote it n****, I wrote it n****
Six head shots, I'll erode a n****
Pop another clip and I'm reloaded n****
Ain't no way around it, I'm the coldest n****
Do a n**** dirty life's a coal, my n****
Get you cleaned up then I fold you n****
Shout out to the haters who promote a n****
Flow hot, whip cold, I'm bipolar n****
But I don't like to talk about a Rover n****
Keep this s*** a hundred, I just sold it n****
Tired of police looking at me like I stole it n****
Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla n****
Don't need a rollie on to know I'm getting older n****
Dreamville going way up like a floater n****
Couple hands out like I owe them n*****
Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my n****?
No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it n****

[Hook 2]
f*** do you know 'bout my pain?
(Right there let me get that there)
f*** do you know 'bout my dreams?
Nada
(If you really believe it, gotta talk about it
You heard about what happens when you talk about it
n***** lookin' at you funny when they start to doubt it
f****** up your energy when you start to doubt it too)
Rollercoaster ride
(Start to doubt it too)
How much do it cost?
(Start to doubt it)
If I take a ride, f*** around get lost
(Shoutout my n**** Ib)
Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?
(El Presidente and s***)
(He want me to talk my s*** for y'all)
If I take a ride, f*** around get lost
[Verse 2]
Cole world you should stay off this d***
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out staples
A n**** getting cream like an old a** Laker
But I ain't coming to talk about all that paper
That's what they talk about when they ain't got s*** to say
Can't understand why n***** never got s*** to do
You know the saying, same s*** n****, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cause on the same day a n**** doing different s***
Spit different flows hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips
Why I do a lot of shows? I'm the s***, that's it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris
So if I f*** six b****** I got six a**ists n****
The flow sick as s***, catch ebola if you bit this s***
I never take, I invent the s*** then flip the s***
Then lick the s***, and bit the s*** back twice, I'm that nice, woo
What's the plan?
Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam
Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam
I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan
But instead they make a young n**** fund the man
Same man that keep a young n**** under, d***
I just c***ed back n**** and my gun don't jam
On a scale from one to ten I'm a hundred grand
[Outro]
It's Cole f*****' world n****
Dreamville in this m***********, Top Dawg in this m***********
"When you and K. Dot s*** drop?"
b**** never, they can't handle two Black n***** this clever
But this February, bet s*** get scary when I f*** around and drop...
(Censor Tone)
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