Artist: Kendrick Lamar Album: Black Friday (S) Song: Black Friday * Typed by: Cedmaster3K * set to "A Tale of 2 Citiez" instrumental by J. Cole [Kendrick Lamar] Dick hard like Rottweiler, can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo woo woo woo woo! The whole industry been in shambles Everybody fugazi, I'm just changin' the channel Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts Career damagin' verses, meditatin' with candles lit I like my raps extra prolific Since freestylin' on lunch tables and park benches And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training While jugglin' gang-bangin', my balancin' 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 +Rolling 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 flyin' 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 talkin' higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer Since stash boxes and lead showers, breakin' the padlock And the dead coward dyin' 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 niggas on Play with him, bitch you better off votin' for Donald Trump I'm yellin' Mr. Kanye West for president He probably let me get some head inside the residence I'm in the White House goin' all out Bumpin' "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-in' all you hoes Oh yeah, 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? Deebo all of it one year, Mississippi to California It gets annoyin', niggas wanna deploy him And bitches wanna adore him but industry shit ain't for him Probably thinkin' it's for him, only one me Swallowed the key and kickin' the door in, never leasin' my foreign Mr. Valedictorian 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 snappin' off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin' My radiance rather gorgeous, $100 bill to the doorman Hundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning You're racin' 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 performin', this fucking studio haunted (ahhhh!) 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 writin', I get sentimental {*sniff*} This shit is just not fair {*sniff*} But why the fuck should I care? {*sniff*} 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 #9 makes sure he lives on, yeah Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance Every day a celebration But even the valley peakin' me is not validation Nigga this TDE and my doggies be salivatin' Salaries, better ratings and casualties all around me don't make me do demonstrations Whoa! ... Murder my allegations and burnin' my finger traces Adjournin' my power patience and earnin' royalty payments I'm sorry, y'all not relatin', this party is reservated I kill this whole mothafuckin' 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 d- (nah I'm just fuckin' wit'cha...)