Black Friday II (Remix of Kendrick Lamar's 'Alright')

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Black Friday II (Remix of Kendrick Lamar's 'Alright')

Yeah
Ten toes to the ground
Yeah

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
Fuck 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
Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain?

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

Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain?
(Right there let me get that there)
Fuck 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
Niggas lookin’ at you funny when they start to doubt it
Fucking 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 ni*** Ib)
Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?
(El Presidente and shit)
(He want me to talk my shit for y'all)
If I take a ride, f*** around get lost

Cole world you should stay off this dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out staples
A ni*** getting cream like an old ass Laker
But I ain’t coming to talk about all that paper
That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got shit to say
Can’t understand why niggas never got shit to do
You know the saying, same shit ni***, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cause on the same day a ni*** doing different shit
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 shit, 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 bitches I got six assists ni***
The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit
I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit
Then lick the shit, and bit the shit 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 ni*** fund the man
Same man that keep a young ni*** under, damn
I just cocked back ni*** and my gun don’t jam
On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand

It's Cole fuckin’ world ni***
Dreamville in this motherfuc***, Top Dawg in this motherfuc***
"When you and K. Dot shit dropping?"
Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever
But this February, bet shit get scary when I f*** around and drop...