Black Friday

[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 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? [Verse 1] If I quote it nigga, I wrote it nigga Six head shots, I’ll erode a nigga Pop another clip and I'm reloaded nigga Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest nigga Do a nigga dirty life's a coal, my nigga Get you cleaned up then I fold you nigga Shout out to the haters who promote a nigga Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar nigga But I don’t like to talk about a Rover nigga Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it nigga Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla nigga Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older nigga Dreamville going way up like a floater nigga Couple hands out like I owe them niggas Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my nigga? No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it nigga [Hook 2] Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain? (Right there let me get that there Talk about it) Fuck do you know ‘bout my dreams? (Talk about it) Nada (If you really believe it, ain't 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, fuck around get lost (Shoutout my nigga 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, fuck around get lost [Verse 2] 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 nigga 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 nigga, different day I never felt that, no way Cause on the same day a nigga 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 fuck six bitches I got six assists nigga 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 nigga fund the man Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn I just cocked back nigga and my gun don’t jam On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand [Outro] It's Cole fuckin’ world nigga Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker "When you and K. Dot shit drop?" Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop... (Censor Tone)