J Cole Black Friday Alright Remix Lyrics


Black Friday (Alright Remix) by J. Cole

[J. Cole] 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*ck do you know about my pain? (blow!)

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*ck do you know 'bout my pain?

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

Fuck do you know 'bout my pain? (Right there let me get that there) Fuck do you know 'bout my dreams? Nada (Talk about it, if you really believe it, gotta talk about it N*ggas 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 n*gga Ib) Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost? (El Presidente and shit) (You want me to talk my shit) If I take a ride, fuck 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 N*gga getting creamed 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 n*ggas never got shit to do You know the saying n*gga, same shit different day I never felt that, no way Cause on the same day a n*gga 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 n*gga 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

It's Cole fuckin' world nigga Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker 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 fuck around and drop... *Censored*

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