Black Friday lyrics

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...