black friday

dick hard like rottweiler

can you handle it? can you handle it? woo woo

woo woo

the whole industry been in shambles

everybody fugazi

i'm just changing the channel

kendrick lamar

the people's champion

i'm animal for analysts

career damaging verses

meditating with candles lit

i like my raps extra prolific

since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches

and i won't mention my ten thousand hours in training

while juggling gang-banging

my balancing 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 rollin' 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 flying 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 talking

hiiigher power

every other hour since eddie bauer

since stash boxes and lead showers

breaking the padlock

and the dead coward dying 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 near the sun

play with him

bitch you better off voting for donald trump

i'm yelling mr. kanye west for president

he probably let me get some head inside the residence

i'm in the white house going all out

bumping 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-ing all you hoes

oh yea

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?

d-bo

all of it one year

mississippi to california

it gets annoying

niggas wanna deploy him

and bitches wanna adore him

but industry shit ain't for him

probably thinking it's for him

only one me

swallowed the key and kicking the door in

never leasing my foreign

mr. valevictorian 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 snapping off my endorphins

i alien mighty morphin'

my radiance rather gorgeous

hundred bill to the doorman

hundred mil in my fortune

they call me back in the morning

you're racing 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 performing

this fucking studio haunted

i tell a bitch don't sweat me

i kill this whole fuckin' beat if cole let me

ib should've never sent the instrumental

every time i start writing i get sentimental

this shit is just not fair

but why the fuck should i care?

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 number 9 makes sure he lives on

yeah

hoochie

coochie

pussies in a trance

every day a celebration

but even the valley peaking me

is not validation

nigga this tde

and my doggies be salivating

salaries

better ratings

and casualties all around me

don't make me do demonstrations

whoa

murder my allegations and burning my finger traces

adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments

i'm sorry y'all not relating

this party is reservated

i kill this whole muthafucking 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-