J Cole – Black Friday (Alright Remix)

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J.Cole Remixes Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Alright’

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Lyrics Below:

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
fu*k do you know ‘bout 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
fu*k 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 reloading nigga
Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest nigga
Do a nigga dirty like it’s coal, my nigga
Get you clinked up then I fold you nigga
Shout out to the haters who at promote a nigga
Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar nigga
But I don’t like to talk about a Rover nigga
Keep this sh*t a hundred, I just sold it nigga
Tired of police looking at me like I stole it nigga
Probably just gonna cop a new Corolla nigga
Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older nigga
Dreamville going up 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]
fu*k do you know ‘bout my pain?
(Fight there let me get that…)
fu*k do you know ‘bout my dreams?
Nada
(Talk about it, if you really believe it, gotta talk about it
Niggas lookin’ at you funny when they start to doubt it
fu*king up your energy when you start to doubt it too)
Rollercoaster ride start to doubt you
How much do it cost, start to doubt it
If I take a ride, fu*k around get lost
(Shoutout my nigga E)
Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost
(El Presidente and sh*t)
(You want me to talk my sh*t [?])
If I take a ride, fu*k 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
Nigga 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 sh*t to say
Can’t understand why niggas never got sh*t to do
You know the saying nigga, same sh*t different day
I never felt that, no way
Cause on the same day a nigga doing different sh*t
Spit different flows hit different chicks
My Brixton hoes give me fish and chips
Why I do a lot of shows? I’m the sh*t, that’s it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris
So if I fu*k six bi*ches I got six assists nigga
The flow sick as sh*t, catch ebola if you bit this sh*t
I never take, I invent the sh*t then flip the sh*t
Then lick the sh*t, and bit the sh*t 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 and my gun don’t jam
On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand

[Outro]
Cole fu*kin’ world
Dreamville in this motherfu*ker, Top Dawg in this motherfu*ker
When you and K. Dot sh*t dropping?
bi*ch never, they can’t handle two black niggas this clever
But this Feburary, bet sh*t get scary when I fu*k around and drop…
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