Black Friday
J Cole/Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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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 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on
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 NOLA
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 (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
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-
(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)

Overall Meaning

The song "Black Friday" by J Cole and Kendrick Lamar showcases the two rappers' lyrical prowess and confidence. The opening line "Dick hard like Rottweiler, can you handle it?" sets the tone for their unapologetic and provocative style. The song talks about the state of the music industry and how they are changing the game. Cole and Lamar refer to themselves as "the people's champion" and "god emcees," respectively. They mention their dedication to their craft, from freestyling on lunch tables and park benches to their ten thousand hours in training. They criticize the competition, who they feel tap out too quickly, and question whether it's about money or skill.


As the song progresses, the rappers emphasize their unique styles, blending jazz fusion and trap music, black soul with rock and roll. They talk about their influences, such as 2Pac and Jimi Hendrix. Kendrick Lamar expresses his frustration with the industry's expectations, saying it's "not validation." He mentions TDE, his record label, and the team around him that supports him. Lamar ends the song with a tease, saying he'll "kill this whole f***ing beat if J. Cole says it."


Line by Line Meaning

Dick hard like Rottweiler
Feeling confident and powerful


Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
Challenging others to match his skill and intensity


The whole industry been in shambles
The music industry is in disarray


Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Everyone is fake, but he's moving on to something better


Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Kendrick is loved by the people and impresses critics


Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
His lyrics are powerful and he finds peace in his craft


I like my raps extra prolific
He takes pride in his impactful and meaningful lyrics


Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
He has been honing his skills since his early days


And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
He has put in a significant amount of time and effort to perfect his craft


While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
Despite his involvement in a dangerous lifestyle, he maintained focus and skill


And now we look at the competition as quick submission
He sees his competitors as easily defeated


They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
His opponents give up before they can even be remembered


What this about, is it money or skill?
Questioning the motivations behind success in the industry


Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
Recognizing that success can come from a combination of talent and wealth


You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
He is dedicated to his craft and has a distinct and unique style


I can see y'all incapable
He sees his competition as incapable of reaching his level


To be the God emcees, you know me well
He sees himself as a superior rapper


Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
He is filled with intense emotions and dark thoughts


Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
His background and ancestors have shown his greatness


I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
He has amassed a great deal of wealth


Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
He had natural talent even before becoming educated


We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
He and his peers disrupted the music industry and faced challenges along the way


Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
The music industry is competitive and risky


It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
The impact of the industry can be intense and overwhelming


I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
He is well-prepared for any situation and ready to defend himself


It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
He has the money and resources to handle any legal issues


Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
He acknowledges a higher power that has guided him since his early days


Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
He has experienced a life of danger and crime, but broke free from it


And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
He is strong and fearless, while his enemies suffer in fear


Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
He surrounds himself with strong individuals and warns his enemies of the consequences


This is what they want, I'm the one
He recognizes that he is the desired choice


This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
He is representing a classic and timeless style


I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on
He is following in the footsteps of a legendary figure who influenced the industry


Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
Don't mess with him, it would be a disastrous decision


I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
Expressing support for Kanye West as a presidential candidate


He probably let me get some head inside the residence
If Kanye became president, he believes he would receive special privileges


I'm in the White House going all out
Imagining himself in a position of power and influence


Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Listening to Kanye's album and appreciating American culture


Nothing more influential than rap music
Recognizing the power and impact of rap music


I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
Blending different musical genres to create a unique sound


I mix black soul with some rock and roll
Incorporating elements of soul and rock into his music


They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
He refuses to be limited or confined by anyone, overshadowing his competitors


Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
Diving into deeper aspects of himself and his unique genetic makeup


My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA
His youth was unruly and intense, even compared to the city of New Orleans


A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
He has been unstoppable and constantly moving forward in his music career


Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
Dominating the industry with style and power, he might easily destroy the competition


A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
Showing off his skills and questioning what his opponents have accomplished


D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
Achieving success in a short span of time, from his hometown to the west coast


It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
Others try to use and manipulate him for their own gain


And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
Women are attracted to his fame, but he knows the music industry is not for him


Probably thinking it's for him, only one me
Others may think they can compete, but there is only one unique him


Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
He is keeping control and ownership, not giving in to industry demands


Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
He has learned from the best and is knowledgeable in the music industry


Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
He finds young and inexperienced rappers uninteresting, suggesting they give up


To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
He metaphorically eliminates their careers, while corporations take advantage of them


I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
He releases his energy and creativity, transforming into something unique and powerful


My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
He exudes confidence and wealth, easily paying off anyone who stands in his way


Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
He has amassed a large fortune and gains attention and offers in the morning


You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Others may be rushing, but he understands the value of taking his time


Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
He equips himself with wisdom and knowledge, making him a charismatic and influential figure


So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
He demands payment for his skills, and he dresses stylishly


Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
He channels the spirit of legendary musician Jimi Hendrix when he performs in the studio


I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
He advises someone not to worry or bother him


I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
He is confident in his ability to excel on the track if given the chance


Ib should've never sent the instrumental
The producer should not have given him the beat because he will dominate it


Every time I start writing I get sentimental
He becomes emotional and reflective when he writes songs


This shit is just not fair
He acknowledges that his talent and success may seem unfair to others


But why the fuck should I care?
He doesn't worry about other's opinions or criticisms


The story of your life here
His music represents and tells the stories of many people's lives


Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here
He and J. Cole are destined for greatness, while others will fade away


Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
He attributes his success to a higher power or spiritual force


Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
He believes that 2Pac should be recognized on the Billboard list


But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
He ensures that even if 2Pac is not listed, his legacy will continue


Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Women are captivated and infatuated with him


Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
He enjoys each day and his success, but he still pushes himself to greater heights


Is not validation, nigga this TDE
His success does not define him; he represents Top Dawg Entertainment


And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
His colleagues anticipate and desire his success, which brings them better opportunities


And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations
There are consequences and victims when he takes action, so he warns against provoking him


Whoa
Expressing astonishment or emphasis


Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
He dismisses any accusations against him and destroys evidence of his involvement


Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
He takes a break from exerting his power, but continues to receive financial success


I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
He acknowledges that not everyone can understand or connect with his music


I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
He is confident that he can excel on the track if J. Cole agrees


My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
He appreciates the producer, Ib, for creating the beat and feels compelled to dominate it


I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
He must deliver his best performance to prove that he shouldn't be underestimated


The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest
He enjoys causing chaos and commotion, believing he is the best


Whoa
Expressing astonishment or emphasis


Burnin' my leather-
Ending abruptly, suggesting there is more to be said


(Nah I'm just fuckin' wit cha)
Revealing that the previous line was a joke or not meant to be taken seriously




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

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Comments from YouTube:

@IAmHipHop

I think this should be a Hymn for Hip-Hop!

@Mike-qj5mh

Nah Biggie's song Juicy. That first verse is practically the anthem.

@chiefstar9936

ha

@geofferythegiraffe1

I Am Hip-Hop iiiuuli

@robertcaban5306

there were so many before Juicy. although juicy is ONE of the hip hop anthems

@duronbryant9463

I Am Hip-Hop hell noooo you should pit jeru the damaja and dj premo for hymn

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@j_y_286

"They tappin out before we even get a chance to miss them" - bruuh this aged like wine💀

@VenzyntRoleplay

exactly what i was thinking lol

@john._blazedrula

Kdot from the future dawg…

@mxqdee

Now we looking at competition as quick submission 🔥🔥

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