- Black Friday (Palm Tree Gang x Lukav Remix) 歌词 Kendrick Lamar Palm Tree Gang
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- Palm Tree Gang Black Friday (Palm Tree Gang x Lukav Remix) 歌词
- Kendrick Lamar Palm Tree Gang
- 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
So 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 MSs, 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
I tell a ***** don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole ******’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This **** is just not fair
But why the **** should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
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 ****** on
Play with him, ***** 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
I tell a ***** don’t sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole ******’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This **** is just not fair
But why the **** should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
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