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Friday
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Friday wurde am 8. November 2025 von Zone.M0B.Entertainment als Teil des Albums B.Y.A.K veröffentlicht
AlbumB.Y.A.K
8. November 2025
LabelZone.M0B.Entertainment
SpracheEnglish
BPM89
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Think they can fuck with me
Who I be
I'm DAVID
AZ king
Stacking the collard greens
While the sun beams
Breaking no B-Boy dreams
Through the fucking screen
From tip top wristwatch
Diamonds on flip-flop
Like feet with no socks
I breakout beat-box
Make y'all feel detox
From those who grit not
Try me like I'm pops
They my sons I kid not
What up ****
Shiiiiit
Welcome to the life of me
A young mother fucker
Hearing sirens scream
Witnessing
BLAM
Choppa shooting through the seems
While the sun beams Shit it's just AZ things
But on the flip there was peace
I never gang banged or sold dope
I stayed clean
But the world around me
Was downing and drowning
With
Undead beings that walk like zombies
Or shoot till lungs cease I had to breathe
Keep it cool calm and collective
Don't fuck up or else you would be headless
Reckless if you think you could
Survive the trenches
Better hope your parents is not meth heads
Cause shit brodie
The things you see in this life as human beings
Is gun drugs hoes and money
People acting like dummies
Rich keep making hundreds
Wars start over something
We dont know for nothing
We still work for something
Where I'm from choppas busting
Hunting leaving mummies
Shipped off sirens coming
Same time next week on Sunday
Pray good times are coming
Dark days never sunny
Except those who make the money
Keep it stepping HOMIE
Shit ain't that a trip
This shit here normal bitch
I switch like blade
And sticking to getting paid
I'm blowing up like hand grenade
My homies they do gunplay
But me
Nowhere the same
I'm sticking to my grades
Cause shit man
I cant be dying gotta keep on trying
Steady grinding
Smoking weed to past the timing
Playing games to keep me vibing
But outside there's mamas crying
From unwanted bullets flying
Over shit past you and I am
Shiiit
You would have thought it was nighttime
The way there son's are dying
Shoulda kept it silent
Now her baby colder than the climate
Gotta stop the violence
Shit cause when I was a kid
I grew up with the words of giants
Beast who all ain't scared of riding
If they diss the family sliding
Peaceful don't attract the violence
Equal we are you and I am
They all told me keep it rhyming
Stay humble stay steady griding
If someone does come and try him
Roar it out like you a lion but
**** you know what's up yuh
Never they check my chin
I stand against the wind
Yet time and time again
People faking pretend
Acting like they gone spin
Baby sharks and friends
Y'all some fucking kids
Grabbing shovels and sand
Yall ain't really down to throw down
With pounds
Going r round for round
Swinging up up
Then down
Instead they ch chopping sounds
Bitchen w word to mouth
Sn snitching like they some mouse
Scratching turn tables round
And they all fables now
All you pussies is some clowns
Ill burry you with the sounds
While I blow smoke by the pound
No demons just angels now
Got me walking on the clouds
I am the chosen child
I am the ghost in crowds
Still I exclaim it loud
Put my eraser down
Easy how words come out
Straight to my head like
BLOW
Smack the car glass the sounds
B-B-B Blasting rounds
These lyrics I stream it out
Like how I be pissing all on the game
Don't do it for no diamond chains
I do this shit for the pain
The blood that was spilled in vain
Them trials that we maintain
Them obstacles overcame
The shit that makes us insane
I'm scratching on my membrane
And I conquer I stop like monster
I'm fly like saucer
Won't lie I'm awesome
Steaming like pasta
Shaggy like rasta
I'm bigga bossed up
Lines feel like lava heat
Heat burns through aura
Cause
The things I seen in this life as a human being
Is gun drugs hoes and money
People acting like dummies
Rich keep making hundreds
Wars start over something
We don't know for nothing
We still work for something
Where I'm from choppas busting
Hunting leaving mummies
Shipped off sirens coming
Same time next week on Sunday
Pray good times are coming
Dark days never sunny
Except those who make the money
Keep it stepping HOMIE
Written by: David Jacquez

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