{"id":44915,"created_at":"2018-11-23 10:42:23","updated_at":"2021-04-18 07:22:22","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2018-11-23 10:42:23","original_id":null,"artist_id":25107,"title":"BLACK Friday","slug":"black-friday","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Cutting of the fake ones \r\nmoving to the real \r\n\r\nmoney seekers\r\n\r\nTHEM Real NiggerS \r\nFOR THE TEAM\r\n\r\nfound depression a state \r\n\r\nI built these walls \r\n made depression a state man I \r\nNamed it after enemies \r\n \r\nThe closest niggers those who \r\n took the boy to the hills\r\nI took my lessons like a king\r\nYou know gave them no dout\r\nThey put a crown on me\r\nThen I dub you the prince \r\n\r\nHunger was your demon\r\nAnd I fed it well\r\nI get it\r\n\r\nTook your mind to a place \r\nTook your smile from your face \r\nPut the hate in your heart \r\nAnd now you bleeding \r\nWith no cut\r\n\r\n\r\n I diD it on a jigga beat just to show\r\nYou class\r\n\r\nThis your boy I played with toys \r\nUsed my woody piece\r\nTo knock light years the buzz\r\n\r\nSo I get what You needed\r\nWas a touch of exquisite\r\nA dash of my shine \r\n\r\nWe rode together \r\nYou was Judas \r\nAnd I still passed the wine \r\n\r\nLike black Jesus acting \r\nBudda with my shine.\r\n\r\nOwe boy you shouldn't \r\ntouch what's mine.\r\nNo not what's mine\r\n\r\nDon't touch it","download_count":221,"play_count":24,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-18","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5bf\/7bc\/107\/thumb_141079_300_300_0_0_crop.png","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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Cutting of the fake ones
moving to the real
money seekers
THEM Real NiggerS
FOR THE TEAM
found depression a state
I built these walls
made depression a state man I
Named it after enemies
The closest niggers those who
took the boy to the hills
I took my lessons like a king
You know gave them no dout
They put a crown on me
Then I dub you the prince
Hunger was your demon
And I fed it well
I get it
Took your mind to a place
Took your smile from your face
Put the hate in your heart
And now you bleeding
With no cut
I diD it on a jigga beat just to show
You class
This your boy I played with toys
Used my woody piece
To knock light years the buzz
So I get what You needed
Was a touch of exquisite
A dash of my shine
We rode together
You was Judas
And I still passed the wine
Like black Jesus acting
Budda with my shine.
Owe boy you shouldn't
touch what's mine.
No not what's mine
Don't touch it
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