Daydatez & diamondz (Official Audio)

Daydatez & diamondz (Official Audio) Realised by Express Musik (420 Record). Producer: John Skopie Producer: Express Music (420 Records) Beatproduktion: Express Music (420 Records) Associated Performer, Vocals: Jamail Author: Drip Monroe086 Composer Lyricist: Drip Monroe086, Express Music (420 Records) Master: Jamail Studio Personnel, Mixer: Express Music (420 Records), Jamail 👉 Subscribe for more underground rap, dark trap, and real hip hop music. 💬 Drop a comment if you feel the energy. 👍 Like & share to support independent artists. Support us un Instagram: / @expressmusic-p7i If you want to hear more of our crazy music then subscribe to the channel "Express Music" and like the Video to Support our channel. I thank every subscriber and supporter of the channel. Lyrics of this Song: [INTRO] Daydates & Diamonz… You know who stayed. You know who changed. Same streets. Different faces. [VERSE 1] I remember rainy evenings, sitting cramped inside the station, Young and broke, discussing ways to turn the stress into a payment, Everybody called you brother till the pressure hit the pavement, Then the friendship started fading with the smallest complication. Same faces, same places, same dangerous conversations, Same jokes, same smoke, same dreams of better situations, Then one got nervous, started talking, changing statements, Now I hear a different version every time somebody tells it. You were eating at my table, you were sleeping at my place, Now you're giving people stories just to keep yourself safe, That's the part that really hurt — it wasn't money, it was faith, 'Cause betrayal from a stranger never hits you in the same way. I don't need to call you out, everybody knows the history, Funny how you switched the narrative and edited the imagery, Suddenly the day-one's got a brand-new biography, But I remember every detail — that's the difference between us, G. Cali in the air, drysift shining underneath the light, Late-night conversations turning two a.m. into five, We were laughing about the future like we'd already made it right, While the city outside the window kept reminding us of life. [HOOK] No more day ones, I learned the hard way, Some people love your presence but resent you when you elevate, Cali smoke, drysift haze, memories inside the ashtray, Same old streets, but I don't see the same faces. No more fake love, no more “brother” when it's convenient, I can read between the lines, I can tell when you don't mean it, We were building something real while you were building your allegiance, Now the only thing you get from me is distance and silence. [VERSE 2] I remember empty pockets, overdrafts and unpaid notices, Everybody talking big but nobody had the focus yet, Mothers working overtime, younger brothers losing hope again, So we learned to keep our heads down while the pressure kept approaching us. Arguments in stairwells, adrenaline and angry voices, One wrong word, one wrong look, suddenly nobody's making choices, Then you grow up and realize how temporary all that noise is, 'Cause a five-minute decision can become a ten-year consequence. That's why I put it in the music, every memory gets documented, Every scar becomes a sentence, every setback gets acknowledged, Every fake friend gets a verse without a name attached to it, If the shoe fits, wear it — I don't need to fucking advertise it. And I know you still remember all the nights that we were posted, All the secrets that we shared, all the places that we noticed, Now you're acting like a stranger, like the history was bogus, But loyalty ain't something you can fake when shit gets hopeless. Drysift on the paper, Cali scent inside the curtains, Talking 'bout our younger days and everything that wasn't certain, Now the circle got smaller but the people in it perfect, I'd rather have three solid brothers than a hundred fucking versions. [VERSE 3] I got longer with the rhyme because the story got more complicated, Every comma carries context, every pause is calculated, They were smiling in my face while privately they were hating, That's a lesson I remember every time I see the situation. See, the hardest part ain't losing people — it's accepting what they showed you, Realizing that the person that you loved was never who you thought he was, No revenge, no confrontation, I just move accordingly, You can keep the fake apologies — they don't mean shit to me. I don't glorify the struggle, I just tell you what I witnessed, How the hunger changes friendships, how the pressure changes business, How a person says “forever” then disappears the minute shit gets serious, How the loudest fucking loyalty can turn into the quickest witness. So here's to every night we thought we'd never make it through, Every broken conversation, every friend we had to lose, Every lesson that was painful but eventually became the truth, And every time they tried to bury us — we came back with something new. [OUTRO] Daydates & Diamonz.