I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Psalm 142
King James Bible

The night is far spent,

Psaume 142 (el Prat de Llobregat)

Same Me

drip 4 u

Grime-laced Houston western trap—dust-and-diesel elegance. Built on a dirty, blown-out 808 and a brass-tuned trumpet lead—half fanfare, half menace. The rhythm slides like chrome on wet pavement, syrup-slow yet aggressive, dripping swing and late-night tension.

The track paints a scene right off Hillcroft: stepping out of the vault like you earned the right to move slow. Cover-girl silhouettes blur in street-light haze—lashes, leather, and glances sharpened like switchblades. The air feels thick—humid, reckless, and sexual. A gentleman’s club sits just a stone’s throw away, doors swinging open like temptation on repeat.

Women spill onto the walk, dollar bills softened against heels and asphalt, sweat-stained perfume mixing with diesel & woods. They’re turning up the free shots, chasing something louder—more danger, more thrill, more currency. Eyes wild...

The hook feels like a dare—more cash, more ass, more ego, more impulse.

No love. No apologies. In sight. 

Just the pulse of nightlife where money talks, woofers wobble, and everyone is one decision away...

Yellow Lights

just goofing around on a track, quick little freestyle concept.

SCREW TAPE

Bam Bam

AvGodz-Petty

ZayZayToGoated - End Zone

Steppin’ into the End Zone with a whole new vibe.

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End Zone

zae - jodye angel freestyle (produced by metalyearsolid x zae)
written by zae
produced by metalyearsolid and zae6ix
recorded by zae
mixed by zae
mastered by metalyearsolid x zae6ix

sample: it's time by nourished by time (2025)
hard candy la familia 2025

ZAE - JODYE ANGEL FREESTYLE (prod. by metalyearsolid x zae6ix)

shit wouldnt be what it is 
if i wouldnt  have took those chances

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

Gucci mane da nova geração e produtor de trillshitttttttt.

@illusoriusmob

Spiritually Led & H-Tine Bred. 
www.dvothecodex.com

ZayZayToGoated | Houston, TX 
16-year-old rapper, singer, and young entrepreneur turning grind and ambition into hard-hitting bars. Some lyrics are real, some are flexes — all packed with energy, attitude, and story. Creative, focused, and unapologetically driven, ZayZayToGoated is carving his lane and making moves on his own terms.

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