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fraudulent fakers\nWhat kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?\n\nWe on now, we pulling off the lot\nBrake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top\nShine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot\nStrapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot\nBut front, I'll make it pop\n\nThey don't do it how we do\nNiggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)\nEverything new (new)\nSpikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins)\nWe up, nigga\n\nVisualize everything I needed and dreamed (uh-huh)\nPenalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)\nGuns in your video get you locked in tha' bing\nYeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean\n\nMurder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up\nCharity work, parking tickets and no charges\nFuck nigga, you fucked over your father\nWhen he gave you a dick should have been a bitch in pajamas\n\nI made my first million fucking dollars\nBought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me\nMade my second million dollars, bought a chopper 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Whoo!\n\nSo what I grew up with them niggas\nI ain't stuck with them niggas\nWe from the same hood\nBut I don't fuck with them niggas\nIf shit pop off\nI touch one of them niggas\nCut one of them niggas\nPoke one of them niggas\nBeg for mercy number four\n\nI'm so hood\nFirst LP 10 million sold I'm so good\nI thought niggas would love to see me shine\nBut it's makin them sick\nTo see me gettin' mines\nGot that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti\nGot the Range after partin' wit the new Ferrari\nIf it's makin' you sick\nTo see me blow I'm sorry\n\nDude we used to be cool\nBut I ain't stuck with you nigga\nI grew up with you nigga\nBut I don't fuck with you nigga\nGot shot in the back\nThen turned around and got shot in the eye\nLabels Tupac lay down and die\nThere's a message in my music can you hear it God?\n\nThe man's never gonna blow\nAnother reason why\nThis disease infested\nWhen I spit it any nigga can get it\nPunks frontin' in they rhymes\nThat ass'll be flatlined\nCan't we all just get along we used to be friends?\nNah, fuck that man\nWe used to pretend\n\nThese niggas is comedians\nI thought I was tight funny\nFive called tellin' niggas mugged me\nBet on my new surreal shit\nWould you bail a nigga out son\nIf you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you\nAnd wouldn't let you hold a gun?\nThink about it\nHaha ha!\n\nAw man\nI'm havin' too much fun with this rap shit man\nI love this shit man (bulletproof)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.65] Ohhhh! Whoo!\n[00:10.43] So what I grew up with them niggas\n[00:12.53] I ain't stuck with them niggas\n[00:13.58] We from the same hood\n[00:14.85] But I don't fuck with them niggas\n[00:16.25] If shit pop off\n[00:17.37] I touch one of them niggas\n[00:18.62] Cut one of them niggas\n[00:20.11] Poke one of them niggas\n[00:21.41] Beg for mercy number four\n[00:23.14] I'm so hood\n[00:24.26] First LP 10 million sold I'm so good\n[00:26.32] I thought niggas would love to see me shine\n[00:28.72] But it's makin them sick\n[00:29.73] To see me gettin' mines\n[00:31.31] Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti\n[00:33.67] Got the Range after partin' wit the new Ferrari\n[00:36.42] If it's makin' you sick\n[00:37.83] To see me blow I'm sorry\n[00:39.04] Dude we used to be cool\n[00:40.49] But I ain't stuck with you nigga\n[00:42.45] I grew up with you nigga\n[00:43.69] But I don't fuck with you nigga\n[00:44.94] Got shot in the back\n[00:46.39] Then turned around and got shot in the eye\n[00:48.07] Labels Tupac lay down and die\n[00:49.88] There's a message in my music can you hear it God?\n[00:52.98] The man's never gonna blow\n[00:53.80] Another reason why\n[00:55.23] This disease infested\n[00:56.47] When I spit it any nigga can get it\n[00:58.06] Punks frontin' in they rhymes\n[00:59.36] That ass'll be flatlined\n[01:00.41] Can't we all just get along we used to be friends?\n[01:03.04] Nah, fuck that man\n[01:04.62] We used to pretend\n[01:05.67] These niggas is comedians\n[01:07.21] I thought I was tight funny\n[01:08.75] Five called tellin' niggas mugged me\n[01:10.48] Bet on my new surreal shit\n[01:11.83] Would you bail a nigga out son\n[01:13.89] If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you\n[01:15.15] And wouldn't let you hold a gun?\n[01:16.16] Think about it\n[01:17.41] Haha ha!\n[01:19.38] Aw man\n[01:20.57] I'm havin' too much fun with this rap shit man\n[01:22.99] I love this shit man (bulletproof)\n[01:25.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Grew Up\n artist: 50 Cent\n album: Maybe We Crazy\n duration_ms: 91350\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ohhhh! 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matador\n I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy\n Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth\n Build with the gods and double knowledge of self\n\n Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion\n That pussy make a weak nigga break down\n So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?\n You want the cheeks, she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat\n\n I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me\n Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from\n I'm a Southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine\n You be that next nigga coroners come outline\n\n You ain't made of what I'm made of\n You a bum nigga with a bum bitch\n Her shoes come from Bakers\n Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers\n What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?\n\n We on now, we pulling off the lot\n Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top\n Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot\n Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot\n But front, I'll make it pop\n\n They don't do it how we do\n Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)\n Everything new (new)\n Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins)\n We up, nigga\n\n Visualize everything I needed and dreamed (uh-huh)\n Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)\n Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing\n Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean\n\n Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up\n Charity work, parking tickets and no charges\n Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father\n When he gave you a dick should have been a bitch in pajamas\n\n I made my first million fucking dollars\n Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me\n Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular\n I'm scared, this shit don't happens to everybody\n\n I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer\n Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single\n Twenty thou', she got a hell of a ad lib\n I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot\n\n We on now, we pulling off the lot\n Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top\n Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot\n Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot\n But front, I'll make it pop\n\n They don't do it how we do\n Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)\n Everything new (new)\n Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins)\n\n Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast\n Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch\n It feels like a nigga dreamin'\n Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'\n\n Bulls eye, that's what we came for\n The bread, now a nigga run the game boy\n I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard\n Aloof livin', I came up so hard\n No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain\n I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame\n\n We on now, we pulling off the lot\n Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top\n Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot\n Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot\n But front, I'll make it pop\n\n They don't do it how we do\n Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)\n Everything new (new)\n Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins)\n We up, nigga\n"}]