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but don't fuck with niggas\nI don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\nHad the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\nKept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\nMeanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\nNow your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n\nIf I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\nEver since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\nEver since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\nNow I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n\nWhere do we lie\nTell me where do we stand\nWhere do we go\nIt's all part of the plan\nWhere do we lie\nTell me where do we stand\nWhere do we go\nIt's all part of the plan","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.19] Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n[00:19.61] Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n[00:22.80] Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\n[00:25.72] Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide\n[00:29.59] Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide\n[00:32.46] Or the thighs on my whores, they be 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\nLocs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\nAnother young nigga with a attitude\nI guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\nRoaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\nEverybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\nOn the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\nGirbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\nWe had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\nAnd fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\nAnd click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\nLeft three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\nThat's everyday shit, shit we used to that\nAdd it up, do the math with your stupid ass\nDon't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\nFuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\nI do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\nMommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\nCook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\nWith the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\nI'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\nThe baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\nI'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\nYoung and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\nI only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\nThat listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\nThey try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\nYou my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\nBack once again\nChilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\nFinna ask can I pass to her friend,\nThen a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\nGold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\nThen it's back to the back of the Benz,\nLean back in the back with the Henn\nAnd a crap when I tap that that then attack,\nNever tax, never that that, max on the ends\nSpend ends, I remember way back when,\nA motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\nJust to put a snack up in the fridge\nWhen I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\nNow the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\nMy idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\nSuddenly\n\nIt all changed man\nIt was just like yesterday\nTimes was so ugly\nAnd now I'm comfortable\nI just only can thank God\nSuddenly\nEverything changed before my eyes\nBy my surprise\nA$AP","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.82] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:19.22] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:22.94] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:26.56] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.97] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:33.19] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:37.28] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.32] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:44.72] Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified\n[01:36.31] That's why I never judge another nigga\n[01:39.54] Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas\n[01:42.78] 3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga\n[01:45.90] Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga\n[01:49.48] Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n[01:53.08] So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n[01:56.25] I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n[01:59.34] I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n[02:02.69] Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n[02:06.04] Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n[02:09.31] Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n[02:12.59] Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n[02:16.84] \n[02:29.95] If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n[02:32.82] Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n[02:36.12] Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n[02:39.64] Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me 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168580\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 168580\n  end_ms: 171140\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  start_ms: 171140\n  end_ms: 174740\n- text: Where do we lie\n  start_ms: 174740\n  end_ms: 177890\n- text: Tell me where do we stand\n  start_ms: 177890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184550\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  start_ms: 184550\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185840\nplain: |-\n  Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n  Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n  Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\n  Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide\n  Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide\n  Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized\n  Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side\n  Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God\n  Who am I, Lord Flacko\n  Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso\n  Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal\n  Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but 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\"Fuck them niggas!\"\n[01:56.25] I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n[01:59.34] I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n[02:02.69] Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n[02:06.04] Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n[02:09.31] Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n[02:12.59] Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n[02:16.84] \n[02:29.95] If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n[02:32.82] Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n[02:36.12] Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n[02:39.64] Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n[02:42.88] Where do we lie\n[02:45.34] Tell me where do we stand\n[02:48.58] Where do we go\n[02:51.14] It's all part of the plan\n[02:54.74] Where do we lie\n[02:57.89] Tell me where do we stand\n[03:01.39] Where do we go\n[03:04.55] It's all part of the plan\n[03:05.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Phoenix\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: 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your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n  start_ms: 132590\n  end_ms: 136840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 136840\n  end_ms: 149950\n- text: If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n  start_ms: 149950\n  end_ms: 152820\n- text: Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n  start_ms: 152820\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159640\n- text: Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n  start_ms: 159640\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Where do we lie\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165340\n- text: Tell me where do we stand\n  start_ms: 165340\n  end_ms: 168580\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 168580\n  end_ms: 171140\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  start_ms: 171140\n  end_ms: 174740\n- text: Where do we lie\n  start_ms: 174740\n  end_ms: 177890\n- text: Tell me where do we stand\n  start_ms: 177890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184550\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  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and lies\n  Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified\n  That's why I never judge another nigga\n  Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas\n  3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga\n  Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga\n  Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n  So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n  I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n  I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n  Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n  Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n  Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n  Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n\n  If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n  Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n  Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n  Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n\n  Where do we lie\n  Tell me where do we stand\n  Where do we go\n  It's all part of the plan\n  Where do we lie\n  Tell me where do we stand\n  Where do we go\n  It's all part of the plan\n"},{"id":21791527,"name":"Phoenix","trackName":"Phoenix","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP (deluxe edition)","duration":223.869388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\nMichael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\nFuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\nBaptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide\nCause the ride come with doors that be suicide\nOr the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized\nGood and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side\nNow all hail to the Lord like you do to God\nWho am I, Lord Flacko\nPainting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso\nCapo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal\nAin't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso\nIt's like you heard, God spoke, I've seen the ghetto gospel\nThe choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low\nSister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes\nThe bible or the 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stand\nWhere do we go\nIt's all part of the plan\nWhere do we lie\nTell me where do we stand\nWhere do we go\nIt's all part of the plan","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.19] Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n[00:19.61] Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n[00:22.80] Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\n[00:25.72] Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide\n[00:29.59] Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide\n[00:32.46] Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized\n[00:35.92] Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side\n[00:39.53] Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God\n[00:42.75] Who am I, Lord Flacko\n[00:45.60] Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso\n[00:49.11] Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal\n[00:52.34] Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso\n[00:55.50] It's like you heard, God spoke, I've seen the ghetto gospel\n[00:59.04] The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low\n[01:02.22] Sister Mary 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your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n[02:16.84] \n[02:29.95] If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n[02:32.82] Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n[02:36.12] Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n[02:39.64] Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n[02:42.88] Where do we lie\n[02:45.34] Tell me where do we stand\n[02:48.58] Where do we go\n[02:51.14] It's all part of the plan\n[02:54.74] Where do we lie\n[02:57.89] Tell me where do we stand\n[03:01.39] Where do we go\n[03:04.55] It's all part of the plan\n[03:05.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Phoenix\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (deluxe edition)\n  duration_ms: 223869\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 19610\n- text: Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n  start_ms: 19610\n  end_ms: 22800\n- text: Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\n  start_ms: 22800\n  end_ms: 25720\n- text: 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105900\n- text: Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga\n  start_ms: 105900\n  end_ms: 109480\n- text: Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n  start_ms: 109480\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 119340\n- text: I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n  start_ms: 119340\n  end_ms: 122690\n- text: Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n  start_ms: 122690\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 129310\n- text: Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n  start_ms: 129310\n  end_ms: 132590\n- text: Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n  start_ms: 132590\n  end_ms: 136840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 136840\n  end_ms: 149950\n- text: If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n  start_ms: 149950\n  end_ms: 152820\n- text: Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n  start_ms: 152820\n  end_ms: 156120\n- text: Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n  start_ms: 156120\n  end_ms: 159640\n- text: Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n  start_ms: 159640\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Where do we lie\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165340\n- text: Tell me where do we stand\n  start_ms: 165340\n  end_ms: 168580\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 168580\n  end_ms: 171140\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  start_ms: 171140\n  end_ms: 174740\n- text: Where do we lie\n  start_ms: 174740\n  end_ms: 177890\n- text: Tell me where do we stand\n  start_ms: 177890\n  end_ms: 181390\n- text: Where do we go\n  start_ms: 181390\n  end_ms: 184550\n- text: It's all part of the plan\n  start_ms: 184550\n  end_ms: 185840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185840\nplain: |-\n  Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n  Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n  Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm 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Cobain even died cause you scrutinize\n[01:29.32] It's a fine line between truth and lies\n[01:32.83] Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified\n[01:36.31] That's why I never judge another nigga\n[01:39.54] Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas\n[01:42.78] 3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga\n[01:45.90] Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga\n[01:49.48] Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n[01:53.08] So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n[01:56.25] I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n[01:59.34] I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n[02:02.69] Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n[02:06.04] Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n[02:09.31] Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n[02:12.59] Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n[02:16.84] \n[02:29.95] If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n[02:32.82] Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n[02:36.12] Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n[02:39.64] Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n[02:42.88] Where do we lie\n[02:45.34] Tell me where do we stand\n[02:48.58] Where do we go\n[02:51.14] It's all part of the plan\n[02:54.74] Where do we lie\n[02:57.89] Tell me where do we stand\n[03:01.39] Where do we go\n[03:04.55] It's all part of the plan\n[03:05.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Phoenix\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Delxue Edition)\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 19610\n- text: Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized\n  start_ms: 19610\n  end_ms: 22800\n- text: Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified\n  start_ms: 22800\n  end_ms: 25720\n- text: Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide\n  start_ms: 25720\n  end_ms: 29590\n- text: Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide\n  start_ms: 29590\n  end_ms: 32460\n- 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nigga\n[01:49.48]Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n[01:53.08]So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n[01:56.25]I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n[01:59.34]I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n[02:02.69]Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n[02:06.04]Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n[02:09.31]Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n[02:12.59]Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n[02:16.84]\n[02:29.95]If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n[02:32.82]Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n[02:36.12]Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n[02:39.64]Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n[02:42.88]Where do we lie\n[02:45.34]Tell me where do we stand\n[02:48.58]Where do we go\n[02:51.14]It's all part of the plan\n[02:54.74]Where do we lie\n[02:57.89]Tell me where do we stand\n[03:01.39]Where do we go\n[03:04.55]It's all part of the 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Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide\n  Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize\n  It's a fine line between truth and lies\n  Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified\n  That's why I never judge another nigga\n  Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas\n  3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga\n  Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga\n  Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?\n  So my new attitude is like \"Fuck them niggas!\"\n  I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas\n  I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas\n  Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas\n  Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us\n  Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas\n  Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas\n\n  If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up\n  Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups\n  Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups\n  Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck\n\n  Where do we lie\n  Tell me 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