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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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":10218570,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG․LIVE․A$AP","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":28886295,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":34215301,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":23425729,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LongLiveA$AP","duration":270.785333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LongLiveA$AP\n  duration_ms: 270785\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":16287211,"name":"Phoenix/Suddenly","trackName":"Phoenix/Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"Long.Live.A$AP","duration":270.706667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.88] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.78] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.40] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.30] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.76] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.86] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.82] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.65] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.35] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.77] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.06] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.57] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.46] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.42] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.81] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.55] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.74] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.28] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.99] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.78] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.23] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.99] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.95] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.43] Back once again\n[02:29.27] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.47] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.05] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.16] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.47] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.86] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.26] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.02] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.09] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.23] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.75] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.94] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.38] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.03] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.92] Suddenly\n[03:01.24] It all changed man\n[03:04.10] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.98] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.27] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.42] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.83] Suddenly\n[03:16.82] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.51] By my surprise\n[04:22.08] \n[04:25.60] A$AP\n[04:25.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Phoenix/Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: Long.Live.A$AP\n  duration_ms: 270707\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 22940\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22940\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 33190\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33190\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 44720\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.27] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.99] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.99] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.09] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.02] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.33] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.18] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.65] Wassup, what's on your mind? 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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":"[00:15.62] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.64] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:22.10] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.78] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.57] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.63] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.64] 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[00:43.81] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.49] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.81] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.33] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.07] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.25] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.32] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.83] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.59] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.39] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.00] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.83] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.26] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.46] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:35.99] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.82] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.48] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.38] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.26] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.33] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:58.53] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.04] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.57] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.15] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.79] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.98] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.63] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.46] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.60] Back once again\n[02:29.17] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.08] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.81] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.97] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.40] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.75] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.14] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.85] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.17] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.97] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.54] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.97] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.47] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.53] Suddenly\n[03:01.53] It all changed man\n[03:03.98] It was just like yesterday\n[03:05.76] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.42] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.77] I just only can thank God\n[03:13.22] Suddenly\n[03:16.16] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.10] By my surprise\n[03:21.37] A$AP\n[03:21.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: Long.Live.A$AP (Full Edition)\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15620\n  end_ms: 18640\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18640\n  end_ms: 22100\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22100\n  end_ms: 25780\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25780\n  end_ms: 28570\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28570\n  end_ms: 32630\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32630\n  end_ms: 36640\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36640\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 43810\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":29170714,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Delxue Edition)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Delxue Edition)\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":27448272,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG․LIVE․A$AP (Deluxe Edition)","duration":270.733061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG․LIVE․A$AP (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 270733\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":15599184,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"Long.Live.A$AP (Japan Deluxe Edition)","duration":270.733061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.88] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.78] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.40] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.30] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.76] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.86] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.82] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.65] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.35] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.77] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.06] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.57] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.46] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.42] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.81] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.55] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.74] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.28] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.99] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.78] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.23] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.99] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.95] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.43] Back once again\n[02:29.27] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.47] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.05] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.16] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.47] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.86] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.26] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.02] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.09] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.23] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.75] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.94] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.38] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.03] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.92] Suddenly\n[03:01.24] It all changed man\n[03:04.10] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.98] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.27] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.42] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.83] Suddenly\n[03:16.82] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.51] By my surprise\n[04:22.08] \n[04:25.60] A$AP\n[04:25.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: Long.Live.A$AP (Japan Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 270733\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 22940\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22940\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 33190\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33190\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 44720\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":32066119,"name":"-6A Suddenly","trackName":"-6A Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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[00:19.29] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:22.96] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:26.52] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.93] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:33.15] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:37.20] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.31] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:44.74] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.80] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.74] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.42] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.37] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.71] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.82] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.83] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.61] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.34] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.70] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.08] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.58] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.45] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.44] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.89] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.54] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.71] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.29] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.92] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.74] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.28] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.95] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.98] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.44] Back once again\n[02:29.24] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.49] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.09] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.15] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.45] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.82] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.23] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.06] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.05] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.25] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.70] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.96] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.30] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.09] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.96] Suddenly\n[03:01.28] It all changed man\n[03:04.17] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.92] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.22] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.47] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.86] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.56] By my surprise\n[04:22.13] \n[04:25.52] A$AP\n[04:25.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: -6A Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version)\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19290\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19290\n  end_ms: 22960\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22960\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 28930\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28930\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 37200\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37200\n  end_ms: 40310\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40310\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":22887097,"name":"Suddenly [Explicit]","trackName":"Suddenly [Explicit]","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version) [Explicit]","duration":270.733061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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[00:19.29] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:22.96] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:26.52] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.93] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:33.15] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:37.20] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.31] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:44.74] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.80] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.74] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.42] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.37] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.71] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.82] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.83] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.61] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.34] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.70] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.08] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.58] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.45] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.44] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.89] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.54] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.71] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.29] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.92] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.74] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.28] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.95] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.98] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.44] Back once again\n[02:29.24] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.49] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.09] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.15] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.45] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.82] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.23] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.06] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.05] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.25] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.70] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.96] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.30] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.09] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.96] Suddenly\n[03:01.28] It all changed man\n[03:04.17] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.92] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.22] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.47] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.86] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.56] By my surprise\n[04:22.13] \n[04:25.52] A$AP\n[04:25.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly [Explicit]\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version) [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 270733\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19290\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19290\n  end_ms: 22960\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22960\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 28930\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28930\n  end_ms: 33150\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33150\n  end_ms: 37200\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37200\n  end_ms: 40310\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40310\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":20722700,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"ASAP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.A$AP","duration":270.842875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.88] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.78] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.40] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.30] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.76] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.86] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.82] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.65] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.35] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.77] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.06] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.57] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.46] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.42] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.81] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.55] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.74] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.28] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.99] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.78] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.23] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.99] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.95] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.43] Back once again\n[02:29.27] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.47] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.05] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.16] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.47] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.86] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.26] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.02] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.09] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.23] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.75] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.94] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.38] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.03] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.92] Suddenly\n[03:01.24] It all changed man\n[03:04.10] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.98] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.27] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.42] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.83] Suddenly\n[03:16.82] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.51] By my surprise\n[04:22.08] \n[04:25.60] A$AP\n[04:25.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: ASAP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP\n  duration_ms: 270843\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 22940\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22940\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 33190\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33190\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 44720\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":30717866,"name":"Suddenly [Produced by Lord Flacko, Hector Delgado & A$AP Ty Beats]","trackName":"Suddenly [Produced by Lord Flacko, Hector Delgado & A$AP Ty Beats]","artistName":"ASAP Rocky","albumName":"Long Live A$AP","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:15.61] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.66] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:22.16] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.75] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.51] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.68] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.63] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.39] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.83] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.42] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.87] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.39] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.00] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.21] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.32] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.83] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.51] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.39] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.06] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.24] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.41] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:35.97] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.81] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.42] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.34] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.24] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.31] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:58.55] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.08] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.53] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.16] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.75] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.99] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.62] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.46] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.67] Back once again\n[02:29.15] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.06] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.80] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.97] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.43] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.70] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.17] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.85] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.12] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.90] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.55] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.91] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.47] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.61] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.56] Suddenly\n[03:01.58] It all changed man\n[03:03.99] It was just like yesterday\n[03:05.77] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.40] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.73] I just only can thank God\n[03:13.21] Suddenly\n[03:16.11] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.18] By my surprise\n[03:21.30] A$AP\n[03:21.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly [Produced by Lord Flacko, Hector Delgado & A$AP Ty Beats]\n  artist: ASAP Rocky\n  album: Long Live A$AP\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15610\n  end_ms: 18660\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18660\n  end_ms: 22160\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22160\n  end_ms: 25750\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25750\n  end_ms: 28510\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28510\n  end_ms: 32680\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32680\n  end_ms: 36630\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36630\n  end_ms: 40390\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40390\n  end_ms: 43830\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":32448903,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"LONG.LIVE.ASAP (DELUXE)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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":"[00:14.71] I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n[00:18.24] For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n[00:21.92] All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n[00:25.97] But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n[00:28.01] I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n[00:32.05] Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n[00:36.38] Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n[00:40.13] Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n[00:43.69] Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.05] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:51.86] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:55.51] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.08] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.77] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.50] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:09.71] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.60] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.12] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:20.99] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:24.86] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.22] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:32.43] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.05] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:39.50] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.11] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.44] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.00] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.24] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.12] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.47] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.61] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.64] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.72] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:15.83] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.71] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.35] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:27.88] Back once again\n[02:28.91] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.18] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:32.68] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:34.65] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.15] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.50] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.04] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:40.42] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:42.89] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:44.65] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.42] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.92] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.24] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:53.68] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:56.34] Suddenly\n[03:01.98] It all changed man\n[03:03.14] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.24] Times was so ugly\n[03:08.19] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:10.29] I just only can thank God\n[03:12.65] Suddenly\n[03:16.84] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:18.21] By my surprise\n[03:20.53] A$AP\n[03:24.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: LONG.LIVE.ASAP (DELUXE)\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 25970\n  end_ms: 28010\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28010\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 36380\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 36380\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 43690\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n  Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n  Another young nigga with a attitude\n  I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n  Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n  Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n  On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n  Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n  We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n  And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n  And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n  Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n  That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n  Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n  Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n  Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n  I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n  Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n  Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n  With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n  I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n  The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n  I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n  Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n\n  I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n  That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n  They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n  You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n\n  Back once again\n  Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n  Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n  Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n  Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n  Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n  Lean back in the back with the Henn\n  And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n  Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n  Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n  A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n  Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n  When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n  Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n  My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n  Suddenly\n\n  It all changed man\n  It was just like yesterday\n  Times was so ugly\n  And now I'm comfortable\n  I just only can thank God\n  Suddenly\n  Everything changed before my eyes\n  By my surprise\n  A$AP\n"},{"id":15024732,"name":"Suddenly","trackName":"Suddenly","artistName":"A$AP Rocky","albumName":"4:31","duration":270.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\nFor sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\nAll I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\nBut I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\nI remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\nRicky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\nBusta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\nBone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\nWassup, what's on your mind? 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? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine\n[00:47.88] Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime\n[00:52.78] Another young nigga with a attitude\n[00:56.40] I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school\n[00:59.30] Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser\n[01:02.76] Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us\n[01:06.73] On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar\n[01:10.86] Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors\n[01:13.82] We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights\n[01:17.65] And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG with two rounds\n[01:21.35] And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived\n[01:25.08] Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitch\n[01:29.77] That's everyday shit, shit we used to that\n[01:33.06] Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass\n[01:36.57] Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap\n[01:40.46] Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back\n[01:43.42] I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa\n[01:46.81] Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda\n[01:50.55] Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha\n[01:54.74] With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers\n[01:59.28] I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me\n[02:02.45] The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me\n[02:05.99] I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'\n[02:09.43] Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it\n[02:12.78] I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion\n[02:16.23] That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons\n[02:19.99] They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings\n[02:23.95] You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin\n[02:28.43] Back once again\n[02:29.27] Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin\n[02:31.47] Finna ask can I pass to her friend,\n[02:33.05] Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again\n[02:35.16] Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin,\n[02:36.47] Then it's back to the back of the Benz,\n[02:37.86] Lean back in the back with the Henn\n[02:39.26] And a crap when I tap that that then attack,\n[02:41.02] Never tax, never that that, max on the ends\n[02:43.09] Spend ends, I remember way back when,\n[02:45.23] A motherfucker used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends\n[02:47.75] Just to put a snack up in the fridge\n[02:48.94] When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back\n[02:50.38] Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me\n[02:54.03] My idols say what's up to me, from ugly to comfortably\n[02:57.92] Suddenly\n[03:01.24] It all changed man\n[03:04.10] It was just like yesterday\n[03:06.98] Times was so ugly\n[03:09.27] And now I'm comfortable\n[03:11.42] I just only can thank God\n[03:14.83] Suddenly\n[03:16.82] Everything changed before my eyes\n[03:19.51] By my surprise\n[04:22.08] \n[04:25.60] A$AP\n[04:25.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suddenly\n  artist: A$AP Rocky\n  album: 4:31\n  duration_ms: 270680\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swear this famous shit just happened overnight\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite\n  start_ms: 19220\n  end_ms: 22940\n- text: All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites\n  start_ms: 22940\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 28970\n- text: I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine\n  start_ms: 28970\n  end_ms: 33190\n- text: Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a baby nine\n  start_ms: 33190\n  end_ms: 37280\n- text: Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne\n  start_ms: 37280\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 44720\n- text: Wassup, what's on your mind? 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