[{"id":14922455,"name":"Sim Dope","trackName":"Sim Dope","artistName":"AKA","albumName":"AKA Songs","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama Africa\nMama Africa\n\nHands in the air if you been broke\nI see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\nPrivate jet Benzo, can't see through the window\nSo if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n\nSim Dope\n911 rims spokes\nBack when it was college I would've came out with crib notes (crib notes)\nTeachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple\nBut you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes\n\nDon't see the roof, that's German auto\nJC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\nI see the truth, it's the land of promise\nCall me the proof, I'm just being honest\nOh, oh, Mama Africa\nMama Africa\nMama Africa\n\nHands in the air, if you been broke\nI see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\nPrivate jet Benzo, can't see through the window\nSo if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n\nSometimes I look at my mother, I think of what could've been\nImagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen\nMy daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam\nReputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams\nThat's why I talk in my sleep\nFortunately my esteem is all for people who awfully talk it even in the street\nEspecially if all of the talking is cheap\nI got the recipe making beats with my enemies my conscience is clean, oh\n\nDon't see the roof, that's German auto\nJC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\nI see the truth, it's the land of promise\nCall me the proof, I'm just being honest\nOh, oh, Mama Africa\nMama Africa\nMama Africa\n\nHands in the air, if you been broke\nI see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\nPrivate jet Benzo, can't see through the window\nSo if I die I pray to God he brings me back to Sim Dope\n\nYeah, I'm in this bitch with Mandela\nThey put my name in the envelope you should fuck with the winners\nYou got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners\nI'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children\nUh, drop top for the summer time\nProposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number nine\n\nEvery one of these flows my foes gone analyze\nEyes closed while I fantasize\nNice clothes in my jewelry ice-cold like Savannah Dry\nPower moves being strategized\nSo if I die I'm leaving behind some read dope\nBring me back to Sim Dope there's still hope\n\nHands in the air, if you been broke\nI see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\nPrivate jet Benzo, can't see through the window\nSo if I die I pray to God, He bring me back to Sim Dope","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.38] Mama Africa\n[00:19.10] Mama Africa\n[00:29.09] Hands in the air if you been broke\n[00:31.62] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[00:35.02] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[00:38.28] So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n[00:42.28] Sim Dope\n[00:43.51] 911 rims spokes\n[00:45.10] Back when it was college I would've came out with crib notes (crib notes)\n[00:48.16] Teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple\n[00:51.44] But you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes\n[00:55.37] Don't see the roof, that's German auto\n[00:58.63] JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\n[01:02.76] I see the truth, it's the land of promise\n[01:06.06] Call me the proof, I'm just being honest\n[01:09.58] Oh, oh, Mama Africa\n[01:14.28] Mama Africa\n[01:18.57] Mama Africa\n[01:23.17] Hands in the air, if you been broke\n[01:26.26] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[01:29.82] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[01:32.72] So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n[01:37.15] Sometimes I look at my mother, I think of what could've been\n[01:39.14] Imagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen\n[01:42.38] My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam\n[01:46.26] Reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams\n[01:49.69] That's why I talk in my sleep\n[01:51.23] Fortunately my esteem is all for people who awfully talk it even in the street\n[01:56.28] Especially if all of the talking is cheap\n[01:59.33] I got the recipe making beats with my enemies my conscience is clean, oh\n[02:04.38] Don't see the roof, that's German auto\n[02:07.35] JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\n[02:11.03] I see the truth, it's the land of promise\n[02:14.58] Call me the proof, I'm just being honest\n[02:18.18] Oh, oh, Mama Africa\n[02:22.96] Mama Africa\n[02:27.46] Mama Africa\n[02:31.47] Hands in the air, if you been broke\n[02:34.76] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[02:38.36] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[02:41.52] So if I die I pray to God he brings me back to Sim Dope\n[02:59.69] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with Mandela\n[03:02.14] They put my name in the envelope you should fuck with the winners\n[03:05.35] You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners\n[03:09.15] I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children\n[03:12.59] Uh, drop top for the summer time\n[03:16.23] Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number nine\n[03:19.23] Every one of these flows my foes gone analyze\n[03:22.84] Eyes closed while I fantasize\n[03:26.31] Nice clothes in my jewelry ice-cold like Savannah Dry\n[03:29.98] Power moves being strategized\n[03:33.28] So if I die I'm leaving behind some read dope\n[03:37.02] Bring me back to Sim Dope there's still hope\n[03:41.54] Hands in the air, if you been broke\n[03:43.72] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[03:47.42] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[03:50.79] So if I die I pray to God, He bring me back to Sim Dope\n[03:54.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Sim Dope\n artist: AKA\n album: AKA Songs\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mama Africa\n start_ms: 16380\n end_ms: 19100\n- text: Mama 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dreams\n That's why I talk in my sleep\n Fortunately my esteem is all for people who awfully talk it even in the street\n Especially if all of the talking is cheap\n I got the recipe making beats with my enemies my conscience is clean, oh\n\n Don't see the roof, that's German auto\n JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\n I see the truth, it's the land of promise\n Call me the proof, I'm just being honest\n Oh, oh, Mama Africa\n Mama Africa\n Mama Africa\n\n Hands in the air, if you been broke\n I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n So if I die I pray to God he brings me back to Sim Dope\n\n Yeah, I'm in this bitch with Mandela\n They put my name in the envelope you should fuck with the winners\n You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners\n I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children\n Uh, drop top for the summer time\n Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number nine\n\n 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making bread that's the angle\nPrivate jet Benzo, can't see through the window\nSo if I die I pray to God, He bring me back to Sim Dope","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.59] Mama Africa\n[00:20.60] Mama Africa\n[00:24.06] \n[00:29.54] Hands in the air if you been broke\n[00:31.56] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[00:35.06] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[00:38.69] So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n[00:42.73] Sim Dope\n[00:43.98] 911 rims spokes\n[00:45.58] Back when it was college I would've came out with crib notes (crib notes)\n[00:48.87] Teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple\n[00:53.23] But you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes\n[00:56.73] Don't see the roof, that's German auto\n[01:00.14] JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\n[01:03.27] I see the truth, it's the land of promise\n[01:06.65] Call me the proof, I'm just being honest\n[01:10.39] Oh, oh, Mama Africa\n[01:15.68] Mama Africa\n[01:18.94] Mama Africa\n[01:24.06] Hands in the air, if you been broke\n[01:26.50] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[01:29.98] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[01:33.38] So if I die I pray to God, He brings me back to Sim Dope\n[01:36.42] Sometimes I look at my mother, I think of what could've been\n[01:39.88] Imagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen\n[01:43.11] My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam\n[01:46.76] Reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams\n[01:49.84] That's why I talk in my sleep\n[01:51.45] Fortunately my esteem is all for people who awfully talk it even in the street\n[01:57.28] Especially if all of the talking is cheap\n[01:59.78] I got the recipe making beats with my enemies my conscience is clean, oh\n[02:05.54] Don't see the roof, that's German auto\n[02:08.27] JC Le Roux, one thousand bottles\n[02:11.88] I see the truth, it's the land of promise\n[02:15.19] Call me the proof, I'm just being honest\n[02:17.94] Oh, oh, Mama Africa\n[02:24.04] Mama Africa\n[02:27.69] Mama Africa\n[02:31.76] Hands in the air, if you been broke\n[02:35.12] I see millionaires, making bread that's the angle\n[02:38.57] Private jet Benzo, can't see through the window\n[02:41.82] So if I die I pray to God he brings me back to Sim Dope\n[02:45.47] \n[02:59.56] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with Mandela\n[03:02.00] They put my name in the envelope you should fuck with the winners\n[03:05.47] You got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners\n[03:08.83] I'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children\n[03:12.46] Uh, drop top for the summer time\n[03:16.37] Proposing this toast focused on goals like I'm number nine\n[03:19.62] Every one of these flows my foes gone analyze\n[03:23.09] Eyes closed while I fantasize\n[03:26.34] Nice clothes in my jewelry ice-cold like Savannah Dry\n[03:30.52] Power moves being strategized\n[03:32.87] So if I die I'm leaving behind some read 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