[{"id":25526263,"name":"Ascension","trackName":"Ascension","artistName":"BLESSED MANE","albumName":"Memories","duration":115.464,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"BLESSED MANE\n\nI woke up in the mornin', smokin' breakfast got me dazed\n\nI threw on my Khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids\nI'm plottin' on these sissy sucker, they run they grip constantly\nMy road-dog Lil' John strapped with \"M,\"\nFor one, we faithful to the streets\n\nBecause I grew up with no shit up in my 'frigerator\nSometime I hustle from the circle, put food on my table\nI'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own\n\nYou talkin' gankin'? Adiós, partner, show you wrong\n\nI'm full of alcohol but tryna make my pockets swole\n\nIn fact, I'm slangin', stangin', gankin' when I'm on the stroll\nAyo, I'm only down with niggas that I hang with\nBizzat to they high fade, ain't meant for no robbin'\n\nYo, fizzact, persizzonally, they say I'm insizzane\nAnd I ain't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, see my sack's fat\nSmokin' on some trizznue, blowin' a gun, it izznew\nMy bank on swole, nigga, 'cause I'm livin' by the tone\n\nFuck peace, my '98 is '93 with hammers on, bitch\n\nShoot on a trick, when I'm thick\nSlick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\nShoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n\nSlick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\nShoot on a trick, when I'm thick\nSlick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\nShoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n\nSlick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ascension\n  artist: BLESSED MANE\n  album: Memories\n  duration_ms: 115464\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  BLESSED MANE\n\n  I woke up in the mornin', smokin' breakfast got me dazed\n\n  I threw on my Khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids\n  I'm plottin' on these sissy sucker, they run they grip constantly\n  My road-dog Lil' John strapped with \"M,\"\n  For one, we faithful to the streets\n\n  Because I grew up with no shit up in my 'frigerator\n  Sometime I hustle from the circle, put food on my table\n  I'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own\n\n  You talkin' gankin'? Adiós, partner, show you wrong\n\n  I'm full of alcohol but tryna make my pockets swole\n\n  In fact, I'm slangin', stangin', gankin' when I'm on the stroll\n  Ayo, I'm only down with niggas that I hang with\n  Bizzat to they high fade, ain't meant for no robbin'\n\n  Yo, fizzact, persizzonally, they say I'm insizzane\n  And I ain't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, see my sack's fat\n  Smokin' on some trizznue, blowin' a gun, it izznew\n  My bank on swole, nigga, 'cause I'm livin' by the tone\n\n  Fuck peace, my '98 is '93 with hammers on, bitch\n\n  Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n  Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\n  Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n\n  Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\n  Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n  Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\n  Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick\n\n  Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch\n"}]