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Come face the fatality\nHop out the portal like Morty\nI take the last shot like I'm Horry\nHead wrapped like you Ryu\nDon't fuck with the boy\nMoney my language, don't need no subtitles\nI puff 'til I'm idle\nNow each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\nUntil I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\nHeard them throwin' shots again\nYou bitch niggas love the gossippin'\nBig ballin', got a lot to spend\nI don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\nThey need me like oxygen\nOn me, the whole block depend\nDon't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\nFaded off of shots of gin, I'm Pacquiao\nI hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (Brr)\nDo what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now (Yeah)\nMade it this far, ain't no stoppin' now (Noo)\nNo more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\nIt goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\nLet me live, let me live, let me live\nI ain't never coppin' out, I'm just tryna do big dough\nChain big, but I'm still the same kid\nNow we sippin' champagne 'til we puke it out the window\nPukin' out the window, window\nBitch I'm hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo\nPukin' out the window, window\nShe says she don't dance\nBet she shake it for these bands though\nCan I live a little bit? 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Come face the fatality\n  Hop out the portal like Morty\n  I take the last shot like I'm Horry\n  Head wrapped like you Ryu\n  Don't fuck with the boy\n  Money my language, don't need no subtitles\n  I puff 'til I'm idle\n  Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\n  Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n  Heard them throwin' shots again\n  You bitch niggas love the gossippin'\n  Big ballin', got a lot to spend\n  I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\n  They need me like oxygen\n  On me, the whole block depend\n  Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\n  Faded off of shots of gin, I'm Pacquiao\n  I hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (Brr)\n  Do what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now (Yeah)\n  Made it this far, ain't no stoppin' now (Noo)\n  No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\n  It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\n  Let me live, let me live, let me live\n  I ain't never coppin' out, I'm just tryna do big dough\n  Chain big, but I'm still the same kid\n  Now we sippin' champagne 'til we puke it out the window\n  Pukin' out the window, window\n  Bitch I'm hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo\n  Pukin' out the window, window\n  She says she don't dance\n  Bet she shake it for these bands though\n  Can I live a little bit? 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Come face the fatality\n  Hop out the portal like Morty\n  I take the last shot like I'm Horry\n  Head wrapped like you Ryu\n  Don't fuck with the boy\n  Money my language, don't need no subtitles\n  I puff 'til I'm idle\n  Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\n  Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n  Heard them throwin' shots again\n  You bitch niggas love the gossippin'\n  Big ballin', got a lot to spend\n  I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\n  They need me like oxygen\n  On me, the whole block depend\n  Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\n  Faded off of shots of gin, I'm Pacquiao\n  I hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (Brr)\n  Do what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now (Yeah)\n  Made it this far, ain't no stoppin' now (Noo)\n  No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\n  It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\n  Let me live, let me live, let me live\n  I ain't never coppin' out, I'm just tryna do big dough\n  Chain big, but I'm still the same kid\n  Now we sippin' champagne 'til we puke it out the window\n  Pukin' out the window, window\n  Bitch I'm hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo\n  Pukin' out the window, window\n  She says she don't dance\n  Bet she shake it for these bands though\n  Can I live a little bit? 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Come face the fatality\nHop out the portal like Morty\nI take the last shot like I'm Horry\nHead wrapped like you Ryu\nDon't fuck with the boy\nMoney my language, don't need no subtitles\nI puff 'til I'm idle\nNow each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\nUntil I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n\nHeard them throwing shots again\nYou bitch niggas lotta gossipping\nBig ballin', got a lot to spend\nI don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\nThey need me like oxygen\nOn me, the whole block depend\nDon't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\nFaded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao\nI hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)\nDo what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)\nMade it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)\nNo more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\nIt goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\nLet me live, let me live, let me live\nI ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough\nDream big, but I'm still the same kid\nNow we shook the champagne\nSo we cock it out the window\n\nLooking out the window, window\nBitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo\nPukin' out the window, window\nShe says she don't dance\nBet she shake it for these bands though\nCan I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)\nDrinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)\nSmokin' a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smokin' a little bit)\nCan I live a little bit? 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Come face the fatality\nHop out the portal like Morty\nI take the last shot like I'm Horry\nHead wrapped like you Ryu\nDon't fuck with the boy\nMoney my language, don't need no subtitles\nI puff 'til I'm idle\nNow each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\nUntil I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n\nHeard them throwing shots again\nYou bitch niggas lotta gossipping\nBig ballin', got a lot to spend\nI don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\nThey need me like oxygen\nOn me, the whole block depend\nDon't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\nFaded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao\nI hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)\nDo what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)\nMade it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)\nNo more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\nIt goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\nLet me live, let me live, let me live\nI ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough\nDream big, but I'm still the same kid\nNow we shook the champagne\nSo we cock it out the window\n\nLooking out the window, window\nBitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo\nPukin' out the window, window\nShe says she don't dance\nBet she shake it for these bands though\nCan I live a little bit? Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)\nDrinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)\nSmokin' a little bit, ayy, ayy (Smokin' a little bit)\nCan I live a little bit? 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Come face the fatality\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 78380\n- text: Hop out the portal like Morty\n  start_ms: 78380\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: I take the last shot like I'm Horry\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81460\n- text: Head wrapped like you Ryu\n  start_ms: 81460\n  end_ms: 82670\n- text: Don't fuck with the boy\n  start_ms: 82670\n  end_ms: 83760\n- text: Money my language, don't need no subtitles\n  start_ms: 83760\n  end_ms: 85420\n- text: I puff 'til I'm idle\n  start_ms: 85420\n  end_ms: 86610\n- text: Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\n  start_ms: 86610\n  end_ms: 88350\n- text: Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n  start_ms: 88350\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Heard them throwing shots again\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 93580\n- text: You bitch niggas lotta gossipping\n  start_ms: 93580\n  end_ms: 95250\n- text: Big ballin', got a lot to spend\n  start_ms: 95250\n  end_ms: 96990\n- text: I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\n  start_ms: 96990\n  end_ms: 99220\n- text: They need me like oxygen\n  start_ms: 99220\n  end_ms: 100680\n- text: On me, the whole block depend\n  start_ms: 100680\n  end_ms: 102130\n- text: Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\n  start_ms: 102130\n  end_ms: 104480\n- text: Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao\n  start_ms: 104480\n  end_ms: 106550\n- text: I hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)\n  start_ms: 106550\n  end_ms: 109030\n- text: Do what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 109030\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: Made it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 112770\n- text: No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 112770\n  end_ms: 114650\n- text: It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\n  start_ms: 114650\n  end_ms: 117160\n- text: Let me live, let me live, let me live\n  start_ms: 117160\n  end_ms: 119060\n- text: I ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough\n  start_ms: 119060\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Dream big, but I'm still the same kid\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123260\n- text: Now we shook the champagne\n  start_ms: 123260\n  end_ms: 125120\n- text: So we cock it out the window\n  start_ms: 125120\n  end_ms: 126390\n- text: Looking out the window, window\n  start_ms: 126390\n  end_ms: 129530\n- text: Bitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo\n  start_ms: 129530\n  end_ms: 134750\n- text: Pukin' out the window, window\n  start_ms: 134750\n  end_ms: 137840\n- text: She says she don't dance\n  start_ms: 137840\n  end_ms: 139580\n- text: Bet she shake it for these bands though\n  start_ms: 139580\n  end_ms: 143730\n- text: Can I live a little bit? 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Ayy (Can I live a little bit?)\n  start_ms: 152400\n  end_ms: 154580\n- text: Drinkin' a little bit, ayy (Drinkin' a little bit)\n  start_ms: 154580\n  end_ms: 156570\n- text: Smokin' a little bit. ayy (Smokin' a little bit)\n  start_ms: 156570\n  end_ms: 160230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 160230\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Broke a day\n  I used to be broke and sin\n  A bad kid by the age of 10\n  Nowadays I don't pretend (Shh)\n  Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men\n  Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement\n  Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (Yeah)\n  Y'all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them\n\n  What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres\n  A league competin' where no team could beat us\n  I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us\n  I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas\n  In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear\n  Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal\n  I am no Bogart and so neither was you\n  Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action\n  Four pound blasting\n\n  I grew up a fuckin' screw up\n  You sick, I'm lit\n  Whole world been on acid since I blew up\n  Climbed up, counting the loot up\n  You losers are just too much, I moved up\n  And do not need new love\n  My lifestyle, in turned by my left style\n  The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy\n  Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch\n  Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events\n  Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent\n  Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)\n  Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent\n  The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence\n\n  AK Young Majesty\n  Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality\n  Hop out the portal like Morty\n  I take the last shot like I'm Horry\n  Head wrapped like you Ryu\n  Don't fuck with the boy\n  Money my language, don't need no subtitles\n  I puff 'til I'm idle\n  Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title\n  Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire\n\n  Heard them throwing shots again\n  You bitch niggas lotta gossipping\n  Big ballin', got a lot to spend\n  I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win\n  They need me like oxygen\n  On me, the whole block depend\n  Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out\n  Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao\n  I hear the money calling like a pocket-dial (Brr)\n  Do what I wanna 'cause I'm popping now (Yeah)\n  Made it this far, ain't no stopping now (Noo)\n  No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (Yeah)\n  It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (Wow)\n  Let me live, let me live, let me live\n  I ain't never copping out, I'm just tryna do big dough\n  Dream big, but I'm still the same kid\n  Now we shook the champagne\n  So we cock it out the window\n\n  Looking out the window, window\n  Bitch I'm hella faded trying not to crash the Benzo\n  Pukin' out the window, window\n  She says she don't dance\n  Bet she shake it for these bands though\n  Can I live a little bit? 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