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Olympus (Reprise)","artistName":"Big K.R.I.T.","albumName":"Cadillactica (Deluxe Version)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nAll this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\nThat Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\nMaybe you hit it\nAww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\nAsk me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\nI ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\nNow I'm lyrical all of the sudden\nWell last year they claim they ain't understand me\nI'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\nAnother nigga, other nigga name on your chain\nAnd they call me a slave\nNiggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\nIn the studio tryna calm your soul\nLookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\nI put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n5th wheel in my shottie\nI'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\nPage 1, come here son\nMind your manners, just be cool\nI know you lame when you was in school\nThe little fame you ain't used to\nAnd it was easy for you to move through\nEnglish class put you off a thesaurus\nLike one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\nBut all my verses gonna be borrowed\nSo I'ma take from all these Southern artists\nThat mainstream never heard of\nRecycle all of they lingo\nAnd make sure I screw my words up\nBravo for your swagger-jackin'\nI'm overwhelmed by your dedication\nYou actually fooled these people into thinkin'\nThat your music was innovative\nFrustrated\nRap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\nYou tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\nAnd they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\nNigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\nGod could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\nMy favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\nTo outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\nAnd rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\nAnd that wouldn't be enough\nSo fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\nDamn right I still mean that\n\nNow they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nHope the hook wasn't too simple\nEither way nigga, I wrote it\nYes, I made the beat, yes, I killed the track\nI am far from wack, you a one-trick pony\nI don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme\nFuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it\nLotta rappers buried underneath my house\nThey know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\nOverdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\nSnap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\nKing of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\nAll these labels must be givin' out a raffle\nWranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\nLeavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\nMisleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\nMight as well just do a lap dance, nigga\nSap ass nigga\nDo whatever for some dap ass nigga\nI ain't got time\nTo watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\nThe shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\nCrackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\nKing with a crown, humble and tall\nTyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\nSo I'm beheading them all!\nThe lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\nYou ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\nWhat's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\nSo, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it\nCheck it, fuck a Control\nBih!\n\nNow they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nFuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\nFuck them niggas!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[00:02.42] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:05.73] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[00:09.08] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[00:11.93] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[00:15.10] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:18.62] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[00:21.53] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[00:24.68] (Yeah ho)\n[00:25.57] All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\n[00:28.95] That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\n[00:31.09] Maybe you hit it\n[00:32.24] Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\n[00:35.47] Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\n[00:38.56] I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\n[00:41.95] Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden\n[00:43.63] Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n[00:44.85] I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n[00:47.74] Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n[00:49.80] And they call me a slave\n[00:50.96] Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n[00:54.37] In the studio tryna calm your soul\n[00:55.81] Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n[00:57.68] I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n[00:59.65] 5th wheel in my shottie\n[01:00.81] I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n[01:03.93] Page 1, come here son\n[01:05.71] Mind your manners, just be cool\n[01:07.17] I know you lame when you was in school\n[01:08.89] The little fame you ain't used to\n[01:10.49] And it was easy for you to move through\n[01:11.99] English class put you off a thesaurus\n[01:13.82] Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n[01:15.93] But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n[01:17.18] So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n[01:19.05] That mainstream never heard of\n[01:20.44] Recycle all of they lingo\n[01:22.00] And make sure I screw my words up\n[01:23.79] Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n[01:25.12] I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n[01:26.88] You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n[01:28.65] That your music was innovative\n[01:30.22] Frustrated\n[01:31.21] Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n[01:33.32] You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n[01:34.99] And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n[01:36.27] Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n[01:39.05] God could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\n[01:41.44] My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\n[01:43.51] To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\n[01:45.75] And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\n[01:47.60] And that wouldn't be enough\n[01:49.58] So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\n[01:51.26] Damn right I still mean that\n[01:52.58] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[01:55.24] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[01:58.58] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[02:01.02] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[02:04.75] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[02:07.86] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[02:11.41] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[02:14.25] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[02:17.46] (Yeah ho)\n[02:19.73] Hope the hook wasn't too simple\n[02:20.68] Either way nigga, I wrote it\n[02:21.74] Yes, I made the beat, yes, I killed the track\n[02:23.39] I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony\n[02:25.02] I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme\n[02:26.65] Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it\n[02:28.39] Lotta rappers buried underneath my house\n[02:30.15] They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\n[02:31.63] Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\n[02:33.03] Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\n[02:34.48] King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\n[02:36.35] All these labels must be givin' out a raffle\n[02:37.85] Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\n[02:39.47] Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\n[02:41.12] Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\n[02:42.51] Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga\n[02:44.41] Sap ass nigga\n[02:45.24] Do whatever for some dap ass nigga\n[02:46.76] I ain't got time\n[02:47.52] To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\n[02:48.92] The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\n[02:50.53] Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\n[02:52.11] King with a crown, humble and tall\n[02:53.97] Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\n[02:55.82] So I'm beheading them all!\n[02:57.13] The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\n[03:00.43] You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\n[03:03.98] What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\n[03:06.55] So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it\n[03:08.99] Check it, fuck a Control\n[03:09.94] Bih!\n[03:13.29] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[03:15.77] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[03:19.18] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[03:22.18] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[03:25.20] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[03:29.23] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[03:31.77] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[03:34.86] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[03:38.06] (Yeah ho)\n[03:38.81] Fuck them niggas!\n[03:40.44] Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\n[03:42.32] Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\n[03:45.57] Yea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[03:50.81] Fuck them niggas!\n[04:08.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mt. 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wanna hear a country nigga rap\n  Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n  Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n  Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n  (Yeah ho)\n\n  All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\n  That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\n  Maybe you hit it\n  Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\n  Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\n  I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\n  Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden\n  Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n  I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n  Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n  And they call me a slave\n  Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n  In the studio tryna calm your soul\n  Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n  I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n  5th wheel in my shottie\n  I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n  Page 1, come here son\n  Mind your manners, just be cool\n  I know you lame when you was in school\n  The little fame you ain't used to\n  And it was easy for you to move through\n  English class put you off a thesaurus\n  Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n  But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n  So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n  That mainstream never heard of\n  Recycle all of they lingo\n  And make sure I screw my words up\n  Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n  I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n  You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n  That your music was innovative\n  Frustrated\n  Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n  You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n  And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n  Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n  God could physically come down and say \"he the 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rappers buried underneath my house\n  They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\n  Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\n  Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\n  King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\n  All these labels must be givin' out a raffle\n  Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\n  Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\n  Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\n  Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga\n  Sap ass nigga\n  Do whatever for some dap ass nigga\n  I ain't got time\n  To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\n  The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\n  Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\n  King with a crown, humble and tall\n  Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\n  So I'm beheading them all!\n  The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\n  You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\n  What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\n  So, I 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sudden\n  Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n  I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n  Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n  And they call me a slave\n  Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n  In the studio tryna calm your soul\n  Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n  I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n  5th wheel in my shottie\n  I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n  Page 1, come here son\n  Mind your manners, just be cool\n  I know you lame when you was in school\n  The little fame you ain't used to\n  And it was easy for you to move through\n  English class with your own thesaurus\n  Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n  But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n  So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n  That mainstream never heard of\n  Recycle all of they lingo\n  And make sure I screw my words up\n  Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n  I'm overwhelmed by 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country nigga snap\n[00:05.73] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[00:09.08] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[00:11.93] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[00:15.10] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:18.62] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[00:21.53] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[00:24.68] (Yeah ho)\n[00:25.57] All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\n[00:28.95] That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\n[00:31.09] Maybe you hit it\n[00:32.24] Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\n[00:35.47] Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\n[00:38.56] I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\n[00:41.95] Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden\n[00:43.63] Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n[00:44.85] I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n[00:47.74] Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n[00:49.80] And they call me a slave\n[00:50.96] Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n[00:54.37] In the studio tryna calm your soul\n[00:55.81] Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n[00:57.68] I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n[00:59.65] 5th wheel in my shottie\n[01:00.81] I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n[01:03.93] Page 1, come here son\n[01:05.71] Mind your manners, just be cool\n[01:07.17] I know you lame when you was in school\n[01:08.89] The little fame you ain't used to\n[01:10.49] And it was easy for you to move through\n[01:11.99] English class put you off a thesaurus\n[01:13.82] Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n[01:15.93] But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n[01:17.18] So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n[01:19.05] That mainstream never heard of\n[01:20.44] Recycle all of they lingo\n[01:22.00] And make sure I screw my words up\n[01:23.79] Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n[01:25.12] I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n[01:26.88] You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n[01:28.65] That your music was innovative\n[01:30.22] Frustrated\n[01:31.21] Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n[01:33.32] You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n[01:34.99] And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n[01:36.27] Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n[01:39.05] God could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\n[01:41.44] My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\n[01:43.51] To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\n[01:45.75] And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\n[01:47.60] And that wouldn't be enough\n[01:49.58] So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\n[01:51.26] Damn right I still mean that\n[01:52.58] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[01:55.24] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[01:58.58] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[02:01.02] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[02:04.75] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[02:07.86] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[02:11.41] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[02:14.25] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[02:17.46] (Yeah ho)\n[02:19.73] Hope the hook wasn't too simple\n[02:20.68] Either way nigga, I wrote it\n[02:21.74] Yes, I made the beat, yes, I killed the track\n[02:23.39] I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony\n[02:25.02] I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme\n[02:26.65] Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it\n[02:28.39] Lotta rappers buried underneath my house\n[02:30.15] They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\n[02:31.63] Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\n[02:33.03] Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\n[02:34.48] King of every castle, 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studio tryna calm your soul\n[00:55.81] Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n[00:57.68] I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n[00:59.65] 5th wheel in my shottie\n[01:00.81] I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n[01:03.93] Page 1, come here son\n[01:05.71] Mind your manners, just be cool\n[01:07.17] I know you lame when you was in school\n[01:08.89] The little fame you ain't used to\n[01:10.49] And it was easy for you to move through\n[01:11.99] English class put you off a thesaurus\n[01:13.82] Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n[01:15.93] But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n[01:17.18] So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n[01:19.05] That mainstream never heard of\n[01:20.44] Recycle all of they lingo\n[01:22.00] And make sure I screw my words up\n[01:23.79] Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n[01:25.12] I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n[01:26.88] You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n[01:28.65] That your music 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nigga\n[02:42.51] Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga\n[02:44.41] Sap ass nigga\n[02:45.24] Do whatever for some dap ass nigga\n[02:46.76] I ain't got time\n[02:47.52] To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\n[02:48.92] The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\n[02:50.53] Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\n[02:52.11] King with a crown, humble and tall\n[02:53.97] Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\n[02:55.82] So I'm beheading them all!\n[02:57.13] The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\n[03:00.43] You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\n[03:03.98] What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\n[03:06.55] So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it\n[03:08.99] Check it, fuck a Control\n[03:09.94] Bih!\n[03:13.29] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[03:15.77] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[03:19.18] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted 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sudden\nWell last year they claim they ain't understand me\nI'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\nAnother nigga, other nigga name on your chain\nAnd they call me a slave\nNiggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\nIn the studio tryna calm your soul\nLookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\nI put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n5th wheel in my shottie\nI'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\nPage 1, come here son\nMind your manners, just be cool\nI know you lame when you was in school\nThe little fame you ain't used to\nAnd it was easy for you to move through\nEnglish class put you off a thesaurus\nLike one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\nBut all my verses gonna be borrowed\nSo I'ma take from all these Southern artists\nThat mainstream never heard of\nRecycle all of they lingo\nAnd make sure I screw my words up\nBravo for your swagger-jackin'\nI'm overwhelmed by your dedication\nYou actually fooled these people into thinkin'\nThat your music was innovative\nFrustrated\nRap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\nYou tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\nAnd they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\nNigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\nGod could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\nMy favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\nTo outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\nAnd rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\nAnd that wouldn't be enough\nSo fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\nDamn right I still mean that\n\nNow they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nHope the hook wasn't too simple\nEither way nigga, I wrote it\nYes, I made the beat, yes, I killed the track\nI am far from wack, you a one-trick pony\nI don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme\nFuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it\nLotta rappers buried underneath my house\nThey know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\nOverdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\nSnap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\nKing of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\nAll these labels must be givin' out a raffle\nWranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\nLeavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\nMisleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\nMight as well just do a lap dance, nigga\nSap ass nigga\nDo whatever for some dap ass nigga\nI ain't got time\nTo watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\nThe shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\nCrackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\nKing with a crown, humble and tall\nTyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\nSo I'm beheading them all!\nThe lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\nYou ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\nWhat's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\nSo, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it\nCheck it, fuck a Control\nBih!\n\nNow they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nFuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, fuck them niggas!\nYea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\nFuck them niggas!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[00:02.42] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:05.73] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[00:09.08] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[00:11.93] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[00:15.10] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:18.62] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[00:21.53] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[00:24.68] (Yeah ho)\n[00:25.57] All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\n[00:28.95] That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\n[00:31.09] Maybe you hit it\n[00:32.24] Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\n[00:35.47] Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\n[00:38.56] I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\n[00:41.95] Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden\n[00:43.63] Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n[00:44.85] I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n[00:47.74] Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n[00:49.80] And they call me a slave\n[00:50.96] Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n[00:54.37] In the studio tryna calm your soul\n[00:55.81] Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\n[00:57.68] I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n[00:59.65] 5th wheel in my shottie\n[01:00.81] I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\n[01:03.93] Page 1, come here son\n[01:05.71] Mind your manners, just be cool\n[01:07.17] I know you lame when you was in school\n[01:08.89] The little fame you ain't used to\n[01:10.49] And it was easy for you to move through\n[01:11.99] English class put you off a thesaurus\n[01:13.82] Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\n[01:15.93] But all my verses gonna be borrowed\n[01:17.18] So I'ma take from all these Southern artists\n[01:19.05] That mainstream never heard of\n[01:20.44] Recycle all of they lingo\n[01:22.00] And make sure I screw my words up\n[01:23.79] Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n[01:25.12] I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n[01:26.88] You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n[01:28.65] That your music was innovative\n[01:30.22] Frustrated\n[01:31.21] Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n[01:33.32] You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n[01:34.99] And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n[01:36.27] Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n[01:39.05] God could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\n[01:41.44] My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\n[01:43.51] To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\n[01:45.75] And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\n[01:47.60] And that wouldn't be enough\n[01:49.58] So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\n[01:51.26] Damn right I still mean that\n[01:52.58] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[01:55.24] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[01:58.58] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[02:01.02] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[02:04.75] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[02:07.86] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[02:11.41] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[02:14.25] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[02:17.46] (Yeah ho)\n[02:19.73] Hope the hook wasn't too simple\n[02:20.68] Either way nigga, I wrote it\n[02:21.74] Yes, I made the beat, yes, I killed the track\n[02:23.39] I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony\n[02:25.02] I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme\n[02:26.65] Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it\n[02:28.39] Lotta rappers buried underneath my house\n[02:30.15] They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\n[02:31.63] Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\n[02:33.03] Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\n[02:34.48] King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\n[02:36.35] All these labels must be givin' out a raffle\n[02:37.85] Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\n[02:39.47] Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\n[02:41.12] Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\n[02:42.51] Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga\n[02:44.41] Sap ass nigga\n[02:45.24] Do whatever for some dap ass nigga\n[02:46.76] I ain't got time\n[02:47.52] To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\n[02:48.92] The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\n[02:50.53] Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\n[02:52.11] King with a crown, humble and tall\n[02:53.97] Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\n[02:55.82] So I'm beheading them all!\n[02:57.13] The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\n[03:00.43] You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\n[03:03.98] What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\n[03:06.55] So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people 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nigga snap\nThought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\nThought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\nFuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\nFive albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\nThought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\nThought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n(Yeah ho)\n\nAll this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\nThat Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\nMaybe you hit it\nAww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\nAsk me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\nI ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\nNow I'm lyrical all of the sudden\nWell last year they claim they ain't understand me\nI'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\nAnother nigga, other nigga name on your chain\nAnd they call me a slave\nNiggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\nIn the studio tryna calm your soul\nLookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me\nI put you in the trunk with these subwoofers\n5th wheel in my shottie\nI'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible\nPage 1, come here son\nMind your manners, just be cool\nI know you lame when you was in school\nThe little fame you ain't used to\nAnd it was easy for you to move through\nEnglish class put you off a thesaurus\nLike one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper\nBut all my verses gonna be borrowed\nSo I'ma take from all these Southern artists\nThat mainstream never heard of\nRecycle all of they lingo\nAnd make sure I screw my words up\nBravo for your swagger-jackin'\nI'm overwhelmed by your dedication\nYou actually fooled these people into thinkin'\nThat your music was innovative\nFrustrated\nRap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\nYou tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\nAnd they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\nNigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with 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it\nLotta rappers buried underneath my house\nThey know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it\nOverdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber\nSnap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon\nKing of every castle, how you signin' rappers?\nAll these labels must be givin' out a raffle\nWranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled\nLeavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga\nMisleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga\nMight as well just do a lap dance, nigga\nSap ass nigga\nDo whatever for some dap ass nigga\nI ain't got time\nTo watch out for children, stay out my kitchen\nThe shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind\nCrackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine\nKing with a crown, humble and tall\nTyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent\nSo I'm beheading them all!\nThe lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges\nYou ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi\nWhat's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul\nSo, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the 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I swear a country nigga snap\n[00:18.62] Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine\n[00:21.53] Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind\n[00:24.68] (Yeah ho)\n[00:25.57] All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it\n[00:28.95] That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw\n[00:31.09] Maybe you hit it\n[00:32.24] Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone\n[00:35.47] Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on\n[00:38.56] I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa\n[00:41.95] Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden\n[00:43.63] Well last year they claim they ain't understand me\n[00:44.85] I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves\n[00:47.74] Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain\n[00:49.80] And they call me a slave\n[00:50.96] Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body\n[00:54.37] In the studio tryna 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innovative\n[01:30.22] Frustrated\n[01:31.21] Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n[01:33.32] You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n[01:34.99] And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n[01:36.27] Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n[01:39.05] God could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\n[01:41.44] My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\n[01:43.51] To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\n[01:45.75] And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\n[01:47.60] And that wouldn't be enough\n[01:49.58] So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\n[01:51.26] Damn right I still mean that\n[01:52.58] Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[01:55.24] Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap\n[01:58.58] Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass\n[02:01.02] Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank\n[02:04.75] Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap\n[02:07.86] Five albums 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Southern artists\n[01:19.05] That mainstream never heard of\n[01:20.44] Recycle all of they lingo\n[01:22.00] And make sure I screw my words up\n[01:23.79] Bravo for your swagger-jackin'\n[01:25.12] I'm overwhelmed by your dedication\n[01:26.88] You actually fooled these people into thinkin'\n[01:28.65] That your music was innovative\n[01:30.22] Frustrated\n[01:31.21] Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'\n[01:33.32] You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop\n[01:34.99] And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?\n[01:36.27] Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us\n[01:39.05] God could physically come down and say \"he the greatest\n[01:41.44] My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential\n[01:43.51] To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherfucker\n[01:45.75] And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture\"\n[01:47.60] And that wouldn't be enough\n[01:49.58] So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes\n[01:51.26] Damn right I still mean 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