[{"id":37737246,"name":"Rich Dad, Poor Dad (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Rich Dad, Poor Dad (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Big K.R.I.T.","albumName":"Live From The Underground","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember a child's places\nWhat I often heard while asking\nAbout the things\nNo adolescent could imagine\n\nTrying on the pants of a man\nI had not yet become\nHands too small to button the buttons\nMy father often fastened\n\nWhile speaking on his dreams and ambitions\nAlthough I could never understand\nThere was comfort that I listened\nWith mention to be better than him\n\nBe a better man in the world of negligence\nPedophilic malevolence, don't trust your reverend\nWhen they settling for settlements\nLock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in\n\nThe media graffiti-a with relishments\nMoney, cars, and clothes, I suppose what successful is\nThey say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment\nBut don't get stuck and fucking run amok, be celibate\n\nOnly fourteen when I first cut\nI wasn't her first, I had to strap up\nAnd thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me\n'Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me\n\nFrom a child I couldn't shoulder, pushing in a stroller\nDown the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em\nProceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him\nI truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me\n\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\n\nNever in a sense of money spent\nChristmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them\nLead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture\nLife is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter\n\nThe older that you get, it's even harder to believe\nNo superheroes on TV you used to see\nRemember that I told you slow down, control your speed\nThe more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee\n\nI remember when I fell from my first bike\nThere were no \"are you okays\" and rarely \"are you alrights\"\nJust dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel\nThat's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle\n\nThe fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens\nThe moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams\n'Cause money is the root and love is all we had\nIn fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad\n\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad\nI had a rich dad, poor dad","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rich Dad, Poor Dad (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Big K.R.I.T.\n  album: Live From The Underground\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Remember a child's places\n  What I often heard while asking\n  About the things\n  No adolescent could imagine\n\n  Trying on the pants of a man\n  I had not yet become\n  Hands too small to button the buttons\n  My father often fastened\n\n  While speaking on his dreams and ambitions\n  Although I could never understand\n  There was comfort that I listened\n  With mention to be better than him\n\n  Be a better man in the world of negligence\n  Pedophilic malevolence, don't trust your reverend\n  When they settling for settlements\n  Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in\n\n  The media graffiti-a with relishments\n  Money, cars, and clothes, I suppose what successful is\n  They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment\n  But don't get stuck and fucking run amok, be celibate\n\n  Only fourteen when I first cut\n  I wasn't her first, I had to strap up\n  And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me\n  'Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me\n\n  From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushing in a stroller\n  Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em\n  Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him\n  I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me\n\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n\n  Never in a sense of money spent\n  Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them\n  Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture\n  Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter\n\n  The older that you get, it's even harder to believe\n  No superheroes on TV you used to see\n  Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed\n  The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee\n\n  I remember when I fell from my first bike\n  There were no \"are you okays\" and rarely \"are you alrights\"\n  Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel\n  That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle\n\n  The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens\n  The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams\n  'Cause money is the root and love is all we had\n  In fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad\n\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n  I had a rich dad, poor dad\n"}]