[{"id":5419207,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Hall of Fame","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n[?] in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up [?]\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a goddamn shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\n\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can i chill now?\n\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall of Fame\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n  [?] in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up [?]\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can i chill now?\n\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometime's it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  Get it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\n  I could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the songs will live on\n  Just know this fact, ou were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD nigga music forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":20044047,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe Edition","duration":329.560816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n[?] in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up [?]\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a goddamn shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\n\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can i chill now?\n\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe Edition\n  duration_ms: 329561\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n  [?] in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up [?]\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can i chill now?\n\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometime's it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  Get it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\n  I could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the songs will live on\n  Just know this fact, ou were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD nigga music forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":11523109,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n[?] in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up [?]\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a goddamn shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\n\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can i chill now?\n\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n  [?] in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up [?]\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can i chill now?\n\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometime's it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  Get it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\n  I could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the songs will live on\n  Just know this fact, ou were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD nigga music forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":32500094,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\n\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\nMy pendant offensive, in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nAnd I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\nJay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\nCame from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\nStunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can I chill now?\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":24518153,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi","albumName":"Hall Of Fame","duration":329.376,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\n\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\nMy pendant offensive, in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nAnd I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\nJay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\nCame from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\nStunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can I chill now?\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi\n  album: Hall Of Fame\n  duration_ms: 329376\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":38343513,"name":"First Chain","trackName":"First Chain","artistName":"Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\n\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n18 karat gold Cuban on, 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crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\nJay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\nCame from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\nStunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can I chill now?\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain\n  artist: Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in 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They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":16603659,"name":"First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n[?] in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up [?]\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit 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rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n  [?] in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up [?]\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can i chill now?\n\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometime's it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  Get it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\n  I could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the songs will live on\n  Just know this fact, ou were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD nigga music forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":15689322,"name":"First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Big Sean","albumName":"Hall Of 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goddamn shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\n\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can i chill now?\n\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame\n  duration_ms: 329333\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with 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nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up [?]\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas 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I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was [?] relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n  [?] in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, 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at?\nI got my mind is on me\n\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can i chill now?\n\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometime's it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, I surely hope and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nGet it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go my life is fucking awesome\nI could be fuckin' dead right now, but I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the songs will live on\nJust know this fact, ou were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD nigga music forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (featNas And Kid C\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame\n  duration_ms: 329378\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy 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Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a goddamn shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can i chill now?\n\n  Kanye 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GOOD nigga music forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":9770871,"name":"First Chain (Feat. 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not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\nMy pendant offensive, in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nAnd I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' 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think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (Feat. 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Nas & Kid Cudi)\n  artist: Big Sean\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe Version)\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":30930961,"name":"First Chain (feat. Nas & Kid Cudi)","trackName":"First Chain (feat. 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you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\n\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\nMy pendant offensive, in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nAnd I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\nJay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\nCame from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\nStunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can I chill now?\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (feat. Nas & Kid Cudi)\n  artist: Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi\n  album: Hall of Fame\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"},{"id":38422721,"name":"First Chain (feat. 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Nas & Kid Cudi)","artistName":"Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi","albumName":"Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)","duration":329.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\nWho knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\nGood girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\nDreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nThen I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\nThen Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\nMom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\nUsed to pick me up from school right after work\nNow she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\nShe's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\nGot the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\nUsed to have to take showers standing in the mildew\nNow I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\nLooking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\nGot my first chain\nFeeling like I got my first chain\n\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nNow Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nWhat's the noise all about with this rap stuff\nI can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\nI can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\nI learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\nCause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\nI didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\nTo those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\nThat bonus, that culture, those projects\n\nShiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\nThey got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\nSorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\nMy pendant offensive, in the truest form\nPlatinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\nBIG was the first one that had it\nThen I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\nAnd I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nOn a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\nI done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\nNo matter what why I turn things go my way\nI'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\nEven when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\nTo remind me of everything that we did, nigga\nLook up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\nNo heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\nI know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\nBut after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\nPolice only work 12-hour shifts\nCause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\nTrap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\nFF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\nStack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\nGirls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\nGod damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\nOff this asparagus and bread and pasta\nNeed a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\nIt's like I got a built-in doppler\nAnd it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\nI don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\nBut remember my first ass and the first time she came\nIt almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\nJay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\nCame from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\nStunting, stunting like I got my first chain\nI be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\nIt's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\nNiggas and bitches, where you at?\nI got my mind is on me\nA couple others and dreams, would've seen me\nMe and my niggas in this bitch\nAbout two months in a week's time\nMovin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\nNow how the fuck can I chill now?\nKanye think I'm dope\nSee this piece that I own now\nHow sick is the rope?\nTaking life for what it is\nThe troublesome chick, who throws fists\nSometimes it's the weather\nThings switch up, people trip up\n\nThe money come down, then climb up\nBut when it come again\nThe most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\nSaying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\nMotherfuck that sometimes\nSo dead it, shred it\nYoung nigga lost to the night\nI'm so ready to let it go\nMy life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\nBut I'm awesome\nSo fuck whoever has a bad thought\nDon't know the god\nCause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\nIt might be too late, but the song's will live on\nJust know this fact, you were all wrong\nNow watch me do my silly dance\nNot really a dance, more like a prance\nI'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\nThank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\nYou the coolest\nGOOD music nigga forever\nUnderstand?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Chain (feat. Nas & Kid Cudi)\n  artist: Big Sean, Nas, Kid Cudi\n  album: Hall Of Fame (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls\n  Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose\n  Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes\n  Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace\n  Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic\n  Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt\n  Used to pick me up from school right after work\n  Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church\n  She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first\n  Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view\n  Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew\n  Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do\n  Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you\n\n  Got my first chain\n  Feeling like I got my first chain\n\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  What's the noise all about with this rap stuff\n  I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up\n  I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up\n  I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up\n  Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain\n  I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'\n  To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters\n  That bonus, that culture, those projects\n\n  Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint\n  They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones\n  Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs\n  18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long\n\n  My pendant offensive, in the truest form\n  Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?\n\n  BIG was the first one that had it\n  Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic\n  And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid\n  I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved\n  No matter what why I turn things go my way\n  I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave\n  Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga\n  To remind me of everything that we did, nigga\n  Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'\n  No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying\n  I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb\n  But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind\n  Police only work 12-hour shifts\n  Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch\n\n  Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues\n  FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews\n  Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools\n  Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge\n\n  God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.\n  Off this asparagus and bread and pasta\n  Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days\n  It's like I got a built-in doppler\n  And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame\n  I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'\n  But remember my first ass and the first time she came\n  It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain\n\n  Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing\n  Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame\n  Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n  I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain\n\n  It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things\n  Niggas and bitches, where you at?\n  I got my mind is on me\n  A couple others and dreams, would've seen me\n  Me and my niggas in this bitch\n  About two months in a week's time\n  Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine\n  Now how the fuck can I chill now?\n  Kanye think I'm dope\n  See this piece that I own now\n  How sick is the rope?\n  Taking life for what it is\n  The troublesome chick, who throws fists\n  Sometimes it's the weather\n  Things switch up, people trip up\n\n  The money come down, then climb up\n  But when it come again\n  The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'\n  Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't\n  Motherfuck that sometimes\n  So dead it, shred it\n  Young nigga lost to the night\n  I'm so ready to let it go\n  My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,\n  But I'm awesome\n  So fuck whoever has a bad thought\n  Don't know the god\n  Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God\n  It might be too late, but the song's will live on\n  Just know this fact, you were all wrong\n  Now watch me do my silly dance\n  Not really a dance, more like a prance\n  I'm signing off with a crotch grab\n\n  Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean\n  You the coolest\n  GOOD music nigga forever\n  Understand?\n"}]