[{"id":35676537,"name":"Billion Streams Freestyle","trackName":"Billion Streams Freestyle","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Billion Streams Freestyle","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Said that my bitch was gay\nGot a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\nHe shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\nCome around us and get deaded\nThey fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\nDon't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n\nI wanna get paid and stay out the way\nSo what's with all of the chattin'?\nIf I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine\nI'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\nI'm plannin' the exit route\nI ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\nCall me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\nI never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n\nIf I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\nI'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\nThere's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\nI'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\nAnd I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\nThey don't get a reaction\n\nI came from the trenches, now\nI'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\nRemember the times when the line weren't ringing\nI never had nobody callin'\nLike eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\nI'm missin' the times I would walk down\nShoreditch without fans recordin'\n\nThe first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\nWe're growin' up quick in the part that\nI come from, runnin' around like orphans\nI was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\nMy dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\nI love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n\nI think I need spiritual cleansing\nI think I need a honourable mention\nFor everythin' I did for the ends and\nThe things that I did for the mandem, uh\nBae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\nMy hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\nThis bitch might think I'm a catfish\n\nI ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\nBut I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\nI went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\nI sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\nI got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\nCivilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n\nWhich one, fear or love?\nI think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\nAll of the opps are broke and rubbed\nI want them dead but that's near enough","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Said that my bitch was gay\n[00:01.33] Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n[00:03.53] He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n[00:06.88] Come around us and get deaded\n[00:07.95] They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n[00:09.85] Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n[00:12.77] I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n[00:14.42] So what's with all of the chattin'?\n[00:15.91] If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine\n[00:19.11] I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\n[00:22.24] I'm plannin' the exit route\n[00:23.56] I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\n[00:25.52] Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\n[00:28.52] I never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n[00:31.63] If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\n[00:35.02] I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\n[00:38.17] There's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\n[00:41.42] I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\n[00:44.43] And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\n[00:46.23] They don't get a reaction\n[00:47.68] I came from the trenches, now\n[00:48.65] I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\n[00:50.79] Remember the times when the line weren't ringing\n[00:52.44] I never had nobody callin'\n[00:53.89] Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\n[00:57.07] I'm missin' the times I would walk down\n[00:58.38] Shoreditch without fans recordin'\n[01:00.18] The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\n[01:03.10] We're growin' up quick in the part that\n[01:04.43] I come from, runnin' around like orphans\n[01:06.77] I was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\n[01:09.66] My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\n[01:12.86] I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n[01:16.01] I think I need spiritual cleansing\n[01:17.54] I think I need a honourable mention\n[01:19.12] For everythin' I did for the ends and\n[01:20.88] The things that I did for the mandem, uh\n[01:22.51] Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\n[01:25.35] My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\n[01:26.98] This bitch might think I'm a catfish\n[01:28.63] I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\n[01:31.99] But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\n[01:34.95] I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\n[01:38.26] I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\n[01:41.81] I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\n[01:44.48] Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n[01:47.87] Which one, fear or love?\n[01:49.39] I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\n[01:50.81] All of the opps are broke and rubbed\n[01:52.40] I want them dead but that's near enough\n[01:53.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Billion Streams Freestyle\n artist: Central Cee\n album: Billion Streams Freestyle\n duration_ms: 126000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Said that my bitch was gay\n start_ms: 350\n end_ms: 1330\n- text: Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n start_ms: 1330\n end_ms: 3530\n- text: He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n start_ms: 3530\n end_ms: 6880\n- text: Come around us and get deaded\n start_ms: 6880\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 9850\n- text: Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n start_ms: 9850\n end_ms: 12770\n- text: I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n start_ms: 12770\n end_ms: 14420\n- text: So what's with all of the chattin'?\n start_ms: 14420\n end_ms: 15910\n- text: If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? 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Bro, I can only imagine\n I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\n I'm plannin' the exit route\n I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\n Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\n I never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n\n If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\n I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\n There's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\n I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\n And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\n They don't get a reaction\n\n I came from the trenches, now\n I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\n Remember the times when the line weren't ringing\n I never had nobody callin'\n Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\n I'm missin' the times I would walk down\n Shoreditch without fans recordin'\n\n The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\n We're growin' up quick in the part that\n I come from, runnin' around like orphans\n I was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\n My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\n I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n\n I think I need spiritual cleansing\n I think I need a honourable mention\n For everythin' I did for the ends and\n The things that I did for the mandem, uh\n Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\n My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\n This bitch might think I'm a catfish\n\n I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\n But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\n I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\n I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\n I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\n Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n\n Which one, fear or love?\n I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\n All of the opps are broke and rubbed\n I want them dead but that's near enough\n"},{"id":14576313,"name":"Billion Streams Freestyle","trackName":"Billion Streams Freestyle","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Central Cee","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Said that my bitch was gay\nGot a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\nHe shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\nCome around us and get deaded\nThey fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\nDon't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n\nI wanna get paid and stay out the way\nSo what's with all of the chattin'?\nIf I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? 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Bro, I can only imagine\n[00:19.14] I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\n[00:22.27] I'm plannin' the exit route\n[00:23.57] I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\n[00:25.58] Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\n[00:28.53] I never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n[00:31.63] If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\n[00:35.08] I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\n[00:38.16] There's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\n[00:41.42] I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\n[00:44.47] And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\n[00:46.22] They don't get a reaction\n[00:47.66] I came from the trenches, now\n[00:48.60] I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\n[00:50.77] Remember the times when the line weren't ringing\n[00:52.43] I never had nobody callin'\n[00:53.86] Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\n[00:57.06] I'm missin' the times I would walk down\n[00:58.31] Shoreditch without fans recordin'\n[01:00.19] The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\n[01:03.13] We're growin' up quick in the part that\n[01:04.42] I come from, runnin' around like orphans\n[01:06.78] I was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\n[01:09.62] My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\n[01:12.84] I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n[01:16.04] I think I need spiritual cleansing\n[01:17.53] I think I need a honourable mention\n[01:19.19] For everythin' I did for the ends and\n[01:20.89] The things that I did for the mandem, uh\n[01:22.59] Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\n[01:25.36] My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\n[01:26.96] This bitch might think I'm a catfish\n[01:28.63] I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\n[01:31.94] But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\n[01:34.94] I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\n[01:38.22] I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\n[01:41.87] I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\n[01:44.48] Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n[01:47.80] Which one, fear or love?\n[01:49.34] I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\n[01:50.80] All of the opps are broke and rubbed\n[01:52.47] I want them dead but that's near enough\n[01:53.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Billion Streams Freestyle\n artist: Central Cee\n album: Central Cee\n duration_ms: 126000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Said that my bitch was gay\n start_ms: 380\n end_ms: 1310\n- text: Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n start_ms: 1310\n end_ms: 3570\n- text: He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n start_ms: 3570\n end_ms: 6800\n- text: Come around us and get deaded\n start_ms: 6800\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 9840\n- text: Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n start_ms: 9840\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 14470\n- text: So what's with all of the chattin'?\n start_ms: 14470\n end_ms: 15970\n- text: If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? 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Bro, I can only imagine\n I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\n I'm plannin' the exit route, I ain't tryna be thirty years old and rappin'\n Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\n I never took drugs, all I did was sell them, so you can't call me a buyer\n If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\n I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\n There's pros and cons to the life that I live\n so I may never find a companion\n I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\n And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps, they don't get a reaction\n I came from the trenches, now I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\n Remember the times when the line weren't ringing, I never had nobody callin'\n Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\n I'm missin' the times I would walk down Shoreditch without fans recordin'\n The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\n We're growin' up quick in the part that I come from, runnin' around like orphans\n I was fourteen havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\n My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\n I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n I think I need spiritual cleansing, I think I need a honourable mention\n For everythin' I did for the ends and\n the things that I did for the mandem, uh\n Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\n My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\n this bitch might think I'm a catfish\n I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\n But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\n I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\n I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\n I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\n Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n Which one, fear or love? I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\n All of the opps are broke and rubbed, I want them dead but that's near enough\n"},{"id":36583229,"name":"Billion Streams Freestyle","trackName":"Billion Streams Freestyle","artistName":"Central Cee","albumName":"Bolide Noir","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Said that my bitch was gay\nGot a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\nHe shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\nCome around us and get deaded\nThey fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\nDon't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n\nI wanna get paid and stay out the way\nSo what's with all of the chattin'?\nIf I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine\nI'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\nI'm plannin' the exit route\nI ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\nCall me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\nI never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n\nIf I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\nI'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\nThere's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\nI'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\nAnd I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\nThey don't get a reaction\n\nI came from the trenches, now\nI'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\nRemember the times when the line weren't ringing\nI never had nobody callin'\nLike eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\nI'm missin' the times I would walk down\nShoreditch without fans recordin'\n\nThe first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\nWe're growin' up quick in the part that\nI come from, runnin' around like orphans\nI was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\nMy dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\nI love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n\nI think I need spiritual cleansing\nI think I need a honourable mention\nFor everythin' I did for the ends and\nThe things that I did for the mandem, uh\nBae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\nMy hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\nThis bitch might think I'm a catfish\n\nI ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\nBut I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\nI went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\nI sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\nI got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\nCivilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n\nWhich one, fear or love?\nI think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\nAll of the opps are broke and rubbed\nI want them dead but that's near enough","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Said that my bitch was gay\n[00:01.33] Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n[00:03.53] He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n[00:06.88] Come around us and get deaded\n[00:07.95] They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n[00:09.85] Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n[00:12.77] I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n[00:14.42] So what's with all of the chattin'?\n[00:15.91] If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine\n[00:19.11] I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\n[00:22.24] I'm plannin' the exit route\n[00:23.56] I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\n[00:25.52] Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\n[00:28.52] I never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n[00:31.63] If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\n[00:35.02] I'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\n[00:38.17] There's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\n[00:41.42] I'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\n[00:44.43] And I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\n[00:46.23] They don't get a reaction\n[00:47.68] I came from the trenches, now\n[00:48.65] I'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\n[00:50.79] Remember the times when the line weren't ringing\n[00:52.44] I never had nobody callin'\n[00:53.89] Like eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\n[00:57.07] I'm missin' the times I would walk down\n[00:58.38] Shoreditch without fans recordin'\n[01:00.18] The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\n[01:03.10] We're growin' up quick in the part that\n[01:04.43] I come from, runnin' around like orphans\n[01:06.77] I was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\n[01:09.66] My dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\n[01:12.86] I love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n[01:16.01] I think I need spiritual cleansing\n[01:17.54] I think I need a honourable mention\n[01:19.12] For everythin' I did for the ends and\n[01:20.88] The things that I did for the mandem, uh\n[01:22.51] Bae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\n[01:25.35] My hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\n[01:26.98] This bitch might think I'm a catfish\n[01:28.63] I ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\n[01:31.99] But I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\n[01:34.95] I went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\n[01:38.26] I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\n[01:41.81] I got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\n[01:44.48] Civilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n[01:47.87] Which one, fear or love?\n[01:49.39] I think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\n[01:50.81] All of the opps are broke and rubbed\n[01:52.40] I want them dead but that's near enough\n[01:53.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Billion Streams Freestyle\n artist: Central Cee\n album: Bolide Noir\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Said that my bitch was gay\n start_ms: 350\n end_ms: 1330\n- text: Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n start_ms: 1330\n end_ms: 3530\n- text: He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n start_ms: 3530\n end_ms: 6880\n- text: Come around us and get deaded\n start_ms: 6880\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 9850\n- text: Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n start_ms: 9850\n end_ms: 12770\n- text: I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n start_ms: 12770\n end_ms: 14420\n- text: So what's with all of the chattin'?\n start_ms: 14420\n end_ms: 15910\n- text: If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? 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Bro, I can only imagine\nI'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I'm slowly adaptin'\nI'm plannin' the exit route\nI ain't tryna be 30 years old and rappin'\nCall me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can't call me a liar\nI never took drugs, all I did was sell them so you can't call me a buyer\n\nIf I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried\nI'm not the type to hide my emotion, even though I'm a G, I cry\nThere's pros and cons to the life that I live so I may never find a companion\nI'm too rich to go back and forth with a bitch 'bout a misunderstandin'\nAnd I'm too rich to go back and forth with the opps\nThey don't get a reaction\n\nI came from the trenches, now\nI'm expensive, hittin' a bitch from the Hamptons\nRemember the times when the line weren't ringing\nI never had nobody callin'\nLike eight in the mornin', police storm in, they're not gonna give you a warnin'\nI'm missin' the times I would walk down\nShoreditch without fans recordin'\n\nThe first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid\nWe're growin' up quick in the part that\nI come from, runnin' around like orphans\nI was 14 havin' sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion\nMy dad was homeless with four children, he can't even afford them\nI love that man, but I can't remember the last time I even saw him\n\nI think I need spiritual cleansing\nI think I need a honourable mention\nFor everythin' I did for the ends and\nThe things that I did for the mandem, uh\nBae, don't die for your BBL, I don't even find it attractive\nMy hair ain't done, if I take off my hat\nThis bitch might think I'm a catfish\n\nI ain't flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I'm foolish\nBut I'm not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers\nI went OT on New Year's Eve, I never came back till August\nI sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin' crack and it made me nauseous, huh\nI got zero trust, broad day robbery's regular here\nCivilians watch and don't do nothin', it might get long if a hero come\n\nWhich one, fear or love?\nI think 'bout bro and start tearin' up\nAll of the opps are broke and rubbed\nI want them dead but that's near enough","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Said that my bitch was gay\n[00:01.33] Got a billion streams, I'm a mainstream rapper\n[00:03.53] He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper\n[00:06.88] Come around us and get deaded\n[00:07.95] They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders\n[00:09.85] Don't get it confused, it's 90 percent grind, ten percent talent\n[00:12.77] I wanna get paid and stay out the way\n[00:14.42] So what's with all of the chattin'?\n[00:15.91] If I'm feelin' sad, then how do the opps feel? 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