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(This shit, motherfucker)\n\nLoose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't no playin' around (no)\n\nAll that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\nSay what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\nThem bodies dropped and we celebrated the moment\nWe want the smoke from any delegated opponents (we want)\nBrody wore his mask like he's protectin' his face from COVID (ah-ah)\nHold on him now, and he ain't hesitatin' to blow it (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nDrunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\nMy name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\nThought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\nHe looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n\nWe was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\nNow we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\nUsed to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\nFor instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nMachine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\nAnd I barely post the pictures that I pose\nFashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\nThem niggas pray for my money to stop\nBro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n\nLoose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n\nAll that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\nSay what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (niggas ain't playin' around), no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\nI'm breakin' and enterin', don't ask me about my penmanship\nI wrote my own bars, half of you niggas can't get drift of it\nSpittin' shit that I can't believe, come and witness it\nStop playin' with me, nigga, I won't hesitate to spend your shit (I won't hesitate)\n\nSpent my time writein' how I feel, I've been through a lot\nSold up the strip, yeah, chip off the old block (yeah)\n20 city tall, I make these niggas respect (I make these niggas respect)\nCut you a slice of humble pie and call my name on your neck\n\nI ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\nHe ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\nSmoking out the pound burning down the whole session\nMy niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n\nI catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\nHe keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\nI keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\nTake that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n\nWe take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\nAnd then we body him\nIf his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\nBut I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\nI'll pop you with a lee you slump\n\nSmoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\nThis nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\nBeen on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\nMy nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n\nTidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\nWe ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\nCame on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\nCatch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n\nStop playin' nigga\nStop playin', nigga, playin' nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.18] Stop playin', nigga\n[00:05.47] Stop playin', nigga\n[00:06.94] (For real though)\n[00:09.07] Goose by the fuckin' way, nigga\n[00:11.15] Let's go, let's go\n[00:14.84] Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n[00:17.70] 'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[00:21.06] 'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[00:24.21] 'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n[00:27.07] All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n[00:30.73] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n[00:34.08] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n[00:37.22] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n[00:40.04] Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you ain't sayin' it now)\n[00:43.92] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n[00:47.11] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n[00:50.46] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n[00:52.16] My biggest concern is them getting niggas to turn (can't trust them)\n[00:55.35] Can't you fuck those kind of birds that don't finish the worm (I would not like that)\n[00:58.61] Took one in the arm, her face made a grimace, it burns (shot me in-)\n[01:01.97] When you lead it, someone may try and limit the turn\n[01:04.92] Your circle ain't always round, and your purpose ain't always found\n[01:08.69] There's certain kinds of shade where them curtains don't always count (uh-huh)\n[01:11.93] You run with someone's fate, but they first should know all they routes\n[01:15.12] This place is out of prey, where them churches don't always crowd (uh-huh)\n[01:19.07] I was playin' near the furnace, came to hear the sermon (it was hard on, nigga)\n[01:22.39] I was showin' Buddy love, but stayin' clear of Sherman (uh-huh)\n[01:25.80] She stayed 'cause she was yearnin', layin' near the sternum (she miss me nigga)\n[01:28.91] How we supposed to follow shepherds when we fear the Germans?\n[01:32.42] Them laugh, they makin' dollya\n[01:34.12] All they do is sniffin', show them badges where the body was (I got you)\n[01:37.70] You don't take it back that you won't spend a dollar, bro\n[01:40.69] Aimed it with a high point at his head and hit his collar button\n[01:43.96] How? (This shit, motherfucker)\n[01:46.36] Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n[01:49.24] 'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[01:52.41] 'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[01:55.67] 'Round here ain't no playin' around (no)\n[01:58.41] All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n[02:02.22] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n[02:05.44] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n[02:08.84] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n[02:11.42] Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n[02:15.35] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n[02:18.58] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n[02:21.73] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n[02:24.06] Them bodies dropped and we celebrated the moment\n[02:27.05] We want the smoke from any delegated opponents 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penmanship\n[03:58.45] I wrote my own bars, half of you niggas can't get drift of it\n[04:01.75] Spittin' shit that I can't believe, come and witness it\n[04:04.75] Stop playin' with me, nigga, I won't hesitate to spend your shit (I won't hesitate)\n[04:08.35] Spent my time writein' how I feel, I've been through a lot\n[04:11.68] Sold up the strip, yeah, chip off the old block (yeah)\n[04:14.62] 20 city tall, I make these niggas respect (I make these niggas respect)\n[04:17.72] Cut you a slice of humble pie and call my name on your neck\n[04:21.73] I ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\n[04:25.09] He ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\n[04:28.03] Smoking out the pound burning down the whole session\n[04:31.30] My niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n[04:34.63] I catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\n[04:37.83] He keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\n[04:41.19] I keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick 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281190\n- text: I keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\n  start_ms: 281190\n  end_ms: 284870\n- text: Take that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n  start_ms: 284870\n  end_ms: 287650\n- text: We take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\n  start_ms: 287650\n  end_ms: 290190\n- text: And then we body him\n  start_ms: 290190\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: If his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 295070\n- text: But I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\n  start_ms: 295070\n  end_ms: 298570\n- text: I'll pop you with a lee you slump\n  start_ms: 298570\n  end_ms: 300750\n- text: Smoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\n  start_ms: 300750\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: This nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 307250\n- text: Been on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\n  start_ms: 307250\n  end_ms: 309750\n- text: My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n  start_ms: 309750\n  end_ms: 313500\n- text: Tidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\n  start_ms: 313500\n  end_ms: 316460\n- text: We ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\n  start_ms: 316460\n  end_ms: 319470\n- text: Came on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\n  start_ms: 319470\n  end_ms: 322220\n- text: Catch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 322220\n  end_ms: 325480\n- text: Stop playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 325480\n  end_ms: 327150\n- text: Stop playin', nigga, playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 327150\n  end_ms: 347010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 347010\nplain: |-\n  Stop playin', nigga\n  Stop playin', nigga\n  (For real though)\n  Goose by the fuckin' way, nigga\n  Let's go, let's go\n\n  Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n\n  All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\n  Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you ain't sayin' it now)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\n  My biggest concern is them getting niggas to turn (can't trust them)\n  Can't you fuck those kind of birds that don't finish the worm (I would not like that)\n  Took one in the arm, her face made a grimace, it burns (shot me in-)\n  When you lead it, someone may try and limit the turn\n\n  Your circle ain't always round, and your purpose ain't always found\n  There's certain kinds of shade where them curtains don't always count (uh-huh)\n  You run with someone's fate, but they first should know all they routes\n  This place is out of prey, where them churches don't always crowd (uh-huh)\n\n  I was playin' near the furnace, came to hear the sermon (it was hard on, nigga)\n  I was showin' Buddy love, but stayin' clear of Sherman (uh-huh)\n  She stayed 'cause she was yearnin', layin' near the sternum (she miss me nigga)\n  How we supposed to follow shepherds when we fear the Germans?\n\n  Them laugh, they makin' dollya\n  All they do is sniffin', show them badges where the body was (I got you)\n  You don't take it back that you won't spend a dollar, bro\n  Aimed it with a high point at his head and hit his collar button\n  How? 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hesitatin' to blow it (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\n  Drunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\n  My name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\n  Thought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\n  He looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n\n  We was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\n  Now we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\n  Used to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\n  For instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\n  Machine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\n  And I barely post the pictures that I pose\n  Fashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\n  Them niggas pray for my money to stop\n  Bro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n\n  Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round 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tall, I make these niggas respect (I make these niggas respect)\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie and call my name on your neck\n\n  I ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\n  He ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\n  Smoking out the pound burning down the whole session\n  My niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n\n  I catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\n  He keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\n  I keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\n  Take that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n\n  We take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\n  And then we body him\n  If his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\n  But I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\n  I'll pop you with a lee you slump\n\n  Smoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\n  This nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\n  Been on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\n  My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n\n  Tidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\n  We ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\n  Came on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\n  Catch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n\n  Stop playin' nigga\n  Stop playin', nigga, playin' nigga\n"},{"id":30032317,"name":"Andre 3000","trackName":"Andre 3000","artistName":"Conway The Machine","albumName":"Conway The Machine Presents: Drumwork The Album","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Machine, bitch\nPut some respect on my name\nMachine, bitch\nYou gotta salute me\nForever (yeah)\nAnd ever and ever, ever\nAre you not entertained, you bitch?\nPut some respect on my name (uh)\nForever, Bangladesh (uh)\nAnd ever and ever, ever (talk to 'em)\n\nPut on for my city, you know who kicked in the door first (huh?)\nI still got a lot to do, I still got more work\nBefore the music popped, I usеd to rap on my porch first\nThen we used thе pot, got it in with the fork work\nShed so many tears like a Mr. Shakur verse\nBefore rap, I fell in love with the sports first (no cap)\nBefore the 'Bach, I fell in love with the Porsche first\n\nYeah, young woman giving up her body for a Dior purse\nShe don't understand that she really have more worth\nYou a queen, baby, you just need to see your worth\nMachine back, givin' them the gospel, this more church\nMy dog went to prison, came home and did more dirt\nHad to tell my young boy to chill, that's your fourth Perc'\nI love him, somethin' happen to me, he finna scorch earth (brrt)\nI don't listen to these niggas' music, it all be cap\nI was uninspired for a minute, this brought me back\nI'm an Outkast like Big Boi, but I'm more Three Stacks\nI might retire and play the flute, I'm so bored with rap\n\nShit, feelin' like I needed more\nEven though I had just completed that European tour\nWhen I was feelin' defeated, nobody even called\nTo check on me at all, you 'posed to be my dog (be my dog)\nEven when I accomplish somethin', they don't give me applause\nThey just down-talkin' my name when speakin' to them broads\nYou the same niggas that always \"Big bro, big bro\" me to death, was MIA when I needed y'all\nThat's why I cut my ringer off\nI don't wanna even talk, nah, I don't wanna text\n'Bout to change my number next\nBut look, on another note, I just left the bank and I deposited another check\nThat was just a subtle flex (talk to 'em)\nMachine\n\nRain (put some respect on my name)\nRain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\nLook how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\nMade tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\nLook how far it's brought us, here's a way\n\nLong nights, fighting through the pain\nAnother day I made it through the rain\nGotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\nGotta move yourself just to remind you\n\nRain\nRain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\nLook how far we've traveled through the pain\n\nI love how the drums got textures, the live music\nThat used to be our escape when the sky was bluish\nGrayish cloudy with chance of rain, I'm a silent nuisance\nAnd my feelings bottled up, used to pry, but useless\nEffortless and futile attempts to break through my wall and feel helpless\nI was so selfish, you not a Cancer, but turned to shellfish\nPearl of the clam, preserving your precious heart that melted\nEvery time we let that flame do its thing and I went Elvis\n\nDancin' on your boundaries\nEvery man done been a joker, confronted the clown in me\nIt's a shame you had that clover in hand and was countin' leaves\n\"Do he love me? Do he love me not? 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end_ms: 89520\n- text: To check on me at all, you 'posed to be my dog (be my dog)\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 92130\n- text: Even when I accomplish somethin', they don't give me applause\n  start_ms: 92130\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: They just down-talkin' my name when speakin' to them broads\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 98000\n- text: You the same niggas that always \"Big bro, big bro\" me to death, was MIA when I needed y'all\n  start_ms: 98000\n  end_ms: 102910\n- text: That's why I cut my ringer off\n  start_ms: 102910\n  end_ms: 104640\n- text: I don't wanna even talk, nah, I don't wanna text\n  start_ms: 104640\n  end_ms: 107300\n- text: '''Bout to change my number next'\n  start_ms: 107300\n  end_ms: 108640\n- text: But look, on another note, I just left the bank and I deposited another check\n  start_ms: 108640\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: That was just a subtle flex (talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114570\n- text: Machine\n  start_ms: 114570\n  end_ms: 115010\n- 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how far we've traveled through the pain\n  start_ms: 157240\n  end_ms: 160890\n- text: I love how the drums got textures, the live music\n  start_ms: 160890\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: That used to be our escape when the sky was bluish\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 166110\n- text: Grayish cloudy with chance of rain, I'm a silent nuisance\n  start_ms: 166110\n  end_ms: 169190\n- text: And my feelings bottled up, used to pry, but useless\n  start_ms: 169190\n  end_ms: 171550\n- text: Effortless and futile attempts to break through my wall and feel helpless\n  start_ms: 171550\n  end_ms: 174620\n- text: I was so selfish, you not a Cancer, but turned to shellfish\n  start_ms: 174620\n  end_ms: 177420\n- text: Pearl of the clam, preserving your precious heart that melted\n  start_ms: 177420\n  end_ms: 180240\n- text: Every time we let that flame do its thing and I went Elvis\n  start_ms: 180240\n  end_ms: 183180\n- text: Dancin' on your boundaries\n  start_ms: 183180\n  end_ms: 184640\n- text: Every man done been a joker, confronted the clown in me\n  start_ms: 184640\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: It's a shame you had that clover in hand and was countin' leaves\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: '\"Do he love me? Do he love me not? Or is he bound to leave?\"'\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 193240\n- text: I recall when we were hiking, observing astounding trees\n  start_ms: 193240\n  end_ms: 196190\n- text: And it began to rain and what beauty we found indeed\n  start_ms: 196190\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: It soothes me you would move on to new things that make you smile like Christmas Eve\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 202350\n- text: Every crown hits the ground, but you still a queen, believe\n  start_ms: 202350\n  end_ms: 205240\n- text: Rain (put some respect on my name)\n  start_ms: 205240\n  end_ms: 208110\n- text: Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  start_ms: 208110\n  end_ms: 213830\n- text: Look how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\n  start_ms: 213830\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: Made tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 225050\n- text: Look how far it's brought us, here's a way\n  start_ms: 225050\n  end_ms: 227950\n- text: Long nights, fighting through the pain\n  start_ms: 227950\n  end_ms: 230500\n- text: Another day I made it through the rain\n  start_ms: 230500\n  end_ms: 233660\n- text: Gotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\n  start_ms: 233660\n  end_ms: 236400\n- text: Gotta move yourself just to remind you\n  start_ms: 236400\n  end_ms: 239090\n- text: Rain\n  start_ms: 239090\n  end_ms: 242060\n- text: Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  start_ms: 242060\n  end_ms: 246980\n- text: Look how far we've traveled through the pain\n  start_ms: 246980\n  end_ms: 251170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251170\nplain: |-\n  Machine, bitch\n  Put some respect on my name\n  Machine, bitch\n  You gotta salute me\n  Forever (yeah)\n  And ever and ever, ever\n  Are you not entertained, you bitch?\n  Put some respect on my name (uh)\n  Forever, Bangladesh (uh)\n  And ever and ever, ever (talk to 'em)\n\n  Put on for my city, you know who kicked in the door first (huh?)\n  I still got a lot to do, I still got more work\n  Before the music popped, I usеd to rap on my porch first\n  Then we used thе pot, got it in with the fork work\n  Shed so many tears like a Mr. Shakur verse\n  Before rap, I fell in love with the sports first (no cap)\n  Before the 'Bach, I fell in love with the Porsche first\n\n  Yeah, young woman giving up her body for a Dior purse\n  She don't understand that she really have more worth\n  You a queen, baby, you just need to see your worth\n  Machine back, givin' them the gospel, this more church\n  My dog went to prison, came home and did more dirt\n  Had to tell my young boy to chill, that's your fourth Perc'\n  I love him, somethin' happen to me, he finna scorch earth (brrt)\n  I don't listen to these niggas' music, it all be cap\n  I was uninspired for a minute, this brought me back\n  I'm an Outkast like Big Boi, but I'm more Three Stacks\n  I might retire and play the flute, I'm so bored with rap\n\n  Shit, feelin' like I needed more\n  Even though I had just completed that European tour\n  When I was feelin' defeated, nobody even called\n  To check on me at all, you 'posed to be my dog (be my dog)\n  Even when I accomplish somethin', they don't give me applause\n  They just down-talkin' my name when speakin' to them broads\n  You the same niggas that always \"Big bro, big bro\" me to death, was MIA when I needed y'all\n  That's why I cut my ringer off\n  I don't wanna even talk, nah, I don't wanna text\n  'Bout to change my number next\n  But look, on another note, I just left the bank and I deposited another check\n  That was just a subtle flex (talk to 'em)\n  Machine\n\n  Rain (put some respect on my name)\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\n  Made tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\n  Look how far it's brought us, here's a way\n\n  Long nights, fighting through the pain\n  Another day I made it through the rain\n  Gotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\n  Gotta move yourself just to remind you\n\n  Rain\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain\n\n  I love how the drums got textures, the live music\n  That used to be our escape when the sky was bluish\n  Grayish cloudy with chance of rain, I'm a silent nuisance\n  And my feelings bottled up, used to pry, but useless\n  Effortless and futile attempts to break through my wall and feel helpless\n  I was so selfish, you not a Cancer, but turned to shellfish\n  Pearl of the clam, preserving your precious heart that melted\n  Every time we let that flame do its thing and I went Elvis\n\n  Dancin' on your boundaries\n  Every man done been a joker, confronted the clown in me\n  It's a shame you had that clover in hand and was countin' leaves\n  \"Do he love me? Do he love me not? 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(boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nDrunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\nMy name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\nThought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\nHe looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n\nWe was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\nNow we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\nUsed to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\nFor instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nMachine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\nAnd I barely post the pictures that I pose\nFashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\nThem niggas pray for my money to stop\nBro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n\nLoose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' 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humble pie and call my name on your neck\n\nI ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\nHe ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\nSmoking out the pound burning down the whole session\nMy niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n\nI catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\nHe keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\nI keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\nTake that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n\nWe take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\nAnd then we body him\nIf his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\nBut I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\nI'll pop you with a lee you slump\n\nSmoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\nThis nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\nBeen on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\nMy nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n\nTidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\nWe ain't vicious or malicious they 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money to stop\n[03:13.55] Bro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n[03:17.62] Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n[03:20.81] 'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[03:24.05] 'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n[03:27.11] 'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n[03:30.48] All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n[03:33.31] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n[03:36.77] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n[03:39.99] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n[03:42.99] Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n[03:46.58] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (niggas ain't playin' around), no\n[03:49.60] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n[03:53.33] 'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n[03:54.91] I'm breakin' and enterin', don't ask me about my 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bag, uh)\nStill in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah)\nI'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag\n\nBeen in the trenches, I've been pumpin' (huh)\nNow I pull up leave the Benz runnin' (huh)\nGlock 21, call it Tim Duncan (brr)\nBrodie pull up, he gon' end som'n (boom boom boom!)\nI just left the club, spent a big bag\nWhy you go there, nigga? 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You ain't spend nothin' (ha)\n[01:00.57] Niggas rappin' all this tough shit\n[01:02.16] Why you talkin' 'bout it, you ain't did nothin' (what you did?!)\n[01:05.06] Look at my (look at my)\n[01:07.53] You bitches couldn't come close\n[01:09.05] Coconut, pockets of the nigga in ghosts\n[01:13.44] I pogoda, shit, live it up, doin' the most\n[01:16.90] Like, what's the sky? (What's the sky?)\n[01:19.06] Shit, I got here on a boat, and he did too\n[01:22.27] All of the money is toucan blue\n[01:24.11] My nigga darin', like, who can't shoot?\n[01:26.28] Bitches be starin' like you didn't puke\n[01:28.25] You unprepared if you can't get two\n[01:30.21] Fuck it, tell 'em bring six\n[01:32.23] Call my nigga Jonny Quick, how he icy with a stick\n[01:36.21] Last round, drown, pick, watch how we get rich\n[01:39.97] I'ma talk big shit, like a nigga big dick\n[01:43.09] You can't tell me shit, bitch, except where the lick went\n[01:46.19] By the way, I drip, bitch, suck it with the lipstick\n[01:48.99] Fuck it, let me chill, shit, Conway told me, \"Kill shit\"\n[01:51.92] I done hit the kill switch (I done hit the kill switch)\n[01:54.53] Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner\n[01:57.98] Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa\n[02:02.95] Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner\n[02:06.04] Got it from the 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Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\nHavin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\nI was strugglin' makin' ends meet\nThirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\nI'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\nHad enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\nHad to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\nNobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n\nThe Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\nThe bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\nThey still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\nEvery time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\nBJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\nYoung boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\nDamn, private table at the Hard Rock\nMachine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (hahaha)\n\nMy mind made up\nCount that money, that's the only thing you save up\nDon't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\nKeep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah\n\nYo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell (scared as hell)\nTry to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)\nReally took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)\nHad to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale\nThe nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (brr)\n\nEither way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (ah)\nThe block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (work)\nThe work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale\nWe need a million grails (woo)\nYes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (nah)\n\nGot dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (haha)\nThese niggas mimic well (right)\nYou see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (ah)\nPut a lot of ice on my watch, for all that time that I spent in jail (ooh)\nYeah, waitin' for the bro, tap in, that the work landed (right)\nWhen that bass touch down, we call it Bo Jackson (ooh)\nNever go at 'em, I ain't gon' spell it out (Nah), no closed caption (they know)\nGoin' against the whole camp, pray for the best, but still the worst happens (drum)\n\nThey know Heem the Soprano, baby chopper in the flannel (they know)\nLive on the Eastside, we put bodies on the channel\nYou gon' lose, tryna gamble, know my goons too much to handle\nMy homie rollin', tweakin', paint his face up, like he Rambo\nThe pistol on the mantel (It's right there), you snitch, I can't stand you (can't stand you)\nHe talkin' like it's lit, so we blowin' out his candles\nI've been stackin' up on ammo (Stackin' up), paint the foreign camo (skrrt)\nWe customize the Glocks, it's tan Gucci on the handles\n\nStash a birdie in the panel, servin' in my sandals\nThe man behind the mask, like I'm young Rip Hamil\nGotta play the cards they hand you, I wave it and they scramble\nOne time, we killed a junkie, we was handin' out them samples\nYou sturdy, then we stamp you (Stamp you), I told the shooters \"Camp you\" (camp that nigga)\nYou can die in broad day, so don't let them niggas amp you (don't let them gas you up)\nThis street life a scandal (Scandal), just play it how they playin' you (plan)\nIf you go out like a gangster, that's the life that God planned, nigga (they know)\n\nAyo, ayy, Bums, I rose up, I. used to deal with scum (uh-huh)\nNow when the money come from the label, that shit in lump sums (cash)\nYou older than me, but you still broke, so you my son's son (these niggas washed)\nGrown-up lil' nigga, sent to the store on a blunt run\nCrime, we did it all, we never called 911 (never)\nBefore I had my own, me and my homie shared one gun\nA shitty Hi-Point, now it's Rugers and SIG Sauers (bah, bah)\n\nStash cake in case I catch a case to pay for the lawyer\nThat's your whore, I slit her off, 'cause she a daughter aura (uh-huh)\nShe open wide, like all the doors on the Ford Explorer (haha)\nI hit it, then run off, like I'm baseball's leading scorer (woo)\nWas sellin' balls and quarters, now I'm just rappin' with quarters\nWhen I go to work, this shit a body, like the fuckin' coroner\nMy whip a foreigner, this the raw that they snortin' up\n\nMy mind made up, made up (made up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.79] My mind made up\n[00:04.49] Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n[00:07.42] Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n[00:10.53] Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out\n[00:13.98] Yeah, yeah, my mind made up\n[00:17.15] Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n[00:20.04] Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n[00:23.10] Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out\n[00:26.59] Hear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\n[00:30.52] Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\n[00:33.78] I was strugglin' makin' ends meet\n[00:36.05] Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\n[00:38.72] I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\n[00:41.51] Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\n[00:44.72] Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\n[00:47.79] Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n[00:50.27] 'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n[00:52.95] The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\n[00:56.64] The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\n[00:59.31] They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\n[01:02.75] Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\n[01:05.50] BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\n[01:08.89] Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\n[01:12.36] Damn, private table at the Hard 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Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\n  start_ms: 26590\n  end_ms: 30520\n- text: Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\n  start_ms: 30520\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: I was strugglin' makin' ends meet\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36050\n- text: Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\n  start_ms: 36050\n  end_ms: 38720\n- text: I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\n  start_ms: 38720\n  end_ms: 41510\n- text: Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\n  start_ms: 41510\n  end_ms: 44720\n- text: Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\n  start_ms: 44720\n  end_ms: 47790\n- text: Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n  start_ms: 47790\n  end_ms: 50270\n- text: '''Cause my presence, nigga, somethin'' that''s divine (woo, woo)'\n  start_ms: 50270\n  end_ms: 52950\n- text: The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\n  start_ms: 52950\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\n  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end_ms: 91260\n- text: Yo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell (scared as hell)\n  start_ms: 91260\n  end_ms: 95110\n- text: Try to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)\n  start_ms: 95110\n  end_ms: 98150\n- text: Really took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)\n  start_ms: 98150\n  end_ms: 100750\n- text: Had to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale\n  start_ms: 100750\n  end_ms: 104730\n- text: The nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (brr)\n  start_ms: 104730\n  end_ms: 108080\n- text: Either way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (ah)\n  start_ms: 108080\n  end_ms: 110840\n- text: The block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (work)\n  start_ms: 110840\n  end_ms: 113390\n- text: The work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale\n  start_ms: 113390\n  end_ms: 115720\n- text: We need a million grails (woo)\n  start_ms: 115720\n  end_ms: 117040\n- text: Yes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (nah)\n  start_ms: 117040\n  end_ms: 120180\n- text: Got dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (haha)\n  start_ms: 120180\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: These niggas mimic well (right)\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 124230\n- text: You see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (ah)\n  start_ms: 124230\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: Put a lot of ice on my watch, for all that time that I spent in jail (ooh)\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 129780\n- text: Yeah, waitin' for the bro, tap in, that the work landed (right)\n  start_ms: 129780\n  end_ms: 133350\n- text: When that bass touch down, we call it Bo Jackson (ooh)\n  start_ms: 133350\n  end_ms: 136150\n- text: Never go at 'em, I ain't gon' spell it out (Nah), no closed caption (they know)\n  start_ms: 136150\n  end_ms: 139070\n- text: Goin' against the whole camp, pray for the best, but still the worst happens (drum)\n  start_ms: 139070\n  end_ms: 141920\n- text: They know Heem the Soprano, baby chopper in the flannel (they know)\n  start_ms: 141920\n  end_ms: 145120\n- text: Live on the Eastside, we put bodies on the channel\n  start_ms: 145120\n  end_ms: 148210\n- text: You gon' lose, tryna gamble, know my goons too much to handle\n  start_ms: 148210\n  end_ms: 151540\n- text: My homie rollin', tweakin', paint his face up, like he Rambo\n  start_ms: 151540\n  end_ms: 154660\n- text: The pistol on the mantel (It's right there), you snitch, I can't stand you (can't stand you)\n  start_ms: 154660\n  end_ms: 157820\n- text: He talkin' like it's lit, so we blowin' out his candles\n  start_ms: 157820\n  end_ms: 160820\n- text: I've been stackin' up on ammo (Stackin' up), paint the foreign camo (skrrt)\n  start_ms: 160820\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: We customize the Glocks, it's tan Gucci on the handles\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 167110\n- text: Stash a birdie in the panel, servin' in my sandals\n  start_ms: 167110\n  end_ms: 170470\n- text: The man behind the mask, like I'm young Rip Hamil\n  start_ms: 170470\n  end_ms: 173320\n- text: Gotta play the cards they hand you, I wave it and they scramble\n  start_ms: 173320\n  end_ms: 176730\n- text: One time, we killed a junkie, we was handin' out them samples\n  start_ms: 176730\n  end_ms: 179930\n- text: You sturdy, then we stamp you (Stamp you), I told the shooters \"Camp you\" (camp that nigga)\n  start_ms: 179930\n  end_ms: 183080\n- text: You can die in broad day, so don't let them niggas amp you (don't let them gas you up)\n  start_ms: 183080\n  end_ms: 186250\n- text: This street life a scandal (Scandal), just play it how they playin' you (plan)\n  start_ms: 186250\n  end_ms: 189390\n- text: If you go out like a gangster, that's the life that God planned, nigga (they know)\n  start_ms: 189390\n  end_ms: 192040\n- text: Ayo, ayy, Bums, I rose up, I. used to deal with scum (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 192040\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: Now when the money come 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Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\n  Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\n  I was strugglin' makin' ends meet\n  Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\n  I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\n  Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\n  Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\n  Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n  'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n\n  The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\n  The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\n  They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\n  Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\n  BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\n  Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\n  Damn, private table at the Hard Rock\n  Machine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (hahaha)\n\n  My mind made up\n  Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n  Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n  Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell (scared as hell)\n  Try to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)\n  Really took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)\n  Had to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale\n  The nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (brr)\n\n  Either way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (ah)\n  The block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (work)\n  The work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale\n  We need a million grails (woo)\n  Yes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (nah)\n\n  Got dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (haha)\n  These niggas mimic well (right)\n  You see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (ah)\n  Put a lot of ice on 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all out my way\n[01:59.84] If it's no way, I'ma make a way\n[02:03.66] That's just the game we'll play\n[02:07.75] Look, I heard I lost my nigga, Prick, then I lost my shit\n[02:11.74] Had to give Kutter the bad news and my dog was sick\n[02:15.10] I ain't cry until I came back from tour\n[02:17.46] And saw the obituary, then the tears started to fall like\n[02:20.81] \"Damn, they done scored on my nigga\"\n[02:24.87] I don't wanna lose no more of my niggas\n[02:27.44] Rest in peace, Chris James, my dog was the realest\n[02:30.58] My dog was the illest, stood on all of the business\n[02:33.42] Fuckin' all of the bitches, I'm giving you your flowers\n[02:37.04] Your son rapping, I'ma do everything in my power\n[02:39.82] To help get him in position, get him out the trenches\n[02:43.31] You've been my brother since we hid the pistols by the fences\n[02:46.46] In the yard on Gimbel, now I'm killin' instrumentals\n[02:49.46] Shit I did with a pencil, that got Toya in a Benzo\n[02:53.35] 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profit, boy, you played out\n\nHear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\nHavin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\nI was strugglin' makin' ends meet\nThirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\nI'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\nHad enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\nHad to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\nNobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n\nThe Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\nThe bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\nThey still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\nEvery time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\nBJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\nYoung boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\nDamn, private table at the Hard Rock\nMachine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (hahaha)\n\nMy mind made up\nCount that money, that's the only thing you save up\nDon't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\nKeep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah\n\nYo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell (scared as hell)\nTry to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)\nReally took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)\nHad to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale\nThe nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (brr)\n\nEither way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (ah)\nThe block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (work)\nThe work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale\nWe need a million grails (woo)\nYes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (nah)\n\nGot dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (haha)\nThese niggas mimic well (right)\nYou see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (ah)\nPut a lot of ice on my watch, for all that time that I spent in jail (ooh)\nYeah, waitin' for the bro, tap in, that the work landed (right)\nWhen that bass touch down, we call it Bo Jackson (ooh)\nNever go at 'em, I ain't gon' spell it out (Nah), no closed caption (they know)\nGoin' against the whole camp, pray for the best, but still the worst happens (drum)\n\nThey know Heem the Soprano, baby chopper in the flannel (they know)\nLive on the Eastside, we put bodies on the channel\nYou gon' lose, tryna gamble, know my goons too much to handle\nMy homie rollin', tweakin', paint his face up, like he Rambo\nThe pistol on the mantel (It's right there), you snitch, I can't stand you (can't stand you)\nHe talkin' like it's lit, so we blowin' out his candles\nI've been stackin' up on ammo (Stackin' up), paint the foreign camo (skrrt)\nWe customize the Glocks, it's tan Gucci on the handles\n\nStash a birdie in the panel, servin' in my sandals\nThe man behind the mask, like I'm young Rip Hamil\nGotta play the cards they hand you, I wave it and they scramble\nOne time, we killed a junkie, we was handin' out them samples\nYou sturdy, then we stamp you (Stamp you), I told the shooters \"Camp you\" (camp that nigga)\nYou can die in broad day, so don't let them niggas amp you (don't let them gas you up)\nThis street life a scandal (Scandal), just play it how they playin' you (plan)\nIf you go out like a gangster, that's the life that God planned, nigga (they know)\n\nAyo, ayy, Bums, I rose up, I. used to deal with scum (uh-huh)\nNow when the money come from the label, that shit in lump sums (cash)\nYou older than me, but you still broke, so you my son's son (these niggas washed)\nGrown-up lil' nigga, sent to the store on a blunt run\nCrime, we did it all, we never called 911 (never)\nBefore I had my own, me and my homie shared one gun\nA shitty Hi-Point, now it's Rugers and SIG Sauers (bah, bah)\n\nStash cake in case I catch a case to pay for the lawyer\nThat's your whore, I slit her off, 'cause she a daughter aura (uh-huh)\nShe open wide, like all the doors on the Ford Explorer (haha)\nI hit it, then run off, like I'm baseball's leading scorer (woo)\nWas sellin' balls and quarters, now I'm just rappin' with quarters\nWhen I go to work, this shit a body, like the fuckin' coroner\nMy whip a foreigner, this the raw that they snortin' up\n\nMy mind made up, made up (made up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.79] My mind made up\n[00:04.49] Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n[00:07.42] Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n[00:10.53] Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out\n[00:13.98] Yeah, yeah, my mind made up\n[00:17.15] Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n[00:20.04] Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n[00:23.10] Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out\n[00:26.59] Hear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\n[00:30.52] Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\n[00:33.78] I was strugglin' makin' ends meet\n[00:36.05] Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\n[00:38.72] I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\n[00:41.51] Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\n[00:44.72] Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\n[00:47.79] Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n[00:50.27] 'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n[00:52.95] The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\n[00:56.64] The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\n[00:59.31] They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\n[01:02.75] Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\n[01:05.50] BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\n[01:08.89] Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\n[01:12.36] Damn, private table at the Hard 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Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to\n  Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new\n  I was strugglin' makin' ends meet\n  Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak\n  I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet\n  Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble\n  Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle\n  Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind\n  'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (woo, woo)\n\n  The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn\n  The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha)\n  They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (ah)\n  Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans\n  BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)\n  Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance\n  Damn, private table at the Hard Rock\n  Machine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (hahaha)\n\n  My mind made up\n  Count that money, that's the only thing you save up\n  Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?\n  Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell (scared as hell)\n  Try to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)\n  Really took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)\n  Had to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale\n  The nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (brr)\n\n  Either way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (ah)\n  The block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (work)\n  The work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale\n  We need a million grails (woo)\n  Yes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (nah)\n\n  Got dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (haha)\n  These niggas mimic well (right)\n  You see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (ah)\n  Put a lot of ice on 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(boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nDrunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\nMy name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\nThought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\nHe looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n\nWe was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\nNow we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\nUsed to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\nFor instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nMachine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\nAnd I barely post the pictures that I pose\nFashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\nThem niggas pray for my money to stop\nBro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n\nLoose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n'Round here ain't playin' 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niggas\n[04:45.13] Take that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n[04:47.53] We take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\n[04:50.49] And then we body him\n[04:51.77] If his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\n[04:55.25] But I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\n[04:58.80] I'll pop you with a lee you slump\n[05:00.44] Smoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\n[05:03.97] This nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\n[05:06.97] Been on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\n[05:09.66] My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n[05:13.44] Tidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\n[05:16.25] We ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\n[05:19.75] Came on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\n[05:21.81] Catch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n[05:25.67] Stop playin' nigga\n[05:27.18] Stop playin', nigga, playin' nigga\n[05:29.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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30570\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (ain''t playin'' around), no'\n  start_ms: 30570\n  end_ms: 33610\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (stop playin'' nigga)'\n  start_ms: 33610\n  end_ms: 37380\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (for real)'\n  start_ms: 37380\n  end_ms: 40240\n- text: Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you ain't sayin' it now)\n  start_ms: 40240\n  end_ms: 43290\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (ain''t playin'' around), no'\n  start_ms: 43290\n  end_ms: 47120\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around, no'\n  start_ms: 47120\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around'\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 51820\n- text: My biggest concern is them getting niggas to turn (can't trust them)\n  start_ms: 51820\n  end_ms: 55310\n- text: Can't you fuck those kind of birds that don't finish the worm (I would not like that)\n  start_ms: 55310\n  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but they first should know all they routes\n  This place is out of prey, where them churches don't always crowd (uh-huh)\n\n  I was playin' near the furnace, came to hear the sermon (it was hard on, nigga)\n  I was showin' Buddy love, but stayin' clear of Sherman (uh-huh)\n  She stayed 'cause she was yearnin', layin' near the sternum (she miss me nigga)\n  How we supposed to follow shepherds when we fear the Germans?\n\n  Them laugh, they makin' dollya\n  All they do is sniffin', show them badges where the body was (I got you)\n  You don't take it back that you won't spend a dollar, bro\n  Aimed it with a high point at his head and hit his collar button\n  How? 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up)\nTake your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (uh-huh)\nBut niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity\nI'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn\nI'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (haha)\nLet me take her on shoppin' spree\nNiggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (talk to 'em)\n\nThese new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)\nRespected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)\nWell, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face\nAnd leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe\n\nLook, Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with\nI'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)\nLook, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (whip)\nCooked my first quarter brick, and fucked it up 'cause I rushed it (swear to God)\nAh, two ounces bagged up in 20s, I'm disgusted\nWhen Neiman and Johnnie Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (Taliban)\nNiggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit\n\nThat bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole\nBought me a Benz to stroll (ah), neck full of expensive gold (ah)\nWrist got presidential Role' (ah), Bottega on my bitch's toe (woo)\nUh, Bentayga when she hit the road, got paper and that bitch is cold\nI'm basically a different zone\n\nDrug money (drug money)\nDrug money (talk to 'em)\nThem bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money)\nFuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me\nThe bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money)\n\nDrug money (uh), drug money (real shit though)\nThem bitches love niggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnny Walker)\nNiggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (raided my shit twice)\nSo niggas kick down your door for yo' drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', nigga)\n\nI'm tryna be careful 'bout what I say on this\nAin't talkin' food when I say Filet-O-Fish, that's a yayo dish\nGet with me, bills crispy, straight from the bank with it, nigga\nCountin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips\nFuck these funny artisans know about money launderin'?\nPrice is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again\nI'm in my hood, fuckin' around with my homie, arguin'\n'Bout who sold more, if it's him (shit), 'least I taught him it\n\nPeddle cocaine, Mexican grade, then I stepped on mine (I did)\nWe the same, except for I am secure as the FOI (ah)\nI can detect a spy (I can), they tryna connect the guys (for real)\nTo the corner we fed with pies, the word is I bled it dry\n\nMy old motto was, \"If she wanna spend, she gotta help trap\"\nBut puttin' my bitch in harm's way, it wasn't no sense in that (uh-uh)\n'Cause I need her to have my back in case somebody else cracked\nI let her spend all these racks, but remind her that I'm the catch\nThese bricks that I'm handlin' and these shifts that I'm managin'\nMade me and my friends famous like Jennifer Aniston (let's go)\nIt's gon' take 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sket (brrt)\nSmart with my money now, I tend to invest\nOG told me keep them feelings in your chest\nJust kill 'em with your success (woo)\nThey gon' be sick when they vision your neck\nThem pieces with the emerald sets\nOne-eighty for the AP with the baguettes (talk to 'em)\nGot bitches on my neck like I'm Swae Lee\nSigned to Shady, then hit the connect\nAnd you know what I did with the check, my nigga\n(Yeah, you know what I did with that shit, nigga)\nAnd you know what I did with the check (ha)\nAyo, I went and got me a brick, a half a brick of some fent'\nI left the kitchen a mess, I twist my wrist and I stretch\nMy nigga, listen, I'm blessed (blessed)\nI'm Russell Wilson how I wiggle through duress\nNigga, picture me stressed, my nigga (picture that nigga)\nAll the cars and jewelry I bought myself (uh-huh)\nMy OG ain't teach me how to cook a brick, I taught myself (I taught myself)\nNow I'm jumpin' out the LaFerrari, Goyard the belt\nAnd park it right in front the May Store where all the hard was dealt (hahaha)\nWhen I was goin' broke, them niggas never offered help\nSo fuck 'em, I did it all myself, Machine, bitch\nIt's 7xve with the crazy flow\nI just paid my rent a couple days ago\nBut I still got a fence and ride Mercedes though (uh)\nThe one you thought won't be here\nBut oh yeah, I'm drummin' (I'm drummin')\nThat's word to Con, my mama proud of all that I'm becomin'\nThey askin' where did I come from (uh)\nBut my life been so crazy, I'm startled by the conundrum\n'Cause I've been tryna make it since 90 something, that's dumb young\nSent me back where I come from\nNow that I'm here, I ain't goin' stupid, I'm goin' dumb, dumb (yeah)\nThis a long way from beef Ramen\nFrom what I speak, Simon says it makes sense to keep rhymin'\nSo, when you see I, know this a long way from Antwerp (from Antwerp)\nAnd I've been fightin' with life so long my fuckin' hands hurt (my hands hurt)\nAnd I decided to right my wrongs and wrote a jam first\n'Cause if it jam first, 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situation is advantageous (what?)\nLook I'm at the top that's where I had to take it (let's go)\nDrumwork piece, see these diamonds is flawless\nI'm grindin' regardless, my reputations highly regarded (talk that talk)\nThe rarest kicks, you ain't findin' these Jordans\nI hit the cellar, put paper in front of 'em, like I was signin' an artist\nSee I just put a bullseye on my target (uh-huh)\nWith Daringer on production\nI'm on the verse that's when you findin' a carcass (what up, Daringer?)\nI'll air one like them white on white Forces\n5'10, I walk in like I'm enormous (uh-huh)\nThey let me in the game, I lock it and vaulted (woo)\nShe threw me bomb pussy so I had to Laviska Shenault it (let's go)\nIf I record it it's dope you can sniff or you snort it (uh-huh)\nYou think of me, you should envision the arctic\nI been the coldest I was focused back at Ocho in the littest apartment (my Ocho niggas)\nThis ain't a drill, this is gettin' alarmin'\nI grinded hard for gold trophies, they 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(ha)\n[00:41.41] We shot at niggas back then, the MAC-10 was the sket (brrt)\n[00:44.16] Smart with my money now, I tend to invest\n[00:46.54] OG told me keep them feelings in your chest\n[00:49.14] Just kill 'em with your success (woo)\n[00:50.59] They gon' be sick when they vision your neck\n[00:52.85] Them pieces with the emerald sets\n[00:54.95] One-eighty for the AP with the baguettes (talk to 'em)\n[00:57.16] Got bitches on my neck like I'm Swae Lee\n[00:59.43] Signed to Shady, then hit the connect\n[01:01.30] And you know what I did with the check, my nigga\n[01:05.61] (Yeah, you know what I did with that shit, nigga)\n[01:07.56] And you know what I did with the check (ha)\n[01:09.78] Ayo, I went and got me a brick, a half a brick of some fent'\n[01:13.56] I left the kitchen a mess, I twist my wrist and I stretch\n[01:16.80] My nigga, listen, I'm blessed (blessed)\n[01:18.33] I'm Russell Wilson how I wiggle through duress\n[01:20.81] Nigga, picture me stressed, my nigga (picture 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jewelry I bought myself (uh-huh)\n  My OG ain't teach me how to cook a brick, I taught myself (I taught myself)\n  Now I'm jumpin' out the LaFerrari, Goyard the belt\n  And park it right in front the May Store where all the hard was dealt (hahaha)\n  When I was goin' broke, them niggas never offered help\n  So fuck 'em, I did it all myself, Machine, bitch\n  It's 7xve with the crazy flow\n  I just paid my rent a couple days ago\n  But I still got a fence and ride Mercedes though (uh)\n  The one you thought won't be here\n  But oh yeah, I'm drummin' (I'm drummin')\n  That's word to Con, my mama proud of all that I'm becomin'\n  They askin' where did I come from (uh)\n  But my life been so crazy, I'm startled by the conundrum\n  'Cause I've been tryna make it since 90 something, that's dumb young\n  Sent me back where I come from\n  Now that I'm here, I ain't goin' stupid, I'm goin' dumb, dumb (yeah)\n  This a long way from beef Ramen\n  From what I speak, Simon says it makes sense to 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(uh-huh)\n  But breakin' through for me\n  Was like the rose that went and cracked the pavement (what?)\n  I put in the labor like it's black enslavement\n  See these writings abolished all my uncertainties\n  And now them shackles vacant (come on)\n  I watch for niggas, they'll finesse if the situation is advantageous (what?)\n  Look I'm at the top that's where I had to take it (let's go)\n  Drumwork piece, see these diamonds is flawless\n  I'm grindin' regardless, my reputations highly regarded (talk that talk)\n  The rarest kicks, you ain't findin' these Jordans\n  I hit the cellar, put paper in front of 'em, like I was signin' an artist\n  See I just put a bullseye on my target (uh-huh)\n  With Daringer on production\n  I'm on the verse that's when you findin' a carcass (what up, Daringer?)\n  I'll air one like them white on white Forces\n  5'10, I walk in like I'm enormous (uh-huh)\n  They let me in the game, I lock it and vaulted (woo)\n  She threw me bomb pussy so I had to 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sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n  start_ms: 131480\n  end_ms: 135330\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (ain''t playin'' around), no'\n  start_ms: 135330\n  end_ms: 138500\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around, no'\n  start_ms: 138500\n  end_ms: 141720\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around'\n  start_ms: 141720\n  end_ms: 144030\n- text: Them bodies dropped and we celebrated the moment\n  start_ms: 144030\n  end_ms: 147080\n- text: We want the smoke from any delegated opponents (we want)\n  start_ms: 147080\n  end_ms: 150170\n- text: Brody wore his mask like he's protectin' his face from COVID (ah-ah)\n  start_ms: 150170\n  end_ms: 153460\n- text: Hold on him now, and he ain't hesitatin' to blow it (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  start_ms: 153460\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: Drunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 160030\n- text: My name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\n  start_ms: 160030\n  end_ms: 163270\n- text: Thought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\n  start_ms: 163270\n  end_ms: 166860\n- text: He looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n  start_ms: 166860\n  end_ms: 170050\n- text: We was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\n  start_ms: 170050\n  end_ms: 173330\n- text: Now we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\n  start_ms: 173330\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: Used to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 179640\n- text: For instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  start_ms: 179640\n  end_ms: 183100\n- text: Machine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\n  start_ms: 183100\n  end_ms: 185260\n- text: And I barely post the pictures that I pose\n  start_ms: 185260\n  end_ms: 187670\n- text: Fashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\n  start_ms: 187670\n  end_ms: 191410\n- text: Them niggas pray for my money to stop\n  start_ms: 191410\n  end_ms: 193780\n- text: Bro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n  start_ms: 193780\n  end_ms: 197750\n- text: Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  start_ms: 197750\n  end_ms: 200610\n- text: '''Round here ain''t playin'' around round (ain''t playing around)'\n  start_ms: 200610\n  end_ms: 203830\n- text: '''Round here ain''t playin'' around round (ain''t playing around)'\n  start_ms: 203830\n  end_ms: 207110\n- text: '''Round here ain''t playin'' around (no)'\n  start_ms: 207110\n  end_ms: 209870\n- text: All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n  start_ms: 209870\n  end_ms: 213690\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (ain''t playin'' around), no'\n  start_ms: 213690\n  end_ms: 216990\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (stop playin'' nigga)'\n  start_ms: 216990\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (for real)'\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 226830\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around (niggas ain''t playin'' around), no'\n  start_ms: 226830\n  end_ms: 230080\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around, no'\n  start_ms: 230080\n  end_ms: 233350\n- text: '''Round here, niggas ain''t playin'' around'\n  start_ms: 233350\n  end_ms: 235240\n- text: I'm breakin' and enterin', don't ask me about my penmanship\n  start_ms: 235240\n  end_ms: 238400\n- text: I wrote my own bars, half of you niggas can't get drift of it\n  start_ms: 238400\n  end_ms: 241790\n- text: Spittin' shit that I can't believe, come and witness it\n  start_ms: 241790\n  end_ms: 244720\n- text: Stop playin' with me, nigga, I won't hesitate to spend your shit (I won't hesitate)\n  start_ms: 244720\n  end_ms: 248380\n- text: Spent my time writein' how I feel, I've been through a lot\n  start_ms: 248380\n  end_ms: 251650\n- text: Sold up the strip, yeah, chip off the old block (yeah)\n  start_ms: 251650\n  end_ms: 254620\n- text: 20 city tall, I make these niggas respect (I make these niggas respect)\n  start_ms: 254620\n  end_ms: 257710\n- text: Cut you a slice of humble pie and call my name on your neck\n  start_ms: 257710\n  end_ms: 261720\n- text: I ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\n  start_ms: 261720\n  end_ms: 265090\n- text: He ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\n  start_ms: 265090\n  end_ms: 268070\n- text: Smoking out the pound burning down the whole session\n  start_ms: 268070\n  end_ms: 271350\n- text: My niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n  start_ms: 271350\n  end_ms: 274650\n- text: I catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\n  start_ms: 274650\n  end_ms: 277810\n- text: He keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\n  start_ms: 277810\n  end_ms: 281150\n- text: I keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\n  start_ms: 281150\n  end_ms: 284800\n- text: Take that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n  start_ms: 284800\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: We take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290160\n- text: And then we body him\n  start_ms: 290160\n  end_ms: 291980\n- text: If his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\n  start_ms: 291980\n  end_ms: 295040\n- text: But I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\n  start_ms: 295040\n  end_ms: 298590\n- text: I'll pop you with a lee you slump\n  start_ms: 298590\n  end_ms: 300720\n- text: Smoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\n  start_ms: 300720\n  end_ms: 304050\n- text: This nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\n  start_ms: 304050\n  end_ms: 307260\n- text: Been on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\n  start_ms: 307260\n  end_ms: 309710\n- text: My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n  start_ms: 309710\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: Tidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316450\n- text: We ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\n  start_ms: 316450\n  end_ms: 319430\n- text: Came on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\n  start_ms: 319430\n  end_ms: 322280\n- text: Catch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 322280\n  end_ms: 325440\n- text: Stop playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 325440\n  end_ms: 327190\n- text: Stop playin', nigga, playin' nigga\n  start_ms: 327190\n  end_ms: 347020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 347020\nplain: |-\n  Stop playin', nigga\n  Stop playin', nigga\n  (For real though)\n  Goose by the fuckin' way, nigga\n  Let's go, let's go\n\n  Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n\n  All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\n  Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you ain't sayin' it now)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\n  My biggest concern is them getting niggas to turn (can't trust them)\n  Can't you fuck those kind of birds that don't finish the worm (I would not like that)\n  Took one in the arm, her face made a grimace, it burns (shot me in-)\n  When you lead it, someone may try and limit the turn\n\n  Your circle ain't always round, and your purpose ain't always found\n  There's certain kinds of shade where them curtains don't always count (uh-huh)\n  You run with someone's fate, but they first should know all they routes\n  This place is out of prey, where them churches don't always crowd (uh-huh)\n\n  I was playin' near the furnace, came to hear the sermon (it was hard on, nigga)\n  I was showin' Buddy love, but stayin' clear of Sherman (uh-huh)\n  She stayed 'cause she was yearnin', layin' near the sternum (she miss me nigga)\n  How we supposed to follow shepherds when we fear the Germans?\n\n  Them laugh, they makin' dollya\n  All they do is sniffin', show them badges where the body was (I got you)\n  You don't take it back that you won't spend a dollar, bro\n  Aimed it with a high point at his head and hit his collar button\n  How? (This shit, motherfucker)\n\n  Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't no playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't no playin' around (no)\n\n  All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\n  Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\n  Them bodies dropped and we celebrated the moment\n  We want the smoke from any delegated opponents (we want)\n  Brody wore his mask like he's protectin' his face from COVID (ah-ah)\n  Hold on him now, and he ain't hesitatin' to blow it (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\n  Drunk, know how we pull up the press, he faces us frozen\n  My name is my name, my resume still is golden (you know my name)\n  Thought he was a stand-up nigga, he catch that case and he folds it\n  He looked right in that detective face and he told it, ah (pussy)\n\n  We was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get them whole\n  Now we in the trenches in the rows, this is a different zone\n  Used to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows\n  For instance, if we ever had to show that all them niggas holes (boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\n  Machine bitch, I'm tripping on my clothes\n  And I barely post the pictures that I pose\n  Fashion we compare is tissue in my nose, yeah\n  Them niggas pray for my money to stop\n  Bro got three bodies, so he don't mind if another one drop\n\n  Loose lips don't sing a song (don't sing a song)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around round (ain't playing around)\n  'Round here ain't playin' around (no)\n\n  All that tough talk, get you put in the ground (get you put in the ground)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (stop playin' nigga)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (for real)\n\n  Say what you were sayin', you weren't sayin' it now (you weren't sayin' it now)\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around (niggas ain't playin' around), no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around, no\n  'Round here, niggas ain't playin' around\n\n  I'm breakin' and enterin', don't ask me about my penmanship\n  I wrote my own bars, half of you niggas can't get drift of it\n  Spittin' shit that I can't believe, come and witness it\n  Stop playin' with me, nigga, I won't hesitate to spend your shit (I won't hesitate)\n\n  Spent my time writein' how I feel, I've been through a lot\n  Sold up the strip, yeah, chip off the old block (yeah)\n  20 city tall, I make these niggas respect (I make these niggas respect)\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie and call my name on your neck\n\n  I ain't playing like a nigga towards ACL\n  He ain't gotta eat pasta, I'll make him taste the shell\n  Smoking out the pound burning down the whole session\n  My niggas kd should trade pounds the whole seven\n\n  I catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish\n  He keeps on looking at my chain, I told him make a wish\n  I keep an effing with an extra click (what), you are wick niggas\n  Take that jewelry off your neck and wrist\n\n  We take a nigga throwing mini trunk, (uh-huh, what else?)\n  And then we body him\n  If his fam don't give us what we want, I'm Gucci gang\n  But I ain't little punk there's a bullet like a zen nigga\n  I'll pop you with a lee you slump\n\n  Smoke the nigga ain't no need to ask away from\n  This nigga stupid he don't put the bags up in the front\n  Been on my grizzly I ain't slept in months\n  My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we've been on the hunt\n\n  Tidy up the house, leave the kids in the room\n  We ain't vicious or malicious they could visit, they told me\n  Came on my mama wound, the gangster nigga\n  Catch you slipping on the streets, stop playin' nigga\n\n  Stop playin' nigga\n  Stop playin', nigga, playin' nigga\n"},{"id":37366876,"name":"Andre 3000 (feat. Bangladesh)","trackName":"Andre 3000 (feat. 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Do he love me not? 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done been a joker, confronted the clown in me\n  start_ms: 184640\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: It's a shame you had that clover in hand and was countin' leaves\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: '\"Do he love me? Do he love me not? Or is he bound to leave?\"'\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 193240\n- text: I recall when we were hiking, observing astounding trees\n  start_ms: 193240\n  end_ms: 196190\n- text: And it began to rain and what beauty we found indeed\n  start_ms: 196190\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: It soothes me you would move on to new things that make you smile like Christmas Eve\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 202350\n- text: Every crown hits the ground, but you still a queen, believe\n  start_ms: 202350\n  end_ms: 205240\n- text: Rain (put some respect on my name)\n  start_ms: 205240\n  end_ms: 208110\n- text: Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  start_ms: 208110\n  end_ms: 213830\n- text: Look how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\n  start_ms: 213830\n  end_ms: 219460\n- text: Made tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\n  start_ms: 219460\n  end_ms: 225050\n- text: Look how far it's brought us, here's a way\n  start_ms: 225050\n  end_ms: 227950\n- text: Long nights, fighting through the pain\n  start_ms: 227950\n  end_ms: 230500\n- text: Another day I made it through the rain\n  start_ms: 230500\n  end_ms: 233660\n- text: Gotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\n  start_ms: 233660\n  end_ms: 236400\n- text: Gotta move yourself just to remind you\n  start_ms: 236400\n  end_ms: 239090\n- text: Rain\n  start_ms: 239090\n  end_ms: 242060\n- text: Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  start_ms: 242060\n  end_ms: 246980\n- text: Look how far we've traveled through the pain\n  start_ms: 246980\n  end_ms: 251170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 251170\nplain: |-\n  Machine, bitch\n  Put some respect on my name\n  Machine, bitch\n  You gotta salute me\n  Forever (yeah)\n  And ever and ever, ever\n  Are you not entertained, you bitch?\n  Put some respect on my name (uh)\n  Forever, Bangladesh (uh)\n  And ever and ever, ever (talk to 'em)\n\n  Put on for my city, you know who kicked in the door first (huh?)\n  I still got a lot to do, I still got more work\n  Before the music popped, I usеd to rap on my porch first\n  Then we used thе pot, got it in with the fork work\n  Shed so many tears like a Mr. Shakur verse\n  Before rap, I fell in love with the sports first (no cap)\n  Before the 'Bach, I fell in love with the Porsche first\n\n  Yeah, young woman giving up her body for a Dior purse\n  She don't understand that she really have more worth\n  You a queen, baby, you just need to see your worth\n  Machine back, givin' them the gospel, this more church\n  My dog went to prison, came home and did more dirt\n  Had to tell my young boy to chill, that's your fourth Perc'\n  I love him, somethin' happen to me, he finna scorch earth (brrt)\n  I don't listen to these niggas' music, it all be cap\n  I was uninspired for a minute, this brought me back\n  I'm an Outkast like Big Boi, but I'm more Three Stacks\n  I might retire and play the flute, I'm so bored with rap\n\n  Shit, feelin' like I needed more\n  Even though I had just completed that European tour\n  When I was feelin' defeated, nobody even called\n  To check on me at all, you 'posed to be my dog (be my dog)\n  Even when I accomplish somethin', they don't give me applause\n  They just down-talkin' my name when speakin' to them broads\n  You the same niggas that always \"Big bro, big bro\" me to death, was MIA when I needed y'all\n  That's why I cut my ringer off\n  I don't wanna even talk, nah, I don't wanna text\n  'Bout to change my number next\n  But look, on another note, I just left the bank and I deposited another check\n  That was just a subtle flex (talk to 'em)\n  Machine\n\n  Rain (put some respect on my name)\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\n  Made tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\n  Look how far it's brought us, here's a way\n\n  Long nights, fighting through the pain\n  Another day I made it through the rain\n  Gotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\n  Gotta move yourself just to remind you\n\n  Rain\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain\n\n  I love how the drums got textures, the live music\n  That used to be our escape when the sky was bluish\n  Grayish cloudy with chance of rain, I'm a silent nuisance\n  And my feelings bottled up, used to pry, but useless\n  Effortless and futile attempts to break through my wall and feel helpless\n  I was so selfish, you not a Cancer, but turned to shellfish\n  Pearl of the clam, preserving your precious heart that melted\n  Every time we let that flame do its thing and I went Elvis\n\n  Dancin' on your boundaries\n  Every man done been a joker, confronted the clown in me\n  It's a shame you had that clover in hand and was countin' leaves\n  \"Do he love me? Do he love me not? Or is he bound to leave?\"\n  I recall when we were hiking, observing astounding trees\n  And it began to rain and what beauty we found indeed\n  It soothes me you would move on to new things that make you smile like Christmas Eve\n  Every crown hits the ground, but you still a queen, believe\n\n  Rain (put some respect on my name)\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain (Machine, bitch, you gotta salute me)\n  Made tears of water, here's the grow (forever)\n  Look how far it's brought us, here's a way\n\n  Long nights, fighting through the pain\n  Another day I made it through the rain\n  Gotta lose yourself sometimes to find you\n  Gotta move yourself just to remind you\n\n  Rain\n  Rain, tears to fall, they leave a glow (forever)\n  Look how far we've traveled through the pain\n"}]