[{"id":3680894,"name":"From King","trackName":"From King","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"From King To A GOD","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To know that you are God\nIs another way of saying that when you feel\nCompletely with this universe\nYou feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it\nYou feel, in other words\nThat the whole energy\nWhich expresses itself in the galaxies is intimate\nIt is not something to which you are a stranger\nThat in your seeing, your hearing\nYour talking, your thinking, your moving\nYou express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars\n\nYeah\nGo time, nigga\nLook\nTake one hit of this pressure, I'm feelin' faded\nSo many verses of the year that I've written, I'm feelin' jaded\nJail call, ask how he doin', he said, \"I feel amazing\"\nAnd that's when he told me\n\"Watchin' you make it, I feel like I made it\"\nMade me think 'bout how I'm actin'\nUngrateful and still complainin' (uh-huh)\nEven though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (psh)\nI been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind\nSo when you hear 'em talk behind my back\nJust keep that in mind (keep it in mind)\nThey ain't real as you thought\nThem niggas, they talk about me behind my back\n'Bout the shit that I bought (hah)\n\nI bet them niggas is salt\n'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own\nThat I can fill up a vault (cap)\nLook me and shots the new Wee-Bay and Avon Barksdale\nMarlow and Chris, we spray the K (brr)\nLeveled up at least fifty what we see day-to-day\nWe are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with yeah, look\nYou can't hold me, ice the band of the Rollie\nAnd put it right on the hand of my homie\nYou can't control me (cap)\nI had a brodie up the can' slowly (huh)\nI gave all my shooters the ultimate\nGreen light, I'm D'antoni (get everything)\nAnd my story is far from finished (huh)\nI got my shoes off in 'em offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable)\nI'm a motherfuckin' brand, I'm a walkin' business (uh-huh)\nWe can't have a convo unless it involve six figures (not at all)\nThe homie facin' fifty years\nTurned my dog religious (free the homie)\nWe don't believe none of they bars\nKnow it's all fictitious (we don't believe that cap, nigga)\nWe at your baby, mama, house cookin' raw in the kitchen (whip up)\nAnd when I'm done cookin'\nI made that bitch wash the dishes\nMachine, bitch\n\nYeah, from king to a God, nigga\nAddress me as king\nGod level flow\nCelestial beings\nThe Machine, yeah\n\nYou challenge us?\nFellas, all you've done is unified us even more\nBecause as it's been said a million times\nWhen you're NWO\nYou're NWO (for life)\nAnytime, boys\n\nA very serious stare\nA very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash\nA lot of times, he'll come out here\nHe's smiling, joking about the NWO (NWO)\nAnd about how the NWO is running over WCW\nBut that was not the case here\nHe has thrown his name to the hat\nHe says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan and Scott Hall","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] To know that you are God\n[00:04.21] Is another way of saying that when you feel\n[00:08.61] Completely with this universe\n[00:12.98] You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it\n[00:16.80] You feel, in other words\n[00:18.05] That the whole energy\n[00:18.75] Which expresses itself in the galaxies is intimate\n[00:23.95] It is not something to which you are a stranger\n[00:28.75] That in your seeing, your hearing\n[00:30.58] Your talking, your thinking, your moving\n[00:32.72] You express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars\n[00:38.11] \n[00:44.12] Yeah\n[00:49.73] Go time, nigga\n[00:53.68] Look\n[00:54.53] Take one hit of this pressure, I'm feelin' faded\n[00:56.70] So many verses of the year that I've written, I'm feelin' jaded\n[00:59.82] Jail call, ask how he doin', he said, \"I feel amazing\"\n[01:03.13] And that's when he told me\n[01:04.18] \"Watchin' you make it, I feel like I made it\"\n[01:06.07] Made me think 'bout how I'm actin'\n[01:07.55] Ungrateful and still complainin' (uh-huh)\n[01:09.39] Even though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (psh)\n[01:12.44] I been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind\n[01:15.67] So when you hear 'em talk behind my back\n[01:17.76] Just keep that in mind (keep it in mind)\n[01:20.15] They ain't real as you thought\n[01:21.54] Them niggas, they talk about me behind my back\n[01:23.95] 'Bout the shit that I bought (hah)\n[01:25.34] I bet them niggas is salt\n[01:26.90] 'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own\n[01:29.36] That I can fill up a vault (cap)\n[01:30.97] Look me and shots the new Wee-Bay and Avon Barksdale\n[01:34.91] Marlow and Chris, we spray the K (brr)\n[01:36.98] Leveled up at least fifty what we see day-to-day\n[01:40.45] We are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with yeah, look\n[01:43.91] You can't hold me, ice the band of the Rollie\n[01:46.43] And put it right on the hand of my homie\n[01:49.01] You can't control me (cap)\n[01:50.27] I had a brodie up the can' slowly (huh)\n[01:52.49] I gave all my shooters the ultimate\n[01:54.29] Green light, I'm D'antoni (get everything)\n[01:56.39] And my story is far from finished (huh)\n[01:58.52] I got my shoes off in 'em offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable)\n[02:01.93] I'm a motherfuckin' brand, I'm a walkin' business (uh-huh)\n[02:04.48] We can't have a convo unless it involve six figures (not at all)\n[02:07.95] The homie facin' fifty years\n[02:09.44] Turned my dog religious (free the homie)\n[02:10.90] We don't believe none of they bars\n[02:12.59] Know it's all fictitious (we don't believe that cap, nigga)\n[02:14.12] We at your baby, mama, house cookin' raw in the kitchen (whip up)\n[02:17.28] And when I'm done cookin'\n[02:18.35] I made that bitch wash the dishes\n[02:20.12] Machine, bitch\n[02:23.42] Yeah, from king to a God, nigga\n[02:29.72] Address me as king\n[02:33.59] God level flow\n[02:35.57] Celestial beings\n[02:39.05] The Machine, yeah\n[02:49.04] You challenge us?\n[02:51.21] Fellas, all you've done is unified us even more\n[02:56.75] Because as it's been said a million times\n[03:00.20] When you're NWO\n[03:02.78] You're NWO (for life)\n[03:07.26] Anytime, boys\n[03:11.38] A very serious stare\n[03:14.54] A very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash\n[03:17.68] A lot of times, he'll come out here\n[03:19.12] He's smiling, joking about the NWO (NWO)\n[03:22.85] And about how the NWO is running over WCW\n[03:25.76] But that was not the case here\n[03:27.61] He has thrown his name to the hat\n[03:29.75] He says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan and Scott Hall\n[03:39.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: From King\n artist: Conway the Machine\n album: From King To A GOD\n duration_ms: 221000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: To know that you are God\n start_ms: 30\n end_ms: 4210\n- text: Is another way of saying that when 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GOD","duration":476.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To know that you are God\nIs another way of saying that when you feel\nCompletely with this universe\nYou feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it\nYou feel, in other words\nThat the whole energy\nWhich expresses itself in the galaxies is intimate\nIt is not something to which you are a stranger\nThat in your seeing, your hearing\nYour talking, your thinking, your moving\nYou express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars\n\nYeah\nGo time, nigga\nLook\nTake one hit of this pressure, I'm feelin' faded\nSo many verses of the year that I've written, I'm feelin' jaded\nJail call, ask how he doin', he said, \"I feel amazing\"\nAnd that's when he told me\n\"Watchin' you make it, I feel like I made it\"\nMade me think 'bout how I'm actin'\nUngrateful and still complainin' (uh-huh)\nEven though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (psh)\nI been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' 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(not at all)\nThe homie facin' fifty years\nTurned my dog religious (free the homie)\nWe don't believe none of they bars\nKnow it's all fictitious (we don't believe that cap, nigga)\nWe at your baby, mama, house cookin' raw in the kitchen (whip up)\nAnd when I'm done cookin'\nI made that bitch wash the dishes\nMachine, bitch\n\nYeah, from king to a God, nigga\nAddress me as king\nGod level flow\nCelestial beings\nThe Machine, yeah\n\nYou challenge us?\nFellas, all you've done is unified us even more\nBecause as it's been said a million times\nWhen you're NWO\nYou're NWO (for life)\nAnytime, boys\n\nA very serious stare\nA very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash\nA lot of times, he'll come out here\nHe's smiling, joking about the NWO (NWO)\nAnd about how the NWO is running over WCW\nBut that was not the case here\nHe has thrown his name to the hat\nHe says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan and Scott Hall","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] To know that you are God\n[00:04.21] Is another 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(uh-huh)\n[01:09.39] Even though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (psh)\n[01:12.44] I been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind\n[01:15.67] So when you hear 'em talk behind my back\n[01:17.76] Just keep that in mind (keep it in mind)\n[01:20.15] They ain't real as you thought\n[01:21.54] Them niggas, they talk about me behind my back\n[01:23.95] 'Bout the shit that I bought (hah)\n[01:25.34] I bet them niggas is salt\n[01:26.90] 'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own\n[01:29.36] That I can fill up a vault (cap)\n[01:30.97] Look me and shots the new Wee-Bay and Avon Barksdale\n[01:34.91] Marlow and Chris, we spray the K (brr)\n[01:36.98] Leveled up at least fifty what we see day-to-day\n[01:40.45] We are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with yeah, look\n[01:43.91] You can't hold me, ice the band of the Rollie\n[01:46.43] And put it right on the hand of my homie\n[01:49.01] You can't control me (cap)\n[01:50.27] I had a brodie up the can' slowly (huh)\n[01:52.49] I gave all my shooters the ultimate\n[01:54.29] Green light, I'm D'antoni (get everything)\n[01:56.39] And my story is far from finished (huh)\n[01:58.52] I got my shoes off in 'em offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable)\n[02:01.93] I'm a motherfuckin' brand, I'm a walkin' business (uh-huh)\n[02:04.48] We can't have a convo unless it involve six figures (not at all)\n[02:07.95] The homie facin' fifty years\n[02:09.44] Turned my dog religious (free the homie)\n[02:10.90] We don't believe none of they bars\n[02:12.59] Know it's all fictitious (we don't believe that cap, nigga)\n[02:14.12] We at your baby, mama, house cookin' raw in the kitchen (whip up)\n[02:17.28] And when I'm done cookin'\n[02:18.35] I made that bitch wash the dishes\n[02:20.12] Machine, bitch\n[02:23.42] Yeah, from king to a God, nigga\n[02:29.72] Address me as king\n[02:33.59] God level flow\n[02:35.57] Celestial beings\n[02:39.05] The Machine, yeah\n[02:49.04] You challenge us?\n[02:51.21] Fellas, all you've done is unified us even more\n[02:56.75] Because as it's been said a million times\n[03:00.20] When you're NWO\n[03:02.78] You're NWO (for life)\n[03:07.26] Anytime, boys\n[03:11.38] A very serious stare\n[03:14.54] A very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash\n[03:17.68] A lot of times, he'll come out here\n[03:19.12] He's smiling, joking about the NWO (NWO)\n[03:22.85] And about how the NWO is running over WCW\n[03:25.76] But that was not the case here\n[03:27.61] He has thrown his name to the hat\n[03:29.75] He says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan and Scott Hall\n[03:39.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: From King\n artist: Conway the Machine\n album: From King To A GOD\n duration_ms: 476000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: To know that you are God\n start_ms: 30\n end_ms: 4210\n- text: Is another way of saying that when you feel\n start_ms: 4210\n end_ms: 8610\n- text: Completely with this universe\n start_ms: 8610\n 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check)\n\nFor the paper, I coordinate a play with no Xs and Os (uh-huh)\nHis profession is flows, they deadly like when weapons explode (brrah)\nI know some niggas talkin' down who hit consecutive lows (uh-huh)\nWhile gradually, my decimals rose, like fans in the stands\nSection, and rows when exitin' shows (come on)\nStare me down and you get picked off\nLike corners when expectin' the throws (hahahaha)\n\nCarnivorous when spittin' it, I split the flesh from the bones (uh-huh)\nThey gas him like indigestion when ingestin' his poems (talk that talk)\nThat's food for thought, non-genetically modified\nMy headspace is classified, not heavily occupied (yeah, grrah)\nThe shit I'm draftin', not even Mel Kiper could make a mock of mines (never)\nIt's hard to get clear, like Concord 11 soles that's oxidized (ha)\nI'm dope personified, see, my drive is vehicular homicide\n\nThe playin' field will never be level 'cause we are not aligned (nah)\nI seen things on the east side that left me 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wait\nMy kitchen got a load and it reeks, right next to the grease (uh)\n\nWe fry fish a Friday a week, we told the police\nIf I should die from holdin' a ki', my soldiers'll keep (uh)\nSwear, I ain't ever told 'em a peep, I profit in sleep\nMe, you know the smell when the stove on\nHe positively at 'em like a proton\nThat's stiff with the batter like crowbar (stiff with the batter, nigga)\nIt's my turn, I learned to hustle, I earned it (uh)\n\nKnow the smell of coke burnin' like a unclean furnace (unclean furnace)\nTold myself that I'd be different, tried ownin' a business (shit)\nBut, shit, I wrote my by-laws from what I learned in them trenches (damn)\nI can't get a street nigga out my rich-ass interest\nYou won't get a brick from me, nigga\n'Less your bitch-ass sniff it ('less your bitch-ass sniff it)\nEver seen a quarter in cash just sittin' in stash? (Huh)\n\nWrist water, make a big splash, brick takin' a bath (huh)\nDon't let these niggas make you think we don't play\nGet him robbed at a ménage just for thinkin' we gay (nah)\nTryna make it out the cold, hittin' roads, splittin' toes\nIt's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (uh)\nI come in the booth and question the truth of\nWho you think the greatest? (Look)\n\nI'm testin' the proof 'cause most of these dudes\nShould've kept their latest (they should've kept that shit)\nI love when a hater get a shooter (uh)\nI lose a dollar, you lose your medulla (facts)\nThen I go and make a play in Ashtabula (uh)\nI'm shinin' like I'm Kent or Rick the Ruler (uh)\nSo much blow pitched on the low, it's like a tuba (hahaha)\n\nThis crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)\nI rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)\nRelapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)\nRelax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)\nThis pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)\n\nLord, I mean, I'm only followin' the steps you're ordering (ordering)\nDon't really think they understand what your daughter means\nWay different (go), I'ma shoot shots (go), Blake Griffin (go)\nI'm Medusa, my praise different\nBitch, east side, I was raised different, 7xve","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.78]Brr\n[00:09.63]Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern\n[00:13.26]I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (facts)\n[00:15.95]Lemon squeeze'll have you sent to Jesus\n[00:18.19]With a pen I been elite\n[00:19.52]Will send my delinquents to run up in the precinct (uh-huh)\n[00:22.26]Been on the street shit since the prices was on some 18 a ki' shit\n[00:26.17]You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit (hahahaha), look\n[00:28.75]Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some Meek shit\n[00:31.46]With a R&B chick that I'm 'bout to go sink my teeth in (ha)\n[00:35.30]New chrome MAC, I hit him, heard a few bones crack\n[00:38.58]That killer shit, my whole crew on that\n[00:40.93]Niggas throwin' rocks at my throne, I just shoot chrome back\n[00:44.20]Trust me, my gun go off, that's a true known fact\n[00:47.37](Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:47.75]Brought my hood bitch to Cali and she flew home packed (ha)\n[00:50.62]You could be eatin' too, my nigga, but you don't stack (you eatin' too)\n[00:54.00]Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental, I do own that (cap)\n[00:57.15]In the booth, I'm livin' proof like I'm Group Home Dap (talk to 'em)\n[01:00.51]Gave the homie a few more stacks\n[01:02.57]He sendin' bullets through your hat (boom, boom)\n[01:04.41]He swing the stick like Pujols' bat (hahahaha)\n[01:07.66]AMG, G-Wagen, you know who drove that?\n[01:10.08]We do those matte, we shoot poles into your back (brr)\n[01:13.49]And don't you dare run, uh\n[01:17.77]We shoot pole into your back\n[01:19.60](Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look\n[01:20.63]Bust down, Byzantine link, ice in the cross\n[01:23.11]Is like flawless, wire crosses (huh)\n[01:25.71]Killer hit him close range, drained his life forces\n[01:28.68]Blood on his white Forces (cap)\n[01:30.40]The smell of the corpse rottin' made him quite nauseous\n[01:33.45]Bro got bundles of white, toss it out the window\n[01:36.25]While I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (throw that shit, nigga)\n[01:42.15]A hundred thousand for a 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(ha)\n[02:25.49]I'm dope personified, see, my drive is vehicular homicide\n[02:29.13]The playin' field will never be level 'cause we are not aligned (nah)\n[02:32.47]I seen things on the east side that left me traumatized\n[02:35.76]My stories authentic, you gotta honor mine\n[02:38.05]It's slaughter time, that's word to Myers and Voorhees\n[02:40.94]I been grindin' for more things, like a Rollie and Porsche keys, look (let's get it)\n[02:44.75]Of course he's bossed and boss cross with the raw gleam\n[02:47.54]Every song that I'm on get charbroiled, the god's mean (talk that talk)\n[02:51.30]I'm young Revolver Ocelot clappin' at Solid Snake\n[02:54.06]My brain as sharp as surgical scalpels when I operate (ha)\n[02:57.37]At 17, all I prayed for was pussy and Aqua eights\n[03:00.51]Now blue faces all in my pockets, they overpopulate\n[03:03.78]I got it straight, ten K for a verse\n[03:06.05]That's a modest play, I oughta say (huh, huh)\n[03:08.21]I need 'bout eighty for a feature now 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(Huh)\n[04:08.77]Wrist water, make a big splash, brick takin' a bath (huh)\n[04:12.35]Don't let these niggas make you think we don't play\n[04:15.04]Get him robbed at a ménage just for thinkin' we gay (nah)\n[04:18.12]Tryna make it out the cold, hittin' roads, splittin' toes\n[04:21.45]It's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (uh)\n[04:24.11]I come in the booth and question the truth of\n[04:25.98]Who you think the greatest? 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(Huh)\n\nWrist water, make a big splash, brick takin' a bath (huh)\nDon't let these niggas make you think we don't play\nGet him robbed at a ménage just for thinkin' we gay (nah)\nTryna make it out the cold, hittin' roads, splittin' toes\nIt's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (uh)\nI come in the booth and question the truth of\nWho you think the greatest? (Look)\n\nI'm testin' the proof 'cause most of these dudes\nShould've kept their latest (they should've kept that shit)\nI love when a hater get a shooter (uh)\nI lose a dollar, you lose your medulla (facts)\nThen I go and make a play in Ashtabula (uh)\nI'm shinin' like I'm Kent or Rick the Ruler (uh)\nSo much blow pitched on the low, it's like a tuba (hahaha)\n\nThis crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)\nI rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)\nRelapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)\nRelax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)\nThis pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)\n\nLord, I mean, I'm only followin' the steps you're ordering (ordering)\nDon't really think they understand what your daughter means\nWay different (go), I'ma shoot shots (go), Blake Griffin (go)\nI'm Medusa, my praise different\nBitch, east side, I was raised different, 7xve","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.70] Brr\n[00:10.19] Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle 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Two-tone 'Bach, not a rental, I do own that (cap)\n[00:57.00] In the booth, I'm livin' proof like I'm Group Home Dap (talk to 'em)\n[01:00.58] Gave the homie a few more stacks\n[01:02.54] He sendin' bullets through your hat (boom, boom)\n[01:04.49] He swing the stick like Pujols' bat (hahahaha)\n[01:07.03] AMG, G-Wagen, you know who drove that?\n[01:10.09] We do those matte, we shoot poles into your back (brr)\n[01:13.11] And don't you dare run, uh\n[01:17.87] We shoot pole into your back\n[01:18.86] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look\n[01:20.57] Bust down, Byzantine link, ice in the cross\n[01:23.23] Is like flawless, wire crosses (huh)\n[01:25.66] Killer hit him close range, drained his life forces\n[01:28.64] Blood on his white Forces (cap)\n[01:30.43] The smell of the corpse rottin' made him quite nauseous\n[01:33.45] Bro got bundles of white, toss it out the window\n[01:36.11] While I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (throw that shit, 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flawless, wire crosses (huh)\nKiller hit him close range, drained his life forces\n\nBlood on his white Forces (cap)\nThe smell of the corpse rottin' made him quite nauseous\nBro got bundles of white, toss it out the window\nWhile I get the blue and whites off us, nigga (throw that shit, nigga)\nA hundred thousand for a show, that's a nice offer, Machine (yo-yo, yo-yo, uh, yo-yo, check)\n\nFor the paper, I coordinate a play with no Xs and Os (uh-huh)\nHis profession is flows, they deadly like when weapons explode (brrah)\nI know some niggas talkin' down who hit consecutive lows (uh-huh)\nWhile gradually, my decimals rose, like fans in the stands\nSection, and rows when exitin' shows (come on)\nStare me down and you get picked off\nLike corners when expectin' the throws (hahahaha)\n\nCarnivorous when spittin' it, I split the flesh from the bones (uh-huh)\nThey gas him like indigestion when ingestin' his poems (talk that talk)\nThat's food for thought, non-genetically modified\nMy headspace is classified, not heavily occupied (yeah, grrah)\nThe shit I'm draftin', not even Mel Kiper could make a mock of mines (never)\nIt's hard to get clear, like Concord 11 soles that's oxidized (ha)\nI'm dope personified, see, my drive is vehicular homicide\n\nThe playin' field will never be level 'cause we are not aligned (nah)\nI seen things on the east side that left me traumatized\nMy stories authentic, you gotta honor mine\nIt's slaughter time, that's word to Myers and Voorhees\nI been grindin' for more things, like a Rollie and Porsche keys, look (let's get it)\nOf course he's bossed and boss cross with the raw gleam\nEvery song that I'm on get charbroiled, the god's mean (talk that talk)\n\nI'm young Revolver Ocelot clappin' at Solid Snake\nMy brain as sharp as surgical scalpels when I operate (ha)\nAt 17, all I prayed for was pussy and Aqua eights\nNow blue faces all in my pockets, they overpopulate\nI got it straight, ten K for a verse\nThat's a modest play, I oughta say (huh, huh)\n\nI need 'bout eighty for a feature now (look)\nRaised by a hustler, bitch, you should try and talk me down (uh)\nI was in the hood beggin' for hope and they were not around (no)\nNow I'm sellin' crack and servin' dope and sendin' chopper sounds (uh)\nNeed me like the Pope, I sell 'em soap, still they a block around (uh)\nSlave like talkin' Jesus, like the boat, wait\nMy kitchen got a load and it reeks, right next to the grease (uh)\n\nWe fry fish a Friday a week, we told the police\nIf I should die from holdin' a ki', my soldiers'll keep (uh)\nSwear, I ain't ever told 'em a peep, I profit in sleep\nMe, you know the smell when the stove on\nHe positively at 'em like a proton\nThat's stiff with the batter like crowbar (stiff with the batter, nigga)\nIt's my turn, I learned to hustle, I earned it (uh)\n\nKnow the smell of coke burnin' like a unclean furnace (unclean furnace)\nTold myself that I'd be different, tried ownin' a business (shit)\nBut, shit, I wrote my by-laws from what I learned in them trenches (damn)\nI can't get a street nigga out my rich-ass interest\nYou won't get a brick from me, nigga\n'Less your bitch-ass sniff it ('less your bitch-ass sniff it)\nEver seen a quarter in cash just sittin' in stash? (Huh)\n\nWrist water, make a big splash, brick takin' a bath (huh)\nDon't let these niggas make you think we don't play\nGet him robbed at a ménage just for thinkin' we gay (nah)\nTryna make it out the cold, hittin' roads, splittin' toes\nIt's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (uh)\nI come in the booth and question the truth of\nWho you think the greatest? (Look)\n\nI'm testin' the proof 'cause most of these dudes\nShould've kept their latest (they should've kept that shit)\nI love when a hater get a shooter (uh)\nI lose a dollar, you lose your medulla (facts)\nThen I go and make a play in Ashtabula (uh)\nI'm shinin' like I'm Kent or Rick the Ruler (uh)\nSo much blow pitched on the low, it's like a tuba (hahaha)\n\nThis crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)\nI rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)\nRelapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)\nRelax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)\nThis pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)\n\nLord, I mean, I'm only followin' the steps you're ordering (ordering)\nDon't really think they understand what your daughter means\nWay different (go), I'ma shoot shots (go), Blake Griffin (go)\nI'm Medusa, my praise different\nBitch, east side, I was raised different, 7xve","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.78] Brr\n[00:09.63] Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle 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hard to get clear, like Concord 11 soles that's oxidized (ha)\n[02:25.49] I'm dope personified, see, my drive is vehicular homicide\n[02:29.13] The playin' field will never be level 'cause we are not aligned (nah)\n[02:32.47] I seen things on the east side that left me traumatized\n[02:35.76] My stories authentic, you gotta honor mine\n[02:38.05] It's slaughter time, that's word to Myers and Voorhees\n[02:40.94] I been grindin' for more things, like a Rollie and Porsche keys, look (let's get it)\n[02:44.75] Of course he's bossed and boss cross with the raw gleam\n[02:47.54] Every song that I'm on get charbroiled, the god's mean (talk that talk)\n[02:51.30] I'm young Revolver Ocelot clappin' at Solid Snake\n[02:54.06] My brain as sharp as surgical scalpels when I operate (ha)\n[02:57.37] At 17, all I prayed for was pussy and Aqua eights\n[03:00.51] Now blue faces all in my pockets, they overpopulate\n[03:03.78] I got it straight, ten K for a verse\n[03:06.05] That's a modest play, I oughta say (huh, huh)\n[03:08.21] I need 'bout eighty for a feature now (look)\n[03:10.83] Raised by a hustler, bitch, you should try and talk me down (uh)\n[03:13.81] I was in the hood beggin' for hope and they were not around (no)\n[03:17.17] Now I'm sellin' crack and servin' dope and sendin' chopper sounds (uh)\n[03:20.29] Need me like the Pope, I sell 'em soap, still they a block around (uh)\n[03:23.59] Slave like talkin' Jesus, like the boat, wait\n[03:25.89] My kitchen got a load and it reeks, right next to the grease (uh)\n[03:29.12] We fry fish a Friday a week, we told the police\n[03:32.33] If I should die from holdin' a ki', my soldiers'll keep (uh)\n[03:35.58] Swear, I ain't ever told 'em a peep, I profit in sleep\n[03:38.85] Me, you know the smell when the stove on\n[03:41.14] He positively at 'em like a proton\n[03:43.70] That's stiff with the batter like crowbar (stiff with the batter, nigga)\n[03:46.19] It's my turn, I learned to hustle, I earned it (uh)\n[03:49.12] Know the smell of coke burnin' like a unclean furnace (unclean furnace)\n[03:52.28] Told myself that I'd be different, tried ownin' a business (shit)\n[03:55.45] But, shit, I wrote my by-laws from what I learned in them trenches (damn)\n[03:58.82] I can't get a street nigga out my rich-ass interest\n[04:01.71] You won't get a brick from me, nigga\n[04:03.62] 'Less your bitch-ass sniff it ('less your bitch-ass sniff it)\n[04:05.59] Ever seen a quarter in cash just sittin' in stash? (Huh)\n[04:08.77] Wrist water, make a big splash, brick takin' a bath (huh)\n[04:12.35] Don't let these niggas make you think we don't play\n[04:15.04] Get him robbed at a ménage just for thinkin' we gay (nah)\n[04:18.12] Tryna make it out the cold, hittin' roads, splittin' toes\n[04:21.45] It's understood, gotta get lows to hit goals (uh)\n[04:24.11] I come in the booth and question the truth of\n[04:25.98] Who you think the greatest? (Look)\n[04:27.06] I'm testin' the proof 'cause most of these dudes\n[04:29.18] Should've kept their latest (they should've kept that shit)\n[04:30.84] I love when a hater get a shooter (uh)\n[04:33.09] I lose a dollar, you lose your medulla (facts)\n[04:35.52] Then I go and make a play in Ashtabula (uh)\n[04:37.85] I'm shinin' like I'm Kent or Rick the Ruler (uh)\n[04:40.46] So much blow pitched on the low, it's like a tuba (hahaha)\n[04:43.51] This crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)\n[04:46.05] I rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)\n[04:48.65] Relapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)\n[04:50.83] Relax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)\n[04:53.39] This pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)\n[04:57.34] Lord, I mean, I'm only followin' the steps you're ordering (ordering)\n[05:01.89] Don't really think they understand what your daughter means\n[05:04.62] Way different (go), I'ma shoot shots (go), Blake Griffin (go)\n[05:06.64] I'm Medusa, 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niggas in your post\n[00:52.24] Hopin' that they comment back and at you in it\n[00:55.19] I don't wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas\n[00:57.69] I honestly don't give no fucks about\n[00:59.97] Bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)\n[01:02.26] Griselda, bitch, we the inspiration (huh)\n[01:04.50] You can see me and Gunn influencin' all the music these niggas makin'\n[01:08.73] Ask B Dot and Elliot, they will tell you yes (go and ask 'em, nigga)\n[01:11.74] Ask my nigga Mal and Joe Budden, they can tell you best (uh huh)\n[01:15.27] Ask the homie Wayno and 'em, they'll confess\n[01:18.10] Lotta albums are suddenly startin'\n[01:20.18] To feel a lil' more Griselda-esque (ha)\n[01:22.30] Talk to Ebro, ask Sway in the Morning\n[01:25.10] About the impact of this movement, sure they'll say it's enormous\n[01:28.67] 'Member I used to sell the yay with the AK on the corner (huh)\n[01:32.04] Now reality TV bitches keep sayin' I'm gorgeous (what up, baby?)\n[01:35.59] I got the 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Ry got me)\nMachine, bitch\nAyy, Hit, when we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga?\n\nYeah, all praise is due to the most high\nRemain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by\nIt fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile\nTold 'em that time like Kobe first\nStep, that shit gon' blow by (That's light)\nUsed to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides\nWas in the streets, but I still provided the hope for those guys\nI'm just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source\nWhere you gotta take a plane and a boat ride (Talk to 'em)\nTo get it back, every nigga in my section live (Hah)\nKnow some shooters that's bustin' pipes\nLike when pressure rise (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nRappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side\n'Til I see 'em in public,\nNow they wanna contextualize (What you say about it?)\nI heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time\nHit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide\nThese verses is exercise, lately,\nI'm feelin' like I'm the best alive (Hah)\nAnd this my first album, I just arrived (Cap)\nI hear niggas stealin' my lane, but we don't spit it the same\nThey say it's gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang\nThey tryna hang so they can get close\nTo the book and just steal 'em a page\nI don't consider you gang (You ain't gang, nigga)\nI told you on that song with Eminem, Bang (Hah)\nThat I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game (Grrah)\nGxFR, went and put that shit on my chain (Cap)\n'Cause long after I die, all my niggas remain (Talk to 'em)\nAyy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production\nRollie my wrist and I bust it (Uh huh)\nListen, we built the whole Griselda house\nWith our own hands, we did it from nothin' (Cap)\nI mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction\nSo fuck your top five if it ain't me\nUh, I came a long way from May Street (May Block, nigga, yeah)\nLook what I became, God don't make mistakes, see\nI'm 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah (Hah, ayy)\n\nI'll do a nigga bogus (Bogus, yeah, yeah)\nI'll leave a nigga lonely (Lonely, yeah, yeah)\nFear of God I got on (Got on, yeah, yeah)\nI'm way at the top where it's lonely (Lonely)\nAll my niggas paid an'\nWe run it up and break bread (Ayy, ayy)\nCan't let you get to my head\nI can't let you get to my head (My head)\nDropped all of my friends, got my brothers with me (Yeah, yeah)\nCuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me (Woah)\nI grew up listenin' to most of my OGs, yeah\nKeep an eye on granny, I can't watch her OD\nI got real birds (Birds) watchin'-watchin' me\nYou got big nerves (Nerves), plottin' on me\nI don't fear anything, yeah\nI don't feel anything, uh\n\nYeah (Yeah)\nYeah (Yeah)\nOoh, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Yeah, nigga (G. Ry got me)\n[00:16.70] Machine, bitch (Machine, bitch)\n[00:21.02] Ay, Hit, when we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga?\n[00:24.08] Yeah, all praise is due to the most high\n[00:26.68] Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by (go by)\n[00:29.56] It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile (profile)\n[00:32.43] Told 'em that time like Kobe first step, that shit gon' blow by (that's light)\n[00:35.73] Used to bag the dope, playin' Mos, Black on Both Sides (both sides)\n[00:38.35] Was in the streets, but I still provided the hope for those guys (those guys)\n[00:41.37] I'm just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source\n[00:45.25] Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride (talk to 'em)\n[00:47.49] To get it back, every nigga in my section live (hah)\n[00:50.68] Know some shooters that's bustin' pipes like when pressure rise (boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[00:53.63] Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side\n[00:56.46] 'Til I see 'em in public, now they wanna contextualize (what you say about it?)\n[00:59.50] I heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time\n[01:02.27] Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide\n[01:05.48] These verses is exercise, lately, I'm feelin' like I'm the best alive (hah)\n[01:09.11] And this my first album, I just arrived (cap)\n[01:11.77] I hear niggas stealin' my lane, but we don't spit it the same\n[01:14.70] They say it's gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang\n[01:17.76] They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page\n[01:21.54] I don't consider you gang (you ain't gang, nigga)\n[01:23.55] I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang (hah)\n[01:26.17] That I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game (grrah)\n[01:29.17] GxFR, went and put that shit on my chain (cap)\n[01:32.14] 'Cause long after I die, all my niggas remain (talk to 'em)\n[01:35.07] Ay, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production\n[01:37.97] Rollie my wrist and I bust it (uh-huh)\n[01:39.58] Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our own hands, we did it from nothin' (cap)\n[01:43.83] I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction\n[01:47.13] So fuck your top five if it ain't me\n[01:49.78] Uh, I came a long way from May Street (May Block, nigga, yeah)\n[01:53.06] Look what I became, God don't make mistakes, see\n[01:55.82] I'm 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah (hah, ay)\n[01:59.57] I'll do a nigga bogus (bogus, yeah, yeah)\n[02:02.42] I'll leave a nigga lonely (lonely, yeah, yeah)\n[02:05.46] Fear of God I got on (got on, yeah, yeah)\n[02:08.10] I'm way at the top, where it's lonely (lonely)\n[02:11.77] All my niggas paid an'\n[02:14.23] We run it up and break bread (ay, ay)\n[02:17.16] I can't let you get to my head\n[02:19.87] I can't let you get to my head (my head)\n[02:22.21] Dropped all of my friends, got my brothers with me (yeah, yeah)\n[02:25.09] Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me (whoa)\n[02:28.13] I grew up listenin' to most of my OGs, yeah\n[02:31.02] Keep an eye on granny, I can't watch her OD\n[02:33.67] I got real birds (birds) watchin'-watchin' me\n[02:36.63] You got big nerves (nerves), plottin' on me\n[02:40.14] I don't fear anything, yeah\n[02:43.35] I don't feel anything, uh\n[02:47.73] Yeah (yeah)\n[02:50.19] Yeah\n[02:51.49] (Yeah, yeah, ay)\n[02:53.19] Yeah\n[02:57.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fear Of God\n artist: Conway The Machine\n album: From King To A GOD\n duration_ms: 178000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, nigga (G. 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Ry got me)\n Machine, bitch\n Ayy, Hit, when we gon' do some shit like this, my nigga?\n\n Yeah, all praise is due to the most high\n Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by\n It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile\n Told 'em that time like Kobe first\n Step, that shit gon' blow by (That's light)\n Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides\n Was in the streets, but I still provided the hope for those guys\n I'm just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source\n Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride (Talk to 'em)\n To get it back, every nigga in my section live (Hah)\n Know some shooters that's bustin' pipes\n Like when pressure rise (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side\n 'Til I see 'em in public,\n Now they wanna contextualize (What you say about it?)\n I heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time\n Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide\n These verses is exercise, lately,\n I'm feelin' like I'm the best alive (Hah)\n And this my first album, I just arrived (Cap)\n I hear niggas stealin' my lane, but we don't spit it the same\n They say it's gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang\n They tryna hang so they can get close\n To the book and just steal 'em a page\n I don't consider you gang (You ain't gang, nigga)\n I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang (Hah)\n That I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game (Grrah)\n GxFR, went and put that shit on my chain (Cap)\n 'Cause long after I die, all my niggas remain (Talk to 'em)\n Ayy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production\n Rollie my wrist and I bust it (Uh huh)\n Listen, we built the whole Griselda house\n With our own hands, we did it from nothin' (Cap)\n I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction\n So fuck your top five if it ain't me\n Uh, I came a long way from May Street (May Block, nigga, yeah)\n Look what I became, God don't make mistakes, see\n I'm 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah (Hah, ayy)\n\n I'll do a nigga bogus (Bogus, yeah, yeah)\n I'll leave a nigga lonely (Lonely, yeah, yeah)\n Fear of God I got on (Got on, yeah, yeah)\n I'm way at the top where it's lonely (Lonely)\n All my niggas paid an'\n We run it up and break bread (Ayy, ayy)\n Can't let you get to my head\n I can't let you get to my head (My head)\n Dropped all of my friends, got my brothers with me (Yeah, yeah)\n Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me (Woah)\n I grew up listenin' to most of my OGs, yeah\n Keep an eye on granny, I can't watch her OD\n I got real birds (Birds) watchin'-watchin' me\n You got big nerves (Nerves), plottin' on me\n I don't fear anything, yeah\n I don't feel anything, uh\n\n Yeah (Yeah)\n Yeah (Yeah)\n Ooh, yeah\n"},{"id":5100876,"name":"Anza","trackName":"Anza","artistName":"Conway The Machine","albumName":"From King To A GOD","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woo, woo\nBig bag alert\nYeah\nYou know we gettin' the most money, right?\nWe already got the most money, nigga (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)\nWhen you see me, big watch, fifty pointers in the bezel of it (you see it)\nBig draco on me, you could never tough it (ha)\nTry to run down, better think better of it\nTold my shooter if it's smoke, then you better up it (boom, boom, boom)\nThat bitch pussy good, but I could never love it (sot at all)\nI dive in that pussy like I'm treasure huntin' (splash)\nShe ain't really my bitch, but she my bitch (that's my bitch)\nTook her out the hood, now she levelled up (ha)\nUh, might put her in the CCs\nThe two Fs and the GGs (talk to 'em)\nThe CDs and the DGs\nAnd I pass the bitch off, CP3\nWe come, big strap, peon, get back\nI am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack (brr)\nPut my whole city on map, we won't get at\nNiggas know what we on, get back, nigga, let this bitch breathe\nI ain't done\nLet this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve\nBig brodie sold kis, big forty on me\nTwo hundred on Vs, try to run up on me\nYour mama gon' grieve, bro, you know we gon' squeeze (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nBro, you know you won't leave\nYou know we on go, bro, you know we don't freeze\nKutter hangin' out the car and he throwin' light breeze (brr)\nKnow we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps\nGot the forty-four Colt like a Rodeo\nHomie gon' bleed (boom), put the hole in both knees\nGotta suck it if your pussy on bleed (ha), let that bitch breathe\nBitch breathe, let that bitch breathe\nBreathe, let that bitch breathe\nLet that bitch breathe\nLet that bitch breathe, bitch, let that bitch breathe (woo)\nUh, I just got another bag, nigga (woo)\nUh, I'm really tied in with the streets\nI ain't just another rap nigga (woo)\nYeah, and that's a fact, nigga\nThat ain't no cap, we be slidin' with the MACs\nNigga, thirty-two shot clips, call that shit Shaq, nigga (brr)\nAimin' at your hat, nigga, put you on your back\nPlay with me if you want to, that'll get you whacked, nigga\nMVP form, you can go and check the stats, nigga\n'Bout to win a ring, then I'm winnin' back to back, nigga (ha, ha, ha)\nRoll another Back and you know I'm puttin' wax in it\nLouis letterman, LV on the patch\nI don't love no hoe, I ain't gettin' too attached with her\nHit it from the back, then I say I'll holler back, gotta let that bitch breathe (hahaha)\nUh, uh\nQueen Caese\nWhen you see me, Queen Caese, bow down when you greet me (uh)\nFull speed, I got the green like Luigi (come on)\nLotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy (breezy)\nKnown to do an AmEx greasy\nMani ain't the chick you can get right to (uh huh)\nHit my line, highly doubt you'll get right through (uh uh)\nCartier on the boots, that's my get right shoe (ooh)\nGriselda is the movement and the get right crew (yup)\nSlim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag (ooh)\nDeuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke, who mad? (yup)\nBad bitch, big drip, with a whole lotta swag (ah)\nFive-six, fly chick, whole lotta ass (woo)\nHit the club, pop Ace, throw a lil' cash (cash)\nPush a coupe, deuce-double-O on the dash\nAin't about the money, it's fuck 'em like Mr. Marcus (fuck 'em)\nMarried to the money, tell niggas I'm off the market (I'm off the market)\nHuh, don't get scared now, nigga\nLet's talk about it, pussy ass niggas\nIf you don't know about it, ask your ho about it\nIt's up and it's motherfuckin' stuck there\nLights out for you niggas and you bitches too\nGriselda forever\nBig steppers","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.38] Woo, woo\n[00:04.85] Big bag alert\n[00:07.79] Yeah\n[00:12.28] You know we gettin' the most money, right?\n[00:15.15] We already got the most money, nigga (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)\n[00:17.81] When you see me, big watch, fifty pointers in the bezel of it (you see it)\n[00:21.05] Big draco on me, you could never tough it (ha)\n[00:23.35] Try to run down, better think better of it\n[00:25.80] Told my shooter if it's smoke, then you better up it (boom, boom, boom)\n[00:28.20] That bitch pussy good, but I could never love it (sot at all)\n[00:30.61] I dive in that pussy like I'm treasure huntin' (splash)\n[00:32.89] She ain't really my bitch, but she my bitch (that's my bitch)\n[00:35.23] Took her out the hood, now she levelled up (ha)\n[00:37.58] Uh, might put her in the CCs\n[00:39.85] The two Fs and the GGs (talk to 'em)\n[00:42.57] The CDs and the DGs\n[00:44.87] And I pass the bitch off, CP3\n[00:47.25] We come, big strap, peon, get back\n[00:49.44] I am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack (brr)\n[00:51.56] Put my whole city on map, we won't get at\n[00:53.96] Niggas know what we on, get back, nigga, let this bitch breathe\n[00:58.89] I ain't done\n[00:59.97] Let this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve\n[01:02.93] Big brodie sold kis, big forty on me\n[01:05.18] Two hundred on Vs, try to run up on me\n[01:07.90] Your mama gon' grieve, bro, you know we gon' squeeze (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:10.32] Bro, you know you won't leave\n[01:11.33] You know we on go, bro, you know we don't freeze\n[01:13.51] Kutter hangin' out the car and he throwin' light breeze (brr)\n[01:16.11] Know we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps\n[01:18.11] Got the forty-four Colt like a Rodeo\n[01:20.40] Homie gon' bleed (boom), put the hole in both knees\n[01:22.78] Gotta suck it if your pussy on bleed (ha), let that bitch breathe\n[01:25.45] Bitch breathe, let that bitch breathe\n[01:27.34] Breathe, let that bitch breathe\n[01:29.10] Let that bitch breathe\n[01:31.34] Let that bitch breathe, bitch, let that bitch breathe (woo)\n[01:34.19] Uh, I just got another bag, nigga (woo)\n[01:39.84] Uh, I'm really tied in with the streets\n[01:42.35] I ain't just another rap nigga (woo)\n[01:44.65] Yeah, and that's a fact, nigga\n[01:47.79] That ain't no cap, we be slidin' with the MACs\n[01:49.80] Nigga, thirty-two shot clips, call that shit Shaq, nigga (brr)\n[01:52.91] Aimin' at your hat, nigga, put you on your back\n[01:54.63] Play with me if you want to, that'll get you whacked, nigga\n[01:57.08] MVP form, you can go and check the stats, nigga\n[01:59.63] 'Bout to win a ring, then I'm winnin' back to back, nigga (ha, ha, ha)\n[02:01.93] Roll another Back and you know I'm puttin' wax in it\n[02:04.15] Louis letterman, LV on the patch\n[02:06.41] I don't love no hoe, I ain't gettin' too attached with her\n[02:09.32] Hit it from the back, then I say I'll holler back, gotta let that bitch breathe (hahaha)\n[02:12.56] Uh, uh\n[02:15.19] Queen Caese\n[02:16.50] When you see me, Queen Caese, bow down when you greet me (uh)\n[02:19.12] Full speed, I got the green like Luigi (come on)\n[02:21.36] Lotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy (breezy)\n[02:23.82] Known to do an AmEx greasy\n[02:26.29] Mani ain't the chick you can get right to (uh huh)\n[02:28.38] Hit my line, highly doubt you'll get right through (uh uh)\n[02:30.44] Cartier on the boots, that's my get right shoe (ooh)\n[02:33.24] Griselda is the movement and the get right crew (yup)\n[02:35.43] Slim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag (ooh)\n[02:37.97] Deuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke, who mad? 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