[{"id":14376803,"name":"Grace","trackName":"Grace","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"La Maquina","duration":199.131429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\n\nAnd eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\nAnd eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n\nLook, I'm locked in, so I ain't have to find a zone (uh-huh)\nEver since me and Con had connected like a spinal bone (what?)\nThings have aligned properly (what?), with no need for chiropractic practice\nSee, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (let's go)\nThe heat was on before shit was clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\nAt times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\nStruggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\nEmphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n\nUnabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\nOf weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\nShit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\nMy levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships\nSome had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this\nI always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\nWhen opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n\nYou can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\nI'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\nI know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\nI ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\nIf you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\nAnd tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\nAnd I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\nWhen you know it's your time, you gotta take it\nAt some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n\nAnd eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\nAnd eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n\nFrom the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\nYoung niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\nPolice jump out on us, they guns out\nI just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\nGet in any cypher and let a drum out\nAnd dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\nShot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\nI was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n\nSleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\nIt's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\nBut I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\nWhen me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\nBell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\nBut I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\nSo I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n\nYeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\nI wasn't really fuckin' with this music\nThen my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\nMe and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\nHad my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\nJust wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\nAnd every since, I been killin' beats like it's my enemy\nLiterally, I'm the nigga you can't lyrically fuck with, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.10] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:05.78] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:07.80] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[00:10.54] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[00:14.11] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:16.72] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:18.98] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[00:21.50] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[00:24.76] Look, I'm locked in, so I ain't have to find a zone (uh-huh)\n[00:27.66] Ever since me and Con had connected like a spinal bone (what?)\n[00:30.16] Things have aligned properly (what?), with no need for chiropractic practice\n[00:33.45] See, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (let's go)\n[00:35.89] The heat was on before shit was clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\n[00:38.63] At times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\n[00:41.12] Struggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\n[00:44.44] Emphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n[00:47.88] Unabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\n[00:51.24] Of weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\n[00:54.61] Shit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\n[00:58.52] My levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships\n[01:00.93] Some had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this\n[01:03.69] I always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\n[01:06.07] When opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n[01:08.46] You can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\n[01:10.39] I'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\n[01:13.44] I know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\n[01:16.48] I ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\n[01:18.67] If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\n[01:21.16] And tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\n[01:22.63] And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n[01:26.45] When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n[01:28.54] At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n[01:31.20] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:34.16] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:36.27] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[01:38.92] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:42.58] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:45.06] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:47.21] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n[01:50.03] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:50.62] From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n[01:53.18] Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n[01:55.70] Police jump out on us, they guns out\n[01:57.99] I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n[02:02.09] Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n[02:03.93] And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n[02:06.94] Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n[02:09.69] 'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n[02:12.66] I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n[02:14.44] Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n[02:17.70] It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n[02:20.19] But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n[02:23.72] When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n[02:26.08] Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n[02:28.96] But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n[02:31.73] So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n[02:34.72] Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\n[02:37.82] I wasn't really fuckin' with this music\n[02:39.69] Then my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\n[02:42.57] Me and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\n[02:45.35] Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\n[02:47.84] Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\n[02:50.61] And every since, I been killin' 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clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\nAt times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\nStruggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\nEmphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n\nUnabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\nOf weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\nShit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\nMy levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships\nSome had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this\nI always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\nWhen opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n\nYou can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\nI'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\nI know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\nI ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\nIf 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this\n[01:03.77] I always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\n[01:06.26] When opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n[01:08.56] You can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\n[01:10.61] I'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\n[01:13.35] I know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\n[01:16.73] I ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\n[01:18.77] If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\n[01:21.41] And tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\n[01:22.65] And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n[01:26.68] When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n[01:28.73] At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n[01:31.59] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:34.15] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:36.16] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[01:38.81] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:42.58] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:45.17] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:47.19] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n[01:49.91] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:51.60] From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n[01:53.22] Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n[01:55.79] Police jump out on us, they guns out\n[01:58.16] I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n[02:02.02] Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n[02:04.03] And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n[02:07.05] Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n[02:09.60] 'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n[02:12.71] I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n[02:14.54] Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n[02:17.71] It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n[02:20.14] But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n[02:23.73] When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n[02:26.17] Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n[02:29.01] But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n[02:31.83] So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n[02:34.93] Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\n[02:38.03] I wasn't really fuckin' with this music\n[02:39.81] Then my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\n[02:42.64] Me and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\n[02:45.38] Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\n[02:47.90] Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\n[02:50.78] And every since, I been killin' beats like it's my 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clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\nAt times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\nStruggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\nEmphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n\nUnabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\nOf weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\nShit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\nMy levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships\nSome had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this\nI always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\nWhen opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n\nYou can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\nI'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\nI know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\nI ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\nIf 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this\n[01:03.69] I always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\n[01:06.07] When opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n[01:08.46] You can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\n[01:10.39] I'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\n[01:13.44] I know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\n[01:16.48] I ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\n[01:18.67] If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\n[01:21.16] And tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\n[01:22.63] And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n[01:26.45] When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n[01:28.54] At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n[01:31.20] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:34.16] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:36.27] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[01:38.92] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:42.58] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:45.06] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:47.21] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n[01:50.03] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:50.62] From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n[01:53.18] Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n[01:55.70] Police jump out on us, they guns out\n[01:57.99] I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n[02:02.09] Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n[02:03.93] And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n[02:06.94] Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n[02:09.69] 'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n[02:12.66] I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n[02:14.44] Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n[02:17.70] It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n[02:20.19] But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n[02:23.72] When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n[02:26.08] Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n[02:28.96] But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n[02:31.73] So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n[02:34.72] Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\n[02:37.82] I wasn't really fuckin' with this music\n[02:39.69] Then my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\n[02:42.57] Me and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\n[02:45.35] Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\n[02:47.84] Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\n[02:50.61] And every since, I been killin' beats like it's my 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uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n\nLook, I'm locked in, so I ain't have to find a zone (uh-huh)\nEver since me and Con had connected like a spinal bone (what?)\nThings have aligned properly (what?), with no need for chiropractic practice\nSee, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (let's go)\nThe heat was on before shit was clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\nAt times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\nStruggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\nEmphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n\nUnabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\nOf weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\nShit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\nMy levels ISS, I'm near 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your grace (whoo-ooh)\nAnd eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nYou see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nTo get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\nTo say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n\nFrom the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\nYoung niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\nPolice jump out on us, they guns out\nI just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\nGet in any cypher and let a drum out\nAnd dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\nShot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\nI was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n\nSleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\nIt's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\nBut I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 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grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[00:14.22] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:16.83] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[00:18.81] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[00:21.67] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[00:25.02] Look, I'm locked in, so I ain't have to find a zone (uh-huh)\n[00:27.73] Ever since me and Con had connected like a spinal bone (what?)\n[00:30.23] Things have aligned properly (what?), with no need for chiropractic practice\n[00:33.58] See, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (let's go)\n[00:35.85] The heat was on before shit was clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\n[00:38.89] At times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\n[00:41.24] Struggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\n[00:44.49] Emphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be 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it)\n[01:22.65] And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n[01:26.68] When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n[01:28.73] At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n[01:31.59] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:34.15] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:36.16] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[01:38.81] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:42.58] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:45.17] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:47.19] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n[01:49.91] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:51.60] From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n[01:53.22] Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n[01:55.79] Police jump out on us, they guns out\n[01:58.16] I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n[02:02.02] Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n[02:04.03] And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n[02:07.05] Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n[02:09.60] 'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n[02:12.71] I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n[02:14.54] Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n[02:17.71] It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n[02:20.14] But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n[02:23.73] When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n[02:26.17] Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n[02:29.01] But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n[02:31.83] So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n[02:34.93] Yeah, I was tryna 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the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\nGet in any cypher and let a drum out\nAnd dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\nShot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\nI was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n\nSleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\nIt's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\nBut I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\nWhen me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\nBell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\nBut I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\nSo I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n\nYeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\nI wasn't really fuckin' with this music\nThen my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\nMe and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\nHad my injuries, but I 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like a spinal bone (what?)\n[00:30.23] Things have aligned properly (what?), with no need for chiropractic practice\n[00:33.58] See, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (let's go)\n[00:35.85] The heat was on before shit was clickin' like I was lightin' stoves (what?)\n[00:38.89] At times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn\n[00:41.24] Struggled like climbin' Everest, never quit it, I'm hikin' on (let's get it)\n[00:44.49] Emphatic when pen and paddin', like books and matches I be strikin' on (what?)\n[00:48.37] Unabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (come on)\n[00:51.38] Of weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (what?)\n[00:54.88] Shit was foul, never technically got my shot until now, and so I'm here to take it (let's get it)\n[00:58.80] My levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships\n[01:01.03] Some had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this\n[01:03.77] I always kept my pace, so my spirit can never break (talk that talk)\n[01:06.26] When opportunity comes knockin' right at your door\n[01:08.56] You can't answer it with no hesitation (nah)\n[01:10.61] I'm on my toes, I'm movin' gracious like a featherweight, and (let's go)\n[01:13.35] I know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga\n[01:16.73] I ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\n[01:18.77] If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\n[01:21.41] And tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\n[01:22.65] And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n[01:26.68] When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n[01:28.73] At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n[01:31.59] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:34.15] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:36.16] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n[01:38.81] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:42.58] And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:45.17] You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[01:47.19] To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n[01:49.91] To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n[01:51.60] From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n[01:53.22] Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n[01:55.79] Police jump out on us, they guns out\n[01:58.16] I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n[02:02.02] Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n[02:04.03] And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n[02:07.05] Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n[02:09.60] 'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n[02:12.71] I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n[02:14.54] Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n[02:17.71] It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n[02:20.14] But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n[02:23.73] When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n[02:26.17] Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n[02:29.01] But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n[02:31.83] So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n[02:34.93] Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\n[02:38.03] I wasn't really fuckin' with this music\n[02:39.81] Then my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\n[02:42.64] Me and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\n[02:45.38] Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\n[02:47.90] Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\n[02:50.78] And every since, I been killin' beats like it's my enemy\n[02:53.78] Literally, I'm the nigga 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nigga\n  I ain't got no time for no shakiness (nah)\n  If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this\n  And tell 'em keep they patience (keep it)\n  And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (what?)\n  When you know it's your time, you gotta take it\n  At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it\n\n  And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise\n  To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n  And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (yeah, look)\n  To say your grace (say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (whoo-ooh)\n\n  From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out\n  Young niggas wettin' shit broad day while the sun out (brr)\n  Police jump out on us, they guns out\n  I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out\n  Get in any cypher and let a drum out\n  And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (hahahaha)\n  Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out\n  'Member the doctor sayin', \"Your rappin' career is done now\"\n  I was depressed, livin' at unc' house\n\n  Sleepin' on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life\n  It's hard as beatin' Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (hah)\n  But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (talk to 'em)\n  When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house\n  Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts\n  But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout\n  So I kept spittin' like missin' teeth in a drunk's mouth (hah)\n\n  Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shootin' (hah)\n  I wasn't really fuckin' with this music\n  Then my brother hit me too, and said, \"Fuck it, bro, let's do this\n  Me and you killin' shit that Monk and Daringer producin'\"\n  Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it\n  Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it\n  And every since, I been killin' beats like it's my enemy\n  Literally, I'm the nigga you can't lyrically fuck with, nigga\n"}]