[{"id":39904169,"name":"No Weakness","trackName":"No Weakness","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"No Weakness","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me explain somethin' to you\nWhen I say I'm really like that\nWhat I mean is\nI'm the culture (Gangsta)\nWhat I've continuously given to the game\nThis shit can't be duplicated\nI'm one of one (uh)\nDJ Drama\nPoppin', I came here to get it poppin'\nI fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\nThat money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\nThese niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\nMy 6-4 got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (uh)\nThey call me Young Khalifa (uh)\nThe one to fuck but don't call her 'cause I don't fuckin' need her (need her)\nDon't need niggas to show me love 'cause I don't love 'em neither (neither)\nDon't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\nI hear 'em talk, but they don't want it wit' me (wit' me)\nI fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me\nDon't even have to give her number to me\nSee all my niggas livin' comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me\nYou want some frequent flyer, I'll be your supplier\nLet's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\nThese bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer\nTaylor Gang, my attire\nI'm living life like The Wire\nIf she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa, man)\nI don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\nThat's what I come here for\nThem niggas not built like us (hey, hey, hey, hey)\nTip, holla at 'em (hey)\nAin't no accident, it's the demolition man\nBurn a match and set a fire to your minivan\nGo to war with any man, you could get a chance\nAnybody get it, young'n spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\nConnect you with a brick of the tan on the love\nOr I can get you the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz\nAnd get you good when you in the city (yeah)\nYou want a buzz, I'll get you drugs\nYou want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers\nWhat you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\nThem niggas curvin' hoes and servin' hoes\nBut not with every ho they know will go\nAnd go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend\nThey be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\nSheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\nPaper on me at all times like I was born with it\nAnybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it\nMost iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\nOut in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\nBarely watch my watch 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\nI got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\nTryna juggle all these women, I'm starting feel like my pops (ayy)\nWalkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunt' in the drop\nI'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into ante up (facts)\nThese keyboard killas been constantly takin' shots\nBut my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was crocs\nThese hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (yeah)\nWhere was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? (Where were you?)\nI used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline (ayy)\nBut God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign (amen)\nThe Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\nThe crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\nForever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\nI ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas results take time\nHaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\nNigga, I been gettin' bouquets by the truckload recently\nAnd I'm far from satisfied\nOh, yeah\nMy foot is on you niggas' necks\nAnd you can feel it, haha\nLet's dance, nigga\n(Gangsta Grizzillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.13]Let me explain somethin' to you\n[00:13.46]When I say I'm really like that\n[00:16.07]What I mean is\n[00:18.41]I'm the culture (Gangsta)\n[00:21.27]What I've continuously given to the game\n[00:24.30]This shit can't be duplicated\n[00:27.38]I'm one of one (uh)\n[00:31.19]DJ Drama\n[00:32.47]Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'\n[00:34.61]I fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\n[00:35.92]That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\n[00:38.33]These niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\n[00:41.17]My 6-4 got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (uh)\n[00:44.10]They call me Young Khalifa (uh)\n[00:46.12]The one to fuck but don't call her 'cause I don't fuckin' need her (need her)\n[00:48.63]Don't need niggas to show me love 'cause I don't love 'em neither (neither)\n[00:51.51]Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\n[00:54.36]I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it wit' me (wit' me)\n[00:56.36]I fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me\n[00:59.61]Don't even have to give her number to me\n[01:01.70]See all my niggas livin' comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me\n[01:05.16]You want some frequent flyer, I'll be your supplier\n[01:07.40]Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\n[01:10.16]These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer\n[01:12.78]Taylor Gang, my attire\n[01:14.43]I'm living life like The Wire\n[01:15.81]If she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa, man)\n[01:17.80]I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\n[01:21.75]That's what I come here for\n[01:23.88]Them niggas not built like us (hey, hey, hey, hey)\n[01:26.59]Tip, holla at 'em (hey)\n[01:28.07]Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man\n[01:30.63]Burn a match and set a fire to your minivan\n[01:33.41]Go to war with any man, you could get a chance\n[01:36.26]Anybody get it, young'n spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\n[01:38.73]Connect you with a brick of the tan on the love\n[01:41.34]Or I can get you the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz\n[01:44.13]And get you good when you in the city (yeah)\n[01:46.08]You want a buzz, I'll get you drugs\n[01:47.84]You want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers\n[01:49.46]What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\n[01:52.50]Them niggas curvin' hoes and servin' hoes\n[01:54.60]But not with every ho they know will go\n[01:56.49]And go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend\n[01:58.98]They be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\n[02:01.16]Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\n[02:03.85]Paper on me at all times like I was born with it\n[02:06.56]Anybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it\n[02:09.04]Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\n[02:12.12]Out in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\n[02:14.71]Barely watch my watch 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\n[02:17.54]I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\n[02:20.05]Tryna juggle all these women, I'm starting feel like my pops (ayy)\n[02:22.88]Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunt' in the drop\n[02:25.72]I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into ante up (facts)\n[02:28.37]These keyboard killas been constantly takin' shots\n[02:31.02]But my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was crocs\n[02:33.80]These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n[02:36.58]Where was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? (Where were you?)\n[02:39.18]I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline (ayy)\n[02:42.12]But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign (amen)\n[02:44.86]The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\n[02:47.48]The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\n[02:50.31]Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\n[02:52.90]I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas results take time\n[02:56.59]Haha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\n[02:59.24]Nigga, I been gettin' bouquets by the truckload recently\n[03:02.82]And I'm far from satisfied\n[03:04.96]Oh, yeah\n[03:06.43]My foot is on you niggas' necks\n[03:08.53]And you can feel it, haha\n[03:10.69]Let's dance, nigga\n[03:16.87](Gangsta Grizzillz)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Weakness\n  artist: DJ Drama\n  album: No Weakness\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Let me explain somethin' to you\n  start_ms: 11130\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: When I say 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I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n  Where was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? (Where were you?)\n  I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline (ayy)\n  But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign (amen)\n  The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\n  The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\n  Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\n  I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas results take time\n  Haha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\n  Nigga, I been gettin' bouquets by the truckload recently\n  And I'm far from satisfied\n  Oh, yeah\n  My foot is on you niggas' necks\n  And you can feel it, haha\n  Let's dance, nigga\n  (Gangsta Grizzillz)\n"},{"id":11057086,"name":"No Weakness","trackName":"No Weakness","artistName":"Dj Drama, Wiz Khalifa, T.I.","albumName":"No Weakness","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me explain somethin' to you\nWhen I say I'm really like that\nWhat I mean is, I'm the culture (gangsta)\nWhat I've continuously given to the game\nThis shit can't be duplicated\nI'm one of one (uh), DJ Drama\n\nPoppin', I came here to get it poppin'\nI fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\nThat money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\nThese niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\nMy six-four got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (oh)\nThey call me Young Khalifa (oh)\nDon't wanna fuck with no karma, 'cause I don't fuckin' need her\nDon't need niggas to show me love, 'cause I don't love 'em neither\nDon't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\n\nI hear 'em talk, but they don't want it with me (with me)\nI fuck her after my show, send her to Unc' and then she comin' with me (with me)\nDon't even have to give her number to me\nSee, all my niggas livin' comfortably, grow some weed and puff it to me\nYou're some freak or flair, I'll be your supplier\nLet's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\nThese bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer (damn)\nTaylor Gang, my attire, I'm livin' life like The Wire\nIf she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa)\n\nI don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\nThat's what I come here for (hey, hey)\nThem niggas not built like us (hey, hey)\nTip, holler at 'em (hey)\n\nAin't no accident, it's the demolition man\nBurn 'em at your set, a fire to your men advanced\nGo to war with any man, you can get a chance\nEverybody get it, youngin spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\nConnect you with a brick or a ten or the love\nI can get you the bad lawyer when you ran to the Forbes\nAnd get you gone when you in the city (yeah)\nYou want a buzz that get you drugs\nYou want a bitch for a coat that can get you hugs\n\nWhat you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\nA nigga curve a ho', it's servin', ho'\nBut, nah, with every ho', they know I go\nAnd go again, the land of the peaches\nAnd they foreign friend, they be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\nSheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\nPaper on me at all times, like I was born with it\nAnybody get it and errbody fuckin' with it\nMost iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\n\nDown in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\nBarely watch my watch, 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\nI got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\nTryna juggle all these women, I'm startin' to feel like my pops\nWalkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunter in a drop\nI'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Ante Up (facts)\nThese keyboard killers been constantly takin' shots\nBut my dogs'll put a hole in your steppers, like they was Crocs\n\nThese hoes back in they feelings, so what? 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I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n  Where was your bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?\n  I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline\n  But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign\n  The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\n  The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\n  Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\n  I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas, results take time\n\n  Hahaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\n  NIgga, I've been getting bouquets by the truckload recently\n  And I'm far from satisfied\n  Oh, yeah\n  My foot is on you niggas next, and you can feel it, haha\n  Let's dance\n  Nigga\n  Gangsta Grillz\n"},{"id":23263752,"name":"No Weakness","trackName":"No Weakness","artistName":"DJ Drama","albumName":"I'M REALLY LIKE THAT","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let me explain somethin' to you\nWhen I say I'm really like that\nWhat I mean is\nI'm the culture (Gangsta)\nWhat I've continuously given to the game\nThis shit can't be duplicated\nI'm one of one (uh)\nDJ Drama\nPoppin', I came here to get it poppin'\nI fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\nThat money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\nThese niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\nMy 6-4 got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (uh)\nThey call me Young Khalifa (uh)\nThe one to fuck but don't call her 'cause I don't fuckin' need her (need her)\nDon't need niggas to show me love 'cause I don't love 'em neither (neither)\nDon't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\nI hear 'em talk, but they don't want it wit' me (wit' me)\nI fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me\nDon't even have to give her number to me\nSee all my niggas livin' comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me\nYou want some frequent flyer, I'll be your supplier\nLet's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\nThese bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer\nTaylor Gang, my attire\nI'm living life like The Wire\nIf she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa, man)\nI don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\nThat's what I come here for\nThem niggas not built like us (hey, hey, hey, hey)\nTip, holla at 'em (hey)\nAin't no accident, it's the demolition man\nBurn a match and set a fire to your minivan\nGo to war with any man, you could get a chance\nAnybody get it, young'n spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\nConnect you with a brick of the tan on the love\nOr I can get you the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz\nAnd get you good when you in the city (yeah)\nYou want a buzz, I'll get you drugs\nYou want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers\nWhat you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\nThem niggas curvin' hoes and servin' hoes\nBut not with every ho they know will go\nAnd go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend\nThey be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\nSheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\nPaper on me at all times like I was born with it\nAnybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it\nMost iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\nOut in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\nBarely watch my watch 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\nI got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\nTryna juggle all these women, I'm starting feel like my pops (ayy)\nWalkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunt' in the drop\nI'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into ante up (facts)\nThese keyboard killas been constantly takin' shots\nBut my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was crocs\nThese hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (yeah)\nWhere was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? (Where were you?)\nI used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline (ayy)\nBut God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign (amen)\nThe Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\nThe crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\nForever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\nI ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas results take time\nHaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\nNigga, I been gettin' bouquets by the truckload recently\nAnd I'm far from satisfied\nOh, yeah\nMy foot is on you niggas' necks\nAnd you can feel it, haha\nLet's dance, nigga\n(Gangsta Grizzillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.13] Let me explain somethin' to you\n[00:13.46] When I say I'm really like that\n[00:16.07] What I mean is\n[00:18.41] I'm the culture (Gangsta)\n[00:21.27] What I've continuously given to the game\n[00:24.30] This shit can't be duplicated\n[00:27.38] I'm one of one (uh)\n[00:31.19] DJ Drama\n[00:32.47] Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'\n[00:34.61] I fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\n[00:35.92] That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\n[00:38.33] These niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\n[00:41.17] My 6-4 got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (uh)\n[00:44.10] They call me Young Khalifa (uh)\n[00:46.12] The one to fuck but don't call her 'cause I don't fuckin' need her (need her)\n[00:48.63] Don't need niggas to show me love 'cause I don't love 'em neither (neither)\n[00:51.51] Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\n[00:54.36] I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it wit' me (wit' me)\n[00:56.36] I fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me\n[00:59.61] Don't even have to give her number to me\n[01:01.70] See all my niggas livin' comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me\n[01:05.16] You want some frequent flyer, I'll be your supplier\n[01:07.40] Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\n[01:10.16] These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer\n[01:12.78] Taylor Gang, my attire\n[01:14.43] I'm living life like The Wire\n[01:15.81] If she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa, man)\n[01:17.80] I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\n[01:21.75] That's what I come here for\n[01:23.88] Them niggas not built like us (hey, hey, hey, hey)\n[01:26.59] Tip, holla at 'em (hey)\n[01:28.07] Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man\n[01:30.63] Burn a match and set a fire to your minivan\n[01:33.41] Go to war with any man, you could get a chance\n[01:36.26] Anybody get it, young'n spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\n[01:38.73] Connect you with a brick of the tan on the love\n[01:41.34] Or I can get you the best lawyer when you ran into the fuzz\n[01:44.13] And get you good when you in the city (yeah)\n[01:46.08] You want a buzz, I'll get you drugs\n[01:47.84] You want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers\n[01:49.46] What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\n[01:52.50] Them niggas curvin' hoes and servin' hoes\n[01:54.60] But not with every ho they know will go\n[01:56.49] And go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend\n[01:58.98] They be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\n[02:01.16] Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\n[02:03.85] Paper on me at all times like I was born with it\n[02:06.56] Anybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it\n[02:09.04] Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\n[02:12.12] Out in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\n[02:14.71] Barely watch my watch 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\n[02:17.54] I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\n[02:20.05] Tryna juggle all these women, I'm starting feel like my pops (ayy)\n[02:22.88] Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunt' in the drop\n[02:25.72] I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into ante up (facts)\n[02:28.37] These keyboard killas been constantly takin' shots\n[02:31.02] But my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was crocs\n[02:33.80] These hoes back in they feelings, so what? 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I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n  Where was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine? 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I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n  start_ms: 154140\n  end_ms: 157080\n- text: Where was your bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?\n  start_ms: 157080\n  end_ms: 159650\n- text: I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline\n  start_ms: 159650\n  end_ms: 162630\n- text: But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign\n  start_ms: 162630\n  end_ms: 165230\n- text: The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\n  start_ms: 165230\n  end_ms: 168280\n- text: The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\n  start_ms: 168280\n  end_ms: 170550\n- text: Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\n  start_ms: 170550\n  end_ms: 173550\n- text: I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas, results take time\n  start_ms: 173550\n  end_ms: 176770\n- text: Hahaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\n  start_ms: 176770\n  end_ms: 179920\n- text: NIgga, I've been getting bouquets by the truckload recently\n  start_ms: 179920\n  end_ms: 182910\n- text: And I'm far from satisfied\n  start_ms: 182910\n  end_ms: 184910\n- text: Oh, yeah\n  start_ms: 184910\n  end_ms: 186240\n- text: My foot is on you niggas next, and you can feel it, haha\n  start_ms: 186240\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: Let's dance\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 192520\n- text: Nigga\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 196220\n- text: Gangsta Grillz\n  start_ms: 196220\n  end_ms: 199330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 199330\nplain: |-\n  Let me explain somethin' to you\n  When I say I'm really like that\n  What I mean is, I'm the culture (gangsta)\n  What I've continuously given to the game\n  This shit can't be duplicated\n  I'm one of one (uh), DJ Drama\n\n  Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'\n  I fuck her, don't take her shoppin'\n  That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top\n  These niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot\n  My six-four got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (oh)\n  They call me Young Khalifa (oh)\n  Don't wanna fuck with no karma, 'cause I don't fuckin' need her\n  Don't need niggas to show me love, 'cause I don't love 'em neither\n  Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave\n\n  I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it with me (with me)\n  I fuck her after my show, send her to Unc' and then she comin' with me (with me)\n  Don't even have to give her number to me\n  See, all my niggas livin' comfortably, grow some weed and puff it to me\n  You're some freak or flair, I'll be your supplier\n  Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher\n  These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer (damn)\n  Taylor Gang, my attire, I'm livin' life like The Wire\n  If she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa)\n\n  I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (uh, hahaha)\n  That's what I come here for (hey, hey)\n  Them niggas not built like us (hey, hey)\n  Tip, holler at 'em (hey)\n\n  Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man\n  Burn 'em at your set, a fire to your men advanced\n  Go to war with any man, you can get a chance\n  Everybody get it, youngin spinnin' like a ceiling fan (get 'em)\n  Connect you with a brick or a ten or the love\n  I can get you the bad lawyer when you ran to the Forbes\n  And get you gone when you in the city (yeah)\n  You want a buzz that get you drugs\n  You want a bitch for a coat that can get you hugs\n\n  What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve\n  A nigga curve a ho', it's servin', ho'\n  But, nah, with every ho', they know I go\n  And go again, the land of the peaches\n  And they foreign friend, they be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in\n  Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it\n  Paper on me at all times, like I was born with it\n  Anybody get it and errbody fuckin' with it\n  Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)\n\n  Down in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (yeah)\n  Barely watch my watch, 'cause this money come 'round the clock (yeah)\n  I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps\n  Tryna juggle all these women, I'm startin' to feel like my pops\n  Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunter in a drop\n  I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Ante Up (facts)\n  These keyboard killers been constantly takin' shots\n  But my dogs'll put a hole in your steppers, like they was Crocs\n\n  These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (yeah)\n  Where was your bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?\n  I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline\n  But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign\n  The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds\n  The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine\n  Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb\n  I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas, results take time\n\n  Hahaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers\n  NIgga, I've been getting bouquets by the truckload recently\n  And I'm far from satisfied\n  Oh, yeah\n  My foot is on you niggas next, and you can feel it, haha\n  Let's dance\n  Nigga\n  Gangsta Grillz\n"}]