[{"id":22456446,"name":"Devil On Me","trackName":"Devil On Me","artistName":"Dave East","albumName":"Karma","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't got no time for the fake shit\nThey talk behind my back, how I make shit\nI look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\nWhen you start getting money, you a Mason\nI don't believe in god wit a white\nface, devil on me I been tryna be patient\nCouldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\nDrunk sleeping in the park, couldn't pay rent\nCome outside after dark, hope Christ with you\nLoyalty is when they really spend they life with you\nCouple niggas hating on me, that's a light issue\nInside of that foreign look like white tissue\nShitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt\nDon't make me find out where your mother work\nWe be laying under cars for a couple percs\nBitch, I'm in the mob, I don't want to work\nI don't know the last job I had,\nwe was lining niggas up for a dime and a half\nI done spent so much time doing bad\nI just wanna put my mom in a Jag\nI'm on Lennox, day one, I be matching\nGot a homie that be hungry for the madness\nFollow niggas in they car when it's cracking\nI know niggas still selling hard with a passion\nYou never seen a fiend strip butt naked\nThinking back when I ain't have one record\nI was in the slums where they love pressing\nWhere you can't leave the crib without one weapon\nThat's why we keep a couple real close by\nGoyard duffle, I be so fly\nHardest in New York, that ain't no lie\nDifferent kind of taste, I don't know why\nI only shop if the shit expensive\nThey know who I am, this is bigger business\nI be getting racks just to show up\nImagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\nNew Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\nAll my life, my pops had a Benzo\nCharlie said he gotta do eleven months\nI'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\nI'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\nOrdering a salad for a slim hoe\nThinking how these fuck niggas must feel\nBut I can understand them 'cause I been broke\nI can understand, I ain't have much\nI just put my mom in a condo\nNigga, I just put my mom in a condo\nSmoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\nI was popping pills in my building\nI just signed a deal worth a million\nPraying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\nthat still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\nI think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\nGot it feeling like Pac in the building\nCall Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\nIn the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\nIn a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\nI facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\nMoney in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\nThis dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\nShe rather get high then to go to work\nI gotta get high when I go to work\nWe live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\nI remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\nPraying everyday but I don't go to church\nYou gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\nI just spent fifty on a time piece\nI remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\nPraying everyday but I don't go to church\nYou gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\nI just spent fifty on a time piece\nI remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.27] I ain't got no time for the fake shit\n[00:17.51] They talk behind my back, how I make shit\n[00:19.42] I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\n[00:21.34] When you start getting money, you a Mason\n[00:23.14] I don't believe in god wit a white\n[00:24.81] face, devil on me I been tryna be patient\n[00:26.95] Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\n[00:28.98] Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn't pay rent\n[00:30.83] Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you\n[00:32.66] Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you\n[00:34.65] Couple niggas hating on me, that's a light issue\n[00:36.69] Inside of that foreign look like white tissue\n[00:38.53] Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt\n[00:40.36] Don't make me find out where your mother work\n[00:42.17] We be laying under cars for a couple percs\n[00:44.05] Bitch, I'm in the mob, I don't want to work\n[00:46.16] I don't know the last job I had,\n[00:48.00] we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half\n[00:49.87] I done spent so much time doing bad\n[00:51.63] I just wanna put my mom in a Jag\n[00:53.30] I'm on Lennox, day one, I be matching\n[00:55.37] Got a homie that be hungry for the madness\n[00:57.35] Follow niggas in they car when it's cracking\n[00:59.22] I know niggas still selling hard with a passion\n[01:01.00] You never seen a fiend strip butt naked\n[01:03.05] Thinking back when I ain't have one record\n[01:04.91] I was in the slums where they love pressing\n[01:06.87] Where you can't leave the crib without one weapon\n[01:08.91] That's why we keep a couple real close by\n[01:10.86] Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n[01:12.68] Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n[01:14.59] Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n[01:16.47] I only shop if the shit expensive\n[01:18.40] They know who I am, this is bigger business\n[01:20.43] I be getting racks just to show up\n[01:22.21] Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n[01:24.11] New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n[01:26.18] All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n[01:27.80] Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n[01:29.85] I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n[01:31.75] I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n[01:33.95] Ordering a salad for a slim hoe\n[01:35.65] Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel\n[01:37.48] But I can understand them 'cause I been broke\n[01:39.52] I can understand, I ain't have much\n[01:41.42] I just put my mom in a condo\n[01:43.23] Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo\n[01:44.98] Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\n[01:46.93] I was popping pills in my building\n[01:48.70] I just signed a deal worth a million\n[01:50.52] Praying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\n[01:52.73] that still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\n[01:54.78] I think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\n[01:56.37] Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n[01:58.15] Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n[02:00.09] In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n[02:02.13] In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n[02:03.87] I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n[02:05.76] Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n[02:07.65] This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n[02:09.64] She rather get high then to go to work\n[02:11.65] I gotta get high when I go to work\n[02:13.44] We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n[02:15.60] I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n[02:17.66] Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n[02:19.57] You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n[02:21.42] I just spent fifty on a time piece\n[02:23.38] I remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\n[02:25.25] Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n[02:27.01] You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n[02:29.03] I just spent fifty on a time piece\n[02:30.71] I remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"\n[02:32.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil On Me\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: Karma\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I ain't got no time for the fake shit\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 17510\n- text: They talk behind my back, how I make shit\n  start_ms: 17510\n  end_ms: 19420\n- text: I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\n  start_ms: 19420\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: When you start getting money, you a Mason\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 23140\n- text: I don't believe in god wit a white\n  start_ms: 23140\n  end_ms: 24810\n- text: face, devil on me I been tryna be patient\n  start_ms: 24810\n  end_ms: 26950\n- text: Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\n  start_ms: 26950\n  end_ms: 28980\n- text: Drunk 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Where you can't leave the crib without one weapon\n  That's why we keep a couple real close by\n  Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n  Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n  Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n  I only shop if the shit expensive\n  They know who I am, this is bigger business\n  I be getting racks just to show up\n  Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n  New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n  All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n  Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n  I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n  I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n  Ordering a salad for a slim hoe\n  Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel\n  But I can understand them 'cause I been broke\n  I can understand, I ain't have much\n  I just put my mom in a condo\n  Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo\n  Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\n  I was popping pills in my building\n  I just signed a deal worth a million\n  Praying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\n  that still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\n  I think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\n  Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n  Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n  In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n  In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n  I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n  Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n  This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n  She rather get high then to go to work\n  I gotta get high when I go to work\n  We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n  I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n  Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  I remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\n  Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  I remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna 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done spent so much time doing bad\nI just wanna put my mom in a Jag\nI'm on Lennox, day one, I be matching\nGot a homie that be hungry for the madness\nFollow niggas in they car when it's cracking\nI know niggas still selling hard with a passion\nYou never seen a fiend strip butt naked\nThinking back when I ain't have one record\nI was in the slums where they love pressing\nWhere you can't leave the crib without one weapon\nThat's why we keep a couple real close by\nGoyard duffle, I be so fly\nHardest in New York, that ain't no lie\nDifferent kind of taste, I don't know why\nI only shop if the shit expensive\nThey know who I am, this is bigger business\nI be getting racks just to show up\nImagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\nNew Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\nAll my life, my pops had a Benzo\nCharlie said he gotta do eleven months\nI'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\nI'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\nOrdering a salad for a slim hoe\nThinking how these fuck niggas must feel\nBut I can understand them 'cause I been broke\nI can understand, I ain't have much\nI just put my mom in a condo\nNigga, I just put my mom in a condo\nSmoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\nI was popping pills in my building\nI just signed a deal worth a million\nPraying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\nthat still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\nI think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\nGot it feeling like Pac in the building\nCall Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\nIn the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\nIn a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\nI facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\nMoney in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\nThis dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\nShe rather get high then to go to work\nI gotta get high when I go to work\nWe live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\nI remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\nPraying everyday but I don't go to church\nYou gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\nI just spent fifty on a time piece\nI remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\nPraying everyday but I don't go to church\nYou gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\nI just spent fifty on a time piece\nI remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.27] I ain't got no time for the fake shit\n[00:17.51] They talk behind my back, how I make shit\n[00:19.42] I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\n[00:21.34] When you start getting money, you a Mason\n[00:23.14] I don't believe in god wit a white\n[00:24.81] face, devil on me I been tryna be patient\n[00:26.95] Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\n[00:28.98] Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn't pay rent\n[00:30.83] Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you\n[00:32.66] Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you\n[00:34.65] Couple niggas hating on me, that's a light issue\n[00:36.69] Inside of that foreign look like white tissue\n[00:38.53] Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt\n[00:40.36] Don't make me find out where your mother work\n[00:42.17] We be laying under cars for a couple percs\n[00:44.05] Bitch, I'm in the mob, I don't want to work\n[00:46.16] I don't know the last job I had,\n[00:48.00] we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half\n[00:49.87] I done spent so much time doing bad\n[00:51.63] I just wanna put my mom in a Jag\n[00:53.30] I'm on Lennox, day one, I be matching\n[00:55.37] Got a homie that be hungry for the madness\n[00:57.35] Follow niggas in they car when it's cracking\n[00:59.22] I know niggas still selling hard with a passion\n[01:01.00] You never seen a fiend strip butt naked\n[01:03.05] Thinking back when I ain't have one record\n[01:04.91] I was in the slums where they love pressing\n[01:06.87] Where you can't leave the crib without one weapon\n[01:08.91] That's why we keep a couple real close by\n[01:10.86] Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n[01:12.68] Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n[01:14.59] Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n[01:16.47] I only shop if the shit expensive\n[01:18.40] They know who I am, this is bigger business\n[01:20.43] I be getting racks just to show up\n[01:22.21] Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n[01:24.11] New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n[01:26.18] All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n[01:27.80] Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n[01:29.85] I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n[01:31.75] I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n[01:33.95] Ordering a salad for a slim hoe\n[01:35.65] Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel\n[01:37.48] But I can understand them 'cause I been broke\n[01:39.52] I can understand, I ain't have much\n[01:41.42] I just put my mom in a condo\n[01:43.23] Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo\n[01:44.98] Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\n[01:46.93] I was popping pills in my building\n[01:48.70] I just signed a deal worth a million\n[01:50.52] Praying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\n[01:52.73] that still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\n[01:54.78] I think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\n[01:56.37] Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n[01:58.15] Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n[02:00.09] In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n[02:02.13] In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n[02:03.87] I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n[02:05.76] Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n[02:07.65] This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n[02:09.64] She rather get high then to go to work\n[02:11.65] I gotta get high when I go to work\n[02:13.44] We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n[02:15.60] I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n[02:17.66] Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n[02:19.57] You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n[02:21.42] I just spent fifty on a time piece\n[02:23.38] I remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\n[02:25.25] Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n[02:27.01] You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n[02:29.03] I just spent fifty on a time piece\n[02:30.71] I remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"\n[02:32.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil on Me\n  artist: Dave East\n  album: Karma\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I ain't got no time for the fake shit\n  start_ms: 14270\n  end_ms: 17510\n- text: They talk behind my back, how I make shit\n  start_ms: 17510\n  end_ms: 19420\n- text: I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\n  start_ms: 19420\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: When you start getting money, you a Mason\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 23140\n- text: I don't believe in god wit a white\n  start_ms: 23140\n  end_ms: 24810\n- text: face, devil on me I been tryna be patient\n  start_ms: 24810\n  end_ms: 26950\n- text: Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\n  start_ms: 26950\n  end_ms: 28980\n- text: Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn't pay rent\n  start_ms: 28980\n  end_ms: 30830\n- text: Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you\n  start_ms: 30830\n  end_ms: 32660\n- text: Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you\n  start_ms: 32660\n  end_ms: 34650\n- text: Couple niggas hating on me, that's a light issue\n  start_ms: 34650\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: Inside of that foreign look like white tissue\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38530\n- text: Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt\n  start_ms: 38530\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: Don't make me find out where your mother work\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 42170\n- text: We be laying under cars for a couple percs\n  start_ms: 42170\n  end_ms: 44050\n- text: Bitch, I'm in the mob, I don't want to work\n  start_ms: 44050\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: I don't know the last job I had,\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: I done spent 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Where you can't leave the crib without one weapon\n  That's why we keep a couple real close by\n  Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n  Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n  Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n  I only shop if the shit expensive\n  They know who I am, this is bigger business\n  I be getting racks just to show up\n  Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n  New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n  All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n  Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n  I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n  I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n  Ordering a salad for a slim hoe\n  Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel\n  But I can understand them 'cause I been broke\n  I can understand, I ain't have much\n  I just put my mom in a condo\n  Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo\n  Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\n  I was popping pills in my building\n  I just signed a deal worth a million\n  Praying Scrap Low don't get a 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deal worth a million\n[01:50.52] Praying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\n[01:52.73] that still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\n[01:54.78] I think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\n[01:56.37] Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n[01:58.15] Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n[02:00.09] In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n[02:02.13] In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n[02:03.87] I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n[02:05.76] Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n[02:07.65] This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n[02:09.64] She rather get high then to go to work\n[02:11.65] I gotta get high when I go to work\n[02:13.44] We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n[02:15.60] I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n[02:17.66] Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n[02:19.57] You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n[02:21.42] I just spent fifty on a time piece\n[02:23.38] I remember 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end_ms: 70860\n- text: Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n  start_ms: 70860\n  end_ms: 72680\n- text: Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n  start_ms: 72680\n  end_ms: 74590\n- text: Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n  start_ms: 74590\n  end_ms: 76470\n- text: I only shop if the shit expensive\n  start_ms: 76470\n  end_ms: 78400\n- text: They know who I am, this is bigger business\n  start_ms: 78400\n  end_ms: 80430\n- text: I be getting racks just to show up\n  start_ms: 80430\n  end_ms: 82210\n- text: Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n  start_ms: 82210\n  end_ms: 84110\n- text: New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n  start_ms: 84110\n  end_ms: 86180\n- text: All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n  start_ms: 86180\n  end_ms: 87800\n- text: Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n  start_ms: 87800\n  end_ms: 89850\n- text: I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n  start_ms: 89850\n  end_ms: 91750\n- text: I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n  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the flesh\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 116370\n- text: Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n  start_ms: 116370\n  end_ms: 118150\n- text: Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n  start_ms: 118150\n  end_ms: 120090\n- text: In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n  start_ms: 120090\n  end_ms: 122130\n- text: In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n  start_ms: 122130\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 125760\n- text: Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n  start_ms: 125760\n  end_ms: 127650\n- text: This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n  start_ms: 127650\n  end_ms: 129640\n- text: She rather get high then to go to work\n  start_ms: 129640\n  end_ms: 131650\n- text: I gotta get high when I go to work\n  start_ms: 131650\n  end_ms: 133440\n- text: We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n  start_ms: 133440\n  end_ms: 135600\n- text: I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n  start_ms: 135600\n  end_ms: 137660\n- text: Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 139570\n- text: You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  start_ms: 139570\n  end_ms: 141420\n- text: I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  start_ms: 141420\n  end_ms: 143380\n- text: I remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\n  start_ms: 143380\n  end_ms: 145250\n- text: Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  start_ms: 145250\n  end_ms: 147010\n- text: You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  start_ms: 147010\n  end_ms: 149030\n- text: I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  start_ms: 149030\n  end_ms: 150710\n- text: I remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"\n  start_ms: 150710\n  end_ms: 152870\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 152870\nplain: |-\n  I ain't got no time for the fake shit\n  They talk behind my back, how I make shit\n  I look 'em in they eyes and they face sick\n  When you start getting money, you a Mason\n  I don't believe in god wit a white\n  face, devil on me I been tryna be patient\n  Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit\n  Drunk sleeping in the park, couldn't pay rent\n  Come outside after dark, hope Christ with you\n  Loyalty is when they really spend they life with you\n  Couple niggas hating on me, that's a light issue\n  Inside of that foreign look like white tissue\n  Shitting on these niggas like my stomach hurt\n  Don't make me find out where your mother work\n  We be laying under cars for a couple percs\n  Bitch, I'm in the mob, I don't want to work\n  I don't know the last job I had,\n  we was lining niggas up for a dime and a half\n  I done spent so much time doing bad\n  I just wanna put my mom in a Jag\n  I'm on Lennox, day one, I be matching\n  Got a homie that be hungry for the madness\n  Follow niggas in they car when it's cracking\n  I know niggas still selling hard with a passion\n  You never seen a fiend strip butt naked\n  Thinking back when I ain't have one record\n  I was in the slums where they love pressing\n  Where you can't leave the crib without one weapon\n  That's why we keep a couple real close by\n  Goyard duffle, I be so fly\n  Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie\n  Different kind of taste, I don't know why\n  I only shop if the shit expensive\n  They know who I am, this is bigger business\n  I be getting racks just to show up\n  Imagine if I tell a nigga, \"Kill the witness\"\n  New Gucci boots look like Timbs, tho\n  All my life, my pops had a Benzo\n  Charlie said he gotta do eleven months\n  I'm thinking where the fuck did all my friends go\n  I'm somewhere in the valley where the wind blow\n  Ordering a salad for a slim hoe\n  Thinking how these fuck niggas must feel\n  But I can understand them 'cause I been broke\n  I can understand, I ain't have much\n  I just put my mom in a condo\n  Nigga, I just put my mom in a condo\n  Smoking on a bomb, got my eyes low\n  I was popping pills in my building\n  I just signed a deal worth a million\n  Praying Scrap Low don't get a pill,\n  that still out in the field with a drill that will kill him\n  I think I'm Makaveli in the flesh\n  Got it feeling like Pac in the building\n  Call Lenny S, get the Roc in the building\n  In the school zone, watching cops while I'm dealing\n  In a new zone, I ain't stopping, I'm plotting\n  I facetimed Meek and he told me how to get it\n  Money in the floor, stash the guns in the ceiling\n  This dope fiend told me she in love with the feeling\n  She rather get high then to go to work\n  I gotta get high when I go to work\n  We live and we die, ain't no tears in my eyes\n  I remember telling mama, I don't wanna work\n  Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  I remember telling niggas, \"Rap was gonna work\"\n  Praying everyday but I don't go to church\n  You gon' die before I see my little brother hurt\n  I just spent fifty on a time piece\n  I remember telling niggas,\"Rap was gonna work\"\n"}]