[{"id":39103682,"name":"Folknem","trackName":"Folknem","artistName":"Digga","albumName":"Made In The Pyrex (Bonus Track)","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"CGM (Beam me up Scotty)\nDouble Tap (Supreme)\nSavage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps\nMan get whacked\n\nAyy, look, yo, are you listening?\nWet on his head, had to christen him\nTwin got done times two, tryna triple him\nTake a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\nIf he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\nSick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\nYou're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\nBro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\nThis light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\nCome to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\nMagnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\nHe run off again, little chicken shit\nYo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\nBro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\nBut I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\nCome back, swing my long shank and finish him\nYou got a problem, solve that\nAim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\nYo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\nYou're on the wing, better swing and assault that\nHold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\nYo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\nCan't see man that's ten years older\nJoker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\nSo fam, how can I rate them old men?\nStill young but I been out from '010\nTold them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\nThey didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\nI took their mashes and went off and sold them\nMultiple splashes, you got left soaking\nPull up and smoke them, on folknem\n\nIf I shoot my shot and I score\nThen a 100 percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\nDon't come to my block, it's scary\nInsidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious)\nDead ting dead, she hideous\nWork rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\nMan down, man down, I'm billin' him\nGet outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\nSick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio\nCome to the wild get hit by the\nRhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (yow)\nG like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo\nNah mad over no gyal but I'm loco\nBro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo\nMy dargs dem mad, can't tame it\nHe ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\nTwo machines, one new, one ancient\nI'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\nTry front page him, boots with laces\nCBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\nInvasion, if I know where you're stayin'\nHow you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n\nI beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\nHit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)\nIn the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (no)\nWe know their work rate is irrelevant\nNine out often their fingers celibate (dickhead)\nMan make corn fly like Emirates\nSee them legging it, still keep pressing it (baow, baow)\nMy little bro keeps moving too wild\nTryna leave him pronounced, make that definite\nTap bro, I don't think they're getting it\nStill ain't levelling, shotgun specialist\nZK, I'm the youngest president\nI was 15, I had big man beggin' it\nI'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it\nCR at my door like \"Why you not settlin'?\" (Ayy, fuck off)\nBuck up, I'm wettin' him\nIf it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (fucking savage)\nRev that ped with adrenaline\nSav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him\nSlip up, I'll sever him, pepper him\nShave his head just like Mo Better did\nThat's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)\n\nAll you fake rap niggas are tarnished\nCGM, we're the hardest\nBig waps, yeah, we blast it (get down)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.29] CGM (Beam me up Scotty)\n[00:05.21] Double Tap (Supreme)\n[00:07.63] Savage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps\n[00:12.57] Man get whacked\n[00:13.95] Ayy, look, yo, are you listening?\n[00:15.32] Wet on his head, had to christen him\n[00:17.83] Twin got done times two, tryna triple him\n[00:19.38] Take a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\n[00:20.39] If he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\n[00:21.80] Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\n[00:23.73] You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\n[00:25.46] Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\n[00:26.96] This light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\n[00:28.89] Come to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\n[00:30.42] Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\n[00:31.98] He run off again, little chicken shit\n[00:34.08] Yo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\n[00:35.76] Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\n[00:37.53] But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\n[00:39.03] Come back, swing my long shank and finish him\n[00:40.84] You got a problem, solve that\n[00:42.47] Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\n[00:43.95] Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\n[00:45.59] You're on the wing, better swing and assault that\n[00:47.48] Hold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\n[00:49.23] Yo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\n[00:51.26] Can't see man that's ten years older\n[00:52.90] Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\n[00:54.67] So fam, how can I rate them old men?\n[00:56.48] Still young but I been out from '010\n[00:57.61] Told them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\n[00:59.77] They didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\n[01:01.40] I took their mashes and went off and sold them\n[01:03.15] Multiple splashes, you got left soaking\n[01:04.64] Pull up and smoke them, on folknem\n[01:08.05] If I shoot my shot and I score\n[01:09.07] Then a 100 percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\n[01:11.37] Don't come to my block, it's scary\n[01:13.14] Insidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious)\n[01:14.98] Dead ting dead, she hideous\n[01:16.38] Work rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\n[01:18.18] Man down, man down, I'm billin' him\n[01:19.53] Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\n[01:21.23] Sick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio\n[01:24.48] Come to the wild get hit by the\n[01:26.26] Rhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (yow)\n[01:28.12] G like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo\n[01:31.47] Nah mad over no gyal but I'm loco\n[01:32.92] Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo\n[01:34.46] My dargs dem mad, can't tame it\n[01:36.60] He ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\n[01:38.57] Two machines, one new, one ancient\n[01:40.33] I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\n[01:41.76] Try front page him, boots with laces\n[01:43.36] CBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\n[01:45.01] Invasion, if I know where you're stayin'\n[01:46.99] How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n[01:48.73] I beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\n[01:52.52] Hit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)\n[01:54.27] In the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (no)\n[01:56.92] We know their work rate is irrelevant\n[01:58.63] Nine out often their fingers celibate (dickhead)\n[02:00.24] Man make corn fly like Emirates\n[02:02.33] See them legging it, still keep pressing it (baow, baow)\n[02:03.49] My little bro keeps moving too wild\n[02:05.19] Tryna leave him pronounced, make that definite\n[02:07.19] Tap bro, I don't think they're getting it\n[02:08.76] Still ain't levelling, shotgun specialist\n[02:10.36] ZK, I'm the youngest president\n[02:12.23] I was 15, I had big man beggin' it\n[02:13.94] I'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it\n[02:15.44] CR at my door like \"Why you not settlin'?\" (Ayy, fuck off)\n[02:17.62] Buck up, I'm wettin' him\n[02:18.87] If it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (fucking savage)\n[02:20.58] Rev that ped with adrenaline\n[02:22.00] Sav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him\n[02:24.04] Slip up, I'll sever him, pepper him\n[02:26.00] Shave his head just like Mo Better did\n[02:26.57] That's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)\n[02:30.77] All you fake rap niggas are tarnished\n[02:33.67] CGM, we're the hardest\n[02:36.17] Big waps, yeah, we blast it (get down)\n[02:38.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Folknem\n  artist: Digga\n  album: Made In The Pyrex (Bonus Track)\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: CGM (Beam me up Scotty)\n  start_ms: 2290\n  end_ms: 5210\n- text: Double Tap (Supreme)\n  start_ms: 5210\n  end_ms: 7630\n- text: Savage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps\n  start_ms: 7630\n  end_ms: 12570\n- text: Man get whacked\n  start_ms: 12570\n  end_ms: 13950\n- text: Ayy, look, yo, are you listening?\n  start_ms: 13950\n  end_ms: 15320\n- text: Wet on his head, had to christen him\n  start_ms: 15320\n  end_ms: 17830\n- text: Twin got done times two, tryna triple him\n  start_ms: 17830\n  end_ms: 19380\n- text: Take a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\n  start_ms: 19380\n  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runnin' the field, no dribblin'\n  You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\n  Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\n  This light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\n  Come to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\n  Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\n  He run off again, little chicken shit\n  Yo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\n  Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\n  But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\n  Come back, swing my long shank and finish him\n  You got a problem, solve that\n  Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\n  Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\n  You're on the wing, better swing and assault that\n  Hold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\n  Yo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\n  Can't see man that's ten years older\n  Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\n  So fam, how can I rate them old men?\n  Still young but I been out from '010\n  Told them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\n  They didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\n  I took their mashes and went off and sold them\n  Multiple splashes, you got left soaking\n  Pull up and smoke them, on folknem\n\n  If I shoot my shot and I score\n  Then a 100 percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\n  Don't come to my block, it's scary\n  Insidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious)\n  Dead ting dead, she hideous\n  Work rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\n  Man down, man down, I'm billin' him\n  Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\n  Sick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio\n  Come to the wild get hit by the\n  Rhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (yow)\n  G like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo\n  Nah mad over no gyal but I'm loco\n  Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo\n  My dargs dem mad, can't tame it\n  He ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\n  Two machines, one new, one ancient\n  I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\n  Try front page him, boots with laces\n  CBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\n  Invasion, if I know where you're stayin'\n  How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n\n  I beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\n  Hit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)\n  In the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (no)\n  We know their work rate is irrelevant\n  Nine out often their fingers celibate (dickhead)\n  Man make corn fly like Emirates\n  See them legging it, still keep pressing it (baow, baow)\n  My little bro keeps moving too wild\n  Tryna leave him pronounced, make that definite\n  Tap bro, I don't think they're getting it\n  Still ain't levelling, shotgun specialist\n  ZK, I'm the youngest president\n  I was 15, I had big man beggin' it\n  I'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it\n  CR at my door like \"Why you not settlin'?\" (Ayy, fuck off)\n  Buck up, I'm wettin' him\n  If it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (fucking savage)\n  Rev that ped with adrenaline\n  Sav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him\n  Slip up, I'll sever him, pepper him\n  Shave his head just like Mo Better did\n  That's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)\n\n  All you fake rap niggas are tarnished\n  CGM, we're the hardest\n  Big waps, yeah, we blast it (get down)\n"},{"id":17479481,"name":"Folknem","trackName":"Folknem","artistName":"Digga D","albumName":"Made In The Pyrex","duration":177.61458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(X10)\nCGM\n(Beam me up Scotty)\nDouble Tap (ya-yow)\n(Supreme)\nSavage, ZK\nBack to back, we back our straps\nMan get whacked\nAyy, look, yo, are you listenin'?\nWet- on his head, had to Christen him\nGot done times two, tryna triple him\nTake his trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\nIf he's-, I'ma catch him and cripple him\nSick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\nYo, finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\nBro, he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\nThis light skin bitch here, she flippin' it\nCome to bad man an dwan' talk 'bout lickin' it\nMagnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\nHe ran off again, little chicken shit\nYo, I own all my guns I ain't trippin' him\nBro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\nBut I'm mortal, show 'em 'bout Kombat\nCome back, swing my long shank and finish him\nYou got a problem, solve that\nAim for his egg, yo, crack it and yoke that\nYo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\nYou're on the wing, better swing and assault that\nHold that, twenty-one days ain't nothin', you joke man\nYo fam, you're better, no fear, no man\nCan't see man that's ten years older\nJoker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\nSo fam, how can I rate them old men?\nStill young but I been out from '010\nTold them, \"Don't get comfy in Golborne\"\nThey didn't listen we caught 'em and showed 'em\nI took their mashes and went off and sold 'em\nMultiple splashes, you got left soakin'\nPull up and smoke them\nOn folknem\nIf I shoot my shot then I scored in a hundred percent\nMan's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\nDon't come to block it's scary, Insidious\nPrince in the West, no William (Insidious)\nDead ting dead, she hideous\nWork rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\nMan down, man down, now I'm billin' him\nGet outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\nSick in my head, I'm psycho\nAnd there's no way I could sleep on a vio\nCome to the wild get hit by the rhino, rhino\nMercy the G like Stylo (yow)\nG like Herbo, G like Polo\nI'll take that risk on my solo\nNah mad over no gyal, but I'm loco\nBro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo (bro bro)\nMy dargs, they're mad, can't tame it\nHe ain't rid back, all now, I don't blame him\nTwo machines, one new, one ancient\nI'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\nTry front page him, boots with laces\nCBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\nInvasion, if I know where you're stayin'\nHow you do drill rap but ain't use your 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skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\nCome to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\nMagnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\nHe run off again, little chicken shit\nYo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\nBro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\nBut I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\nCome back, swing my long shank and finish him\nYou got a problem, solve that\nAim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\nYo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\nYou're on the wing, better swing and assault that\nHold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\nYo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\nCan't see man that's ten years older\nJoker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\nSo fam, how can I rate them old men?\nStill young but I been out from '010\nTold them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\nThey didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\nI took their mashes and went off and sold them\nMultiple splashes, you got left soaking\nPull up and smoke them, on folknem\n\nIf I shoot my shot 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whacked\n\nAyy, look, yo, are you listening?\nWet on his head, had to christen him\nTwin got done times two, tryna triple him\nTake a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\nIf he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\nSick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\nYou're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\nBro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\nThis light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\nCome to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\nMagnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\nHe run off again, little chicken shit\nYo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\nBro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\nBut I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\nCome back, swing my long shank and finish him\nYou got a problem, solve that\nAim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\nYo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\nYou're on the wing, better swing and assault that\nHold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\nYo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\nCan't see man that's ten years 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mad, can't tame it\nHe ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\nTwo machines, one new, one ancient\nI'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\nTry front page him, boots with laces\nCBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\nInvasion, if I know where you're stayin'\nHow you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n\nI beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\nHit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)\nIn the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (no)\nWe know their work rate is irrelevant\nNine out often their fingers celibate (dickhead)\nMan make corn fly like Emirates\nSee them legging it, still keep pressing it (baow, baow)\nMy little bro keeps moving too wild\nTryna leave him pronounced, make that definite\nTap bro, I don't think they're getting it\nStill ain't levelling, shotgun specialist\nZK, I'm the youngest president\nI was 15, I had big man beggin' it\nI'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it\nCR at my door like \"Why you not settlin'?\" (Ayy, fuck off)\nBuck up, I'm wettin' him\nIf it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (fucking savage)\nRev that ped with adrenaline\nSav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him\nSlip up, I'll sever him, pepper him\nShave his head just like Mo Better did\nThat's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)\n\nAll you fake rap niggas are tarnished\nCGM, we're the hardest\nBig waps, yeah, we blast it (get down)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] CGM (Beam me up Scotty)\n[00:05.25] Double Tap (Supreme)\n[00:07.65] Savage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps\n[00:12.58] Man get whacked\n[00:13.97] Ayy, look, yo, are you listening?\n[00:15.36] Wet on his head, had to christen him\n[00:17.87] Twin got done times two, tryna triple him\n[00:19.36] Take a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\n[00:20.32] If he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\n[00:21.81] Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\n[00:23.75] You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\n[00:25.44] 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I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\nCome back, swing my long shank and finish him\nYou got a problem, solve that\nAim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\nYo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\nYou're on the wing, better swing and assault that\nHold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\nYo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\nCan't see man that's ten years older\nJoker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\nSo fam, how can I rate them old men?\nStill young but I been out from '010\nTold them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\nThey didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\nI took their mashes and went off and sold them\nMultiple splashes, you got left soaking\nPull up and smoke them, on folknem\n\nIf I shoot my shot and I score\nThen a 100 percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\nDon't come to my block, it's scary\nInsidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious)\nDead ting dead, she hideous\nWork rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\nMan down, man down, I'm billin' him\nGet outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\nSick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio\nCome to the wild get hit by the\nRhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (yow)\nG like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo\nNah mad over no gyal but I'm loco\nBro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo\nMy dargs dem mad, can't tame it\nHe ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\nTwo machines, one new, one ancient\nI'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\nTry front page him, boots with laces\nCBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\nInvasion, if I know where you're stayin'\nHow you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n\nI beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\nHit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (baow, baow)\nIn the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (no)\nWe know their work rate is irrelevant\nNine out often their fingers celibate (dickhead)\nMan make corn fly like Emirates\nSee them legging it, still keep pressing it (baow, baow)\nMy little bro keeps moving too wild\nTryna leave him pronounced, make that definite\nTap bro, I don't think they're getting it\nStill ain't levelling, shotgun specialist\nZK, I'm the youngest president\nI was 15, I had big man beggin' it\nI'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it\nCR at my door like \"Why you not settlin'?\" (Ayy, fuck off)\nBuck up, I'm wettin' him\nIf it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (fucking savage)\nRev that ped with adrenaline\nSav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him\nSlip up, I'll sever him, pepper him\nShave his head just like Mo Better did\nThat's one shot like he took some ketamine (baow)\n\nAll you fake rap niggas are tarnished\nCGM, we're the hardest\nBig waps, yeah, we blast it (get down)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] CGM (Beam me up Scotty)\n[00:05.25] Double Tap (Supreme)\n[00:07.65] Savage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps\n[00:12.58] Man get whacked\n[00:13.97] Ayy, look, yo, are you listening?\n[00:15.36] Wet on his head, had to christen him\n[00:17.87] Twin got done times two, tryna triple him\n[00:19.36] Take a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him\n[00:20.32] If he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\n[00:21.81] Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\n[00:23.75] You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\n[00:25.44] Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\n[00:26.98] This light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\n[00:28.85] Come to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\n[00:30.49] Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\n[00:31.92] He run off again, little chicken shit\n[00:34.08] Yo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\n[00:35.74] Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\n[00:37.58] But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\n[00:39.05] Come back, swing my long shank and finish him\n[00:40.83] You got a problem, solve that\n[00:42.47] Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\n[00:43.97] Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\n[00:45.55] You're on the wing, better swing and assault that\n[00:47.46] Hold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\n[00:49.26] Yo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\n[00:51.25] Can't see man that's ten years older\n[00:52.96] Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\n[00:54.62] So fam, how can I rate them old men?\n[00:56.49] Still young but I been out from '010\n[00:57.63] Told them \"Don't get comfy in Golb-\"\n[00:59.75] They didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em\n[01:01.44] I took their mashes and went off and sold them\n[01:03.18] Multiple splashes, you got left soaking\n[01:04.63] Pull up and smoke them, on folknem\n[01:08.02] If I shoot my shot and I score\n[01:09.04] Then a 100 percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (hittin' it)\n[01:11.30] Don't come to my block, it's scary\n[01:13.18] Insidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious)\n[01:14.97] Dead ting dead, she hideous\n[01:16.33] Work rate high, tryna get to a million (a million)\n[01:18.13] Man down, man down, I'm billin' him\n[01:19.52] Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it\n[01:21.21] Sick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio\n[01:24.49] Come to the wild get hit by the\n[01:26.21] Rhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (yow)\n[01:28.13] G like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo\n[01:31.47] Nah mad over no gyal but I'm loco\n[01:32.95] Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo\n[01:34.42] My dargs dem mad, can't tame it\n[01:36.62] He ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him\n[01:38.58] Two machines, one new, one ancient\n[01:40.39] I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him\n[01:41.70] Try front page him, boots with laces\n[01:43.33] CBO, gotta mind what I'm sayin'\n[01:45.06] Invasion, if I know where you're stayin'\n[01:46.96] How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless?\n[01:48.79] I beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons\n[01:52.52] Hit your skeleton, 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trips, man's rippin' him\n  If he's I'ma catch him and cripple him\n  Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin'\n  You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him\n  Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him\n  This light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it\n  Come to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it\n  Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it\n  He run off again, little chicken shit\n  Yo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him\n  Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him\n  But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat\n  Come back, swing my long shank and finish him\n  You got a problem, solve that\n  Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that\n  Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that\n  You're on the wing, better swing and assault that\n  Hold that, 21 days ain't nothing, you joke man\n  Yo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man\n  Can't see man that's ten years older\n  Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan\n  So fam, how can I rate them old men?\n  Still young 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