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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Yeah\n[00:06.08] This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28] For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41] Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22] Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58] Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06] That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81] Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?\n[00:56.48] Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n[01:00.37] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:02.19] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:05.61] For real, some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:08.31] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:11.02] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:13.69] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:16.56] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:19.42] Bad press during the summer over allegations\n[01:22.43] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:24.75] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\n[01:27.60] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:30.61] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\n[01:33.34] Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:36.00] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:38.84] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:41.62] But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\n[01:44.47] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:46.71] Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:49.53] Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\n[01:52.32] Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\n[01:55.03] This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\n[01:57.21] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\n[02:00.14] All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\n[02:02.88] Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:05.60] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:08.38] If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:11.08] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:14.25] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:16.94] My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:19.59] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:22.44] Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten\n[02:24.91] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:27.69] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\n[02:30.95] A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n[02:34.82] Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:38.43] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:41.04] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:42.89] I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah\n[02:48.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5AM In Toronto\n  artist: Drake\n  album: 5AM In Toronto\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 4770\n  end_ms: 6080\n- text: This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n  start_ms: 6080\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 13730\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 13730\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38960\n- text: Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n  start_ms: 38960\n  end_ms: 41580\n- text: Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n  start_ms: 41580\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49350\n- text: Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: Straight, Y pree? 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Why is it always me?\n  Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n  'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n  Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n  For real, some nobody started feelin' himself\n  A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n  A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n  I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n  I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n  Bad press during the summer over allegations\n  I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n  That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\n  A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n  And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\n  Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\n  Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n  Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n  But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\n  And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n  Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\n  Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\n  Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\n  This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\n  This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\n  All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\n  Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\n  Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n  If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\n  Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n  But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n  My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\n  It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n  Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten\n  Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n  I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\n  A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\n  Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\n  If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n  I got her drinkin' with your boy\n  I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah\n"},{"id":16654999,"name":"5AM in Toronto","trackName":"5AM in Toronto","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"5AM in Toronto","duration":182.726542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nThis song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\nFor my niggas, though\n\nUh, you underestimated greatly\nMost number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\nThe part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\nSo they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\nI could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\nYou probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\nNiggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\nYeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n\nSinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\nI mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\nWildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\nOwl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\nDamn, this shit could go on a tape\nBitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\nGive these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\nThat's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake\n\nStraight white pre, why's it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real\nSome nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer for allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music\nI swear, fuck them niggas this year\nI made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses\n\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings\nEat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's\nNothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa\nThis shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill\nBoy we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will\nAll them boys is my wheels\nAnything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil\n\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for 10\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again\nA young nigga tryin' to win here again\nMan, what's up?\nHey, yeah\nA young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty\nAww yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.14] Yeah\n[00:02.81] This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\n[00:05.29] For my niggas, though\n[00:08.35] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:10.62] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:13.42] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:16.14] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:18.89] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:21.64] You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:24.58] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:27.04] Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:30.24] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\n[00:32.89] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\n[00:35.50] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:38.26] Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:41.04] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:43.41] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:46.13] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:48.96] That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake\n[00:50.95] Straight white pre, why's it always me?\n[00:54.35] Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team\n[00:56.90] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[00:59.86] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:02.10] For real\n[01:03.19] Some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:04.96] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:07.88] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:10.67] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:13.23] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:16.12] Bad press during the summer for allegations\n[01:19.07] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:21.66] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'\n[01:24.54] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:27.06] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music\n[01:29.91] I swear, fuck them niggas this year\n[01:31.96] I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:33.38] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:34.66] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:38.05] But if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses\n[01:41.03] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:43.74] Stashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:46.30] Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's\n[01:48.88] Nothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa\n[01:51.54] This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon\n[01:54.39] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill\n[01:55.63] Boy we do this shit for real\n[01:56.98] All them boys in my will\n[01:58.41] All them boys is my wheels\n[01:59.76] Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:02.35] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:03.96] If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:07.72] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:09.96] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:11.44] My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:16.32] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:19.04] Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10\n[02:21.50] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:24.10] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again\n[02:26.91] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:29.72] Man, what's up?\n[02:31.33] Hey, yeah\n[02:32.40] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:35.18] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:37.77] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:39.75] I got her fucked up, shorty\n[02:41.00] Aww yeah\n[02:44.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5AM in Toronto\n  artist: Drake\n  album: 5AM in Toronto\n  duration_ms: 182727\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2140\n  end_ms: 2810\n- text: This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\n  start_ms: 2810\n  end_ms: 5290\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 5290\n  end_ms: 8350\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 8350\n  end_ms: 10620\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 10620\n  end_ms: 13420\n- text: The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n  start_ms: 13420\n  end_ms: 16140\n- text: So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n  start_ms: 16140\n  end_ms: 18890\n- text: I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n  start_ms: 18890\n  end_ms: 21640\n- text: You probably 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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Yeah\n[00:06.08] This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28] For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41] Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22] Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58] Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06] That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81] Straight, Y pree? 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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77]Yeah\n[00:06.08]This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28]For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70]Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73]Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77]The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26]So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06]I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41]Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04]Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22]Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47]Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21]I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96]Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58]Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63]Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69]Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35]Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06]That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81]Straight, Y pree? 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Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\n[00:41.28] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\n[00:43.86] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:46.59] Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:49.52] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:51.58] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:54.33] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:56.88] That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake\n[01:00.15] Straight white pre, why's it always me?\n[01:02.34] Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team\n[01:05.37] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:06.68] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:10.66] For real\n[01:11.67] Some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:13.96] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:16.36] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:18.66] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:21.62] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:25.19] Bad press during the summer for allegations\n[01:27.94] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:30.65] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'\n[01:33.14] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:35.38] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music\n[01:38.23] I swear, fuck them niggas this year\n[01:39.93] I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:41.34] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:43.90] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:46.38] But if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses\n[01:49.28] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:51.22] Stashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:54.43] Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's\n[01:56.92] Nothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa\n[01:59.71] This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon\n[02:02.30] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill\n[02:03.71] Boy we do this shit for real\n[02:05.73] All them boys in my will\n[02:06.77] All them boys is my wheels\n[02:08.26] Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:10.72] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:12.93] If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:15.49] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:18.80] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:21.41] My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:24.23] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:27.47] Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10\n[02:29.77] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:32.50] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again\n[02:36.03] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:37.78] Man, what's up?\n[02:39.49] Hey, yeah\n[02:41.07] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:43.43] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:46.04] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:47.75] I got her fucked up, shorty\n[02:49.08] Aww yeah\n[02:57.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5AM In Toronto\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Drake Videos\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 3520\n  end_ms: 9550\n- text: This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\n  start_ms: 9550\n  end_ms: 13760\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 13760\n  end_ms: 16580\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 16580\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 24580\n- text: So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n  start_ms: 24580\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30830\n- text: You probably 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So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:27.26] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:30.83] You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:33.51] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:35.85] Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:38.55] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\n[00:41.28] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\n[00:43.86] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:46.59] Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:49.52] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:51.58] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:54.33] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:56.88] That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake\n[01:00.15] Straight white pre, why's it always me?\n[01:02.34] Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team\n[01:05.37] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:06.68] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:10.66] For real\n[01:11.67] Some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:13.96] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:16.36] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:18.66] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:21.62] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:25.19] Bad press during the summer for allegations\n[01:27.94] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:30.65] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'\n[01:33.14] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:35.38] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music\n[01:38.23] I swear, fuck them niggas this year\n[01:39.93] I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:41.34] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:43.90] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:46.38] But if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses\n[01:49.28] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:51.22] Stashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:54.43] Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's\n[01:56.92] Nothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa\n[01:59.71] This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon\n[02:02.30] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill\n[02:03.71] Boy we do this shit for real\n[02:05.73] All them boys in my will\n[02:06.77] All them boys is my wheels\n[02:08.26] Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:10.72] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:12.93] If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:15.49] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:18.80] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:21.41] My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:24.23] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:27.47] Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10\n[02:29.77] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:32.50] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again\n[02:36.03] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:37.78] Man, what's up?\n[02:39.49] Hey, yeah\n[02:41.07] A young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:43.43] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:46.04] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:47.75] I got her fucked up, shorty\n[02:49.08] Aww yeah\n[02:57.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5AM In Toronto\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Drake Songs\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 3520\n  end_ms: 9550\n- text: This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\n  start_ms: 9550\n  end_ms: 13760\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 13760\n  end_ms: 16580\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 16580\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: The part 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Nevermind that shit\n[02:26.59] Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:29.37] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:30.49] Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:33.15] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:33.71] Put time into all this shit\n[02:41.01] Perfect timing with all my shit\n[02:43.20] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:44.21] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:44.82] (I think I got it bitch)\n[02:45.50] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:46.23] I'm grindin' for all my shit\n[02:46.85] I got a new vision for all my shit, I don't know what to call that shit\n[02:50.90] I know, I'm selling all of my cars, I'm selling all of my watches, I'm selling diamonds and all of that shit\n[02:56.02] Realized I don't need that shit, I'm a different breed with this shit\n[03:00.42] I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this shit and I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch\n[03:04.85] I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed, fifty mill in one room\n[03:09.82] You could ask anyone out here, who running the game, and they'll tell you the truth\n[03:14.76] Man, oh look, they fuck with me now, I think they're hearin' me now\n[03:18.20] Someone said \"Nigga they takin' you seriously now\"\n[03:20.89] I'm like \"I think they might just be scared of me now\"\n[03:23.15] But it's all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day\n[03:28.28] Goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day\n[03:34.09] Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe\n[03:37.35] I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe\n[03:39.64] Then peek inside the safe and see I'm runnin' out of space\n[03:41.94] Mothafucka that's grindin'\n[03:42.94] Grindin', grindin'\n[03:48.24] Perfect timing\n[03:49.98] Grindin', grindin'\n[03:58.14] Grindin', grindin'\n[04:13.81] I would rather step it up and put it in the safe then peek inside the safe and say I'm running out of space, believe that\n[04:18.47] School find another oo-wop\n[04:20.32] Tell them niggas cool down\n[04:21.53] Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out\n[04:23.24] Kidnap a nigga beat the truth out\n[04:24.86] Moms pick the suit out\n[04:26.17] Top floor, window he get threw out\n[04:27.89] Deuce out\n[04:28.88] Pussy bitches, douche out\n[04:29.92] Flying out the crew out\n[04:31.12] They flew out invite them to my new house, my new house\n[04:32.98] I'm fucking every night up in my new house\n[04:34.79] Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house\n[04:36.60] (Grindin')\n[04:38.01] I'm fucking every night up in my new house\n[04:39.66] Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house\n[04:40.93] Grindin'\n[04:42.06] I'm fucking every night up in my new house\n[04:44.33] Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house\n[04:45.85] I'm grindin'\n[04:47.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grindin' (Feat. 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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Yeah\n[00:06.08] This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28] For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41] Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22] Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58] Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06] That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81] Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?\n[00:56.48] Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n[01:00.37] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:02.19] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:05.61] For real, some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:08.31] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:11.02] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:13.69] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:16.56] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:19.42] Bad press during the summer over allegations\n[01:22.43] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:24.75] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\n[01:27.60] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:30.61] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\n[01:33.34] Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:36.00] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:38.84] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:41.62] But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\n[01:44.47] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:46.71] Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:49.53] Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\n[01:52.32] Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\n[01:55.03] This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\n[01:57.21] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\n[02:00.14] All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\n[02:02.88] Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:05.60] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:08.38] If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:11.08] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:14.25] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:16.94] My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:19.59] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:22.44] Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten\n[02:24.91] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:27.69] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\n[02:30.95] A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n[02:34.82] Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:38.43] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:41.04] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:42.89] I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah\n[02:48.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5AM in Toronto\n  artist: Drake\n  album: Care Package\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 4770\n  end_ms: 6080\n- text: This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n  start_ms: 6080\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 13730\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 13730\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38960\n- text: Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n  start_ms: 38960\n  end_ms: 41580\n- text: Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n  start_ms: 41580\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49350\n- text: Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: Straight, Y pree? 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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Yeah\n[00:06.08] This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28] For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41] Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22] Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58] Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06] That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81] Straight, Y pree? 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Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\n[00:35.92] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\n[00:38.40] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.45] Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.01] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.37] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.01] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:51.66] That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake\n[00:54.48] Straight white pre, why's it always me?\n[00:57.29] Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team\n[00:59.87] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:02.40] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:05.24] For real\n[01:05.71] Some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:08.41] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:10.88] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:13.30] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' 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This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know\n[00:08.66] For my niggas, though\n[00:10.91] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.45] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.15] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:18.83] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:21.58] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:24.44] You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:27.19] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:30.12] Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:32.84] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you\n[00:35.88] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?\n[00:38.35] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.03] Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:43.73] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.08] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:48.95] Give these niggas the look, the verse, 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Why is it always me?\nGot us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\nGuess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\nFor real, some nobody started feelin' himself\nA couple somebodies started killin' themself\nA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\nI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\nI got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\nBad press during the summer over allegations\nI ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\nThat's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\nA lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\nAnd I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\nFuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\nFuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\nWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\nBut if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\nAnd me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\nStashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\nEatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\nNothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\nThis shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\nThis shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\nAll them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\nAnything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\nWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\nIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\nComin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\nBut I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\nMy weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\nIt's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\nNiggas treat me like I've been here for ten\nSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\nI'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\nA young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n\nAyy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\nIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\nI got her drinkin' with your boy\nI got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.77] Yeah\n[00:06.08] This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n[00:09.28] For my niggas, though\n[00:11.70] Uh, you underestimated greatly\n[00:13.73] Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n[00:16.77] The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n[00:19.26] So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n[00:22.06] I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n[00:25.41] Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n[00:28.04] Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n[00:31.22] Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n[00:33.47] Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n[00:36.21] I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n[00:38.96] Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n[00:41.58] Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n[00:44.63] Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n[00:46.69] Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n[00:49.35] Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n[00:52.06] That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n[00:54.81] Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?\n[00:56.48] Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team\n[01:00.37] 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas\n[01:02.19] Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas\n[01:05.61] For real, some nobody started feelin' himself\n[01:08.31] A couple somebodies started killin' themself\n[01:11.02] A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf\n[01:13.69] I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help\n[01:16.56] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation\n[01:19.42] Bad press during the summer over allegations\n[01:22.43] I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money\n[01:24.75] That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming\n[01:27.60] A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement\n[01:30.61] And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear\n[01:33.34] Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga\n[01:36.00] Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous\n[01:38.84] Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans\n[01:41.62] But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses\n[01:44.47] And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans\n[01:46.71] Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings\n[01:49.53] Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's\n[01:52.32] Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco\n[01:55.03] This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon\n[01:57.21] This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real\n[02:00.14] All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills\n[02:02.88] Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil\n[02:05.60] Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill\n[02:08.38] If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real\n[02:11.08] Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase\n[02:14.25] But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates\n[02:16.94] My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race\n[02:19.59] It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe\n[02:22.44] Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten\n[02:24.91] Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again\n[02:27.69] I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again\n[02:30.95] A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?\n[02:34.82] Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again\n[02:38.43] If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in\n[02:41.04] I got her drinkin' with your boy\n[02:42.89] I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah\n[02:48.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drake-5Am In Toronto\n  artist: Sy\n  album: J (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 4770\n  end_ms: 6080\n- text: This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?\n  start_ms: 6080\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: For my niggas, though\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Uh, you underestimated greatly\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 13730\n- text: Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?\n  start_ms: 13730\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 19260\n- text: So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety\n  start_ms: 19260\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 31220\n- text: Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga\n  start_ms: 31220\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38960\n- text: Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget\n  start_ms: 38960\n  end_ms: 41580\n- text: Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it\n  start_ms: 41580\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Damn, this shit could go on a tape\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49350\n- text: Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 52060\n- text: That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake\n  start_ms: 52060\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: Straight, Y pree? 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