[{"id":31757504,"name":"First Person Shooter","trackName":"First Person Shooter","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"First Person Shooter","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Pew, pew-pew)\nFirst person shooter mode\nWe turnin' your song to a funeral\nTo them niggas that say they wan' off us\nYou better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\nYeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\nLot of niggas debatin' my numeral\nNot the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\nYeah\nNumero U-N-O\nMe and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl\nMan, this shit damn near big as the—\n\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?\nBig as the Super Bowl\nBut the difference is\nIt's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\nNiggas usually send they verses back to me\nAnd they be terrible, just like a two-year old\nI love a dinner with some fine women\nWhen they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\nI'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n\"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\nWho you bitches really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November\nNigga\nIt's just you and Cole\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\nBig as the Super Bowl\n\nNiggas so thirsty to put me in beef\nDissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\nI look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\nI'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\nI still wanna get me a song with YB\nCan't trust everything that you saw on IG\nJust know if I diss you\nI'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\nI'm namin' the album The Fall Off\nIt's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\nStill in this bitch gettin' bigger\nThey waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\nLove when they argue the hardest MC\nIs it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now\nI feel like Muhammed Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\nFeel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending a wake\nHate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\nMan, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\nI'm 'bout to—, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\nMy youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nDon't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.10] (Pew, pew-pew)\n[00:03.86] First person shooter mode\n[00:04.85] We turnin' your song to a funeral\n[00:06.84] To them niggas that say they wan' off us\n[00:08.25] You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\n[00:10.75] Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\n[00:12.78] Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral\n[00:14.45] Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\n[00:17.41] Yeah\n[00:18.78] Numero U-N-O\n[00:20.32] Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl\n[00:22.02] Man, this shit damn near big as the—\n[00:22.94] Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?\n[00:31.46] Big as the Super Bowl\n[00:32.87] But the difference is\n[00:33.89] It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n[00:36.48] Niggas usually send they verses back to me\n[00:38.42] And they be terrible, just like a two-year old\n[00:40.52] I love a dinner with some fine women\n[00:42.58] When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n[00:44.08] I'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n[00:47.20] \"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\n[00:50.30] Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n[00:52.56] Like a kid that act bad from January to November\n[00:53.93] Nigga\n[00:55.56] It's just you and Cole\n[00:57.32] Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\n[01:02.95] Big as the Super Bowl\n[01:04.26] Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n[01:05.98] Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n[01:08.07] I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n[01:09.56] I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n[01:11.78] I still wanna get me a song with YB\n[01:13.66] Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n[01:16.02] Just know if I diss you\n[01:16.71] I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n[01:19.45] I'm namin' the album The Fall Off\n[01:21.14] It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n[01:23.58] Still in this bitch gettin' bigger\n[01:25.45] They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n[01:27.69] Love when they argue the hardest MC\n[01:29.62] Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n[01:31.98] We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n[01:34.33] I feel like Muhammed Ali\n[01:36.08] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n[01:39.75] The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n[01:41.93] Feel like I got a job in IT\n[01:43.37] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[01:45.37] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[01:47.45] It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n[01:49.96] We got 'em attending a wake\n[01:52.16] Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n[01:53.55] Man, this shit like a prison escape\n[01:55.86] Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n[01:57.92] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:00.99] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:03.13] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n[02:05.35] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n[02:08.04] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:10.28] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:12.93] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:18.12] Nigga\n[02:25.24] Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n[02:28.40] I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n[02:32.48] Yeah\n[02:34.77] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:36.43] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:37.63] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:39.42] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:40.71] I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n[02:42.69] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[02:46.31] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n[02:48.83] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[02:52.17] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[02:54.85] I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n[02:57.72] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:03.72] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:06.58] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:10.09] You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n[03:12.50] My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:15.73] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:18.56] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[03:21.86] Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n[03:24.09] They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n[03:26.32] They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n[03:29.88] I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n[03:32.88] Girl gave me some head because I need it\n[03:35.46] And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n[03:38.43] Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n[03:40.13] What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n[03:42.84] Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n[03:44.77] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:47.25] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:50.49] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Big as the what?\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n  But the difference is\n  It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n  Niggas usually send they verses back to me\n  And they be terrible, just like a two-year old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women\n  When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n  I'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  \"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\n  Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November\n  Nigga\n  It's just you and Cole\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n  Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n  I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n  I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n  I still wanna get me a song with YB\n  Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n  Just know if I diss you\n  I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n  I'm namin' the album The Fall Off\n  It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n  Still in this bitch gettin' bigger\n  They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n  Love when they argue the hardest MC\n  Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n  I feel like Muhammed Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n  Feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n  We got 'em attending a wake\n  Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n  Man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n  I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n  My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? 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Big as the what?\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n  But the difference is\n  It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n  Niggas usually send they verses back to me\n  And they be terrible, just like a two-year old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women\n  When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n  I'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  \"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\n  Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November\n  Nigga\n  It's just you and Cole\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? 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Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n  I feel like Muhammed Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n  Feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n  We got 'em attending a wake\n  Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n  Man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n  I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n  My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n"},{"id":12930276,"name":"First Person Shooter","trackName":"First Person Shooter","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Drake Videos","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Pew, pew-pew)\nFirst-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral\nTo them - that say they wan' off us\nYou better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\nYeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\nLot of - debatin' my numeral\nNot the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\nYeah\nNumero U-N-O\nMe and Drizzy, this - like the Super Bowl\nMan, this - damn near big as the\n\nBig as the what? (Ah)\nBig as the what? (Mm)\nBig as the what? 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(Ayy)\n[01:36.15] Big as the Super Bowl\n[01:37.32] Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n[01:39.48] Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n[01:41.23] I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n[01:43.09] I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n[01:45.24] I still wanna get me a song with YB\n[01:47.32] Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n[01:48.88] Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n[01:53.20] I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n[01:56.71] Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n[02:00.61] Love when they argue the hardest MC\n[02:03.02] Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n[02:05.02] We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\n[02:09.71] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n[02:12.70] The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n[02:16.96] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[02:18.76] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[02:21.75] It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\n[02:26.32] Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\n[02:29.38] Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n[02:32.02] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n[02:35.02] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:37.44] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\n[02:39.44] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n[02:42.22] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:44.35] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:46.28] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:52.84] Nigga\n[02:57.67] Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\n[03:09.35] I'm 'bout to, yeah\n[03:14.40] Yeah\n[03:15.62] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[03:17.76] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[03:19.28] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[03:21.36] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[03:22.86] I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n[03:24.61] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[03:27.07] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\n[03:29.94] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[03:33.50] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[03:36.47] I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\n[03:39.46] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:45.63] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:48.41] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:51.16] You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\n[03:54.11] My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:57.07] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:59.72] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[04:03.76] Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n[04:06.48] They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n[04:08.79] They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n[04:11.17] I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n[04:14.70] Girl gave me some head because I need it\n[04:17.14] And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?\n[04:19.81] Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n[04:22.82] What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n[04:25.29] Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n[04:27.90] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[04:28.96] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[04:29.86] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?\n[04:35.35] Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n[04:40.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drake - First Person Shooter ft. J. 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Big as the what?\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n  But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n  Niggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n  I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n\n  Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? 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Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\n  Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\n  I'm 'bout to, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\n  My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? 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Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\nHate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\nI'm 'bout to, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\nMy youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? 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Who the G.O.A.T.?\nWho you - really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November - it's just you and Cole\n\nBig as the what? (Ah)\nBig as the what? (Mm)\nBig as the what? (Ayy)\nBig as the Super Bowl\n\n- Thirsty to put me in beef\nDissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\nI look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\nI'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\nI still wanna get me a song with YB\nCan't trust everything that you saw on IG\nJust know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n\nI'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\nStill in this - gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\nLove when they argue the hardest MC\nIs it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\nThe one that they call when they - ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending your wake\nHate how the game got away from the bars, man, this - like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well, - then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole - up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\nI'm 'bout to, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this -\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm 'bout to click out on this -\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\n\nI'm down to click out you - and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n- Still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\nMy youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n\nI told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a door stop\nGirl gave me some - because I need it\nAnd if I - with you, then after I might - what?\n- Talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the -, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n- Beat it - beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?\nDon't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] (Pew, pew-pew)\n[00:03.58] First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral\n[00:06.78] To them - that say they wan' off us\n[00:08.34] You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\n[00:10.41] Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\n[00:12.44] Lot of - debatin' my numeral\n[00:14.01] Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\n[00:17.13] Yeah\n[00:19.24] Numero U-N-O\n[00:20.35] Me and Drizzy, this - like the Super Bowl\n[00:22.25] Man, this - damn near big as the\n[00:24.92] Big as the what? (Ah)\n[00:26.86] Big as the what? (Mm)\n[00:28.99] Big as the what? (Ayy)\n[00:31.06] Big as the Super Bowl\n[00:32.10] But the difference is it's just two guys playin' - that they did in the studio\n[00:35.98] - Usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\n[00:40.26] I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.\n[00:43.99] I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n[00:47.04] Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n[00:49.93] Who you - really rootin' for?\n[00:51.73] Like a kid that act bad from January to November - it's just you and Cole\n[00:56.49] Big as the what? (Ah)\n[00:58.58] Big as the what? (Mm)\n[01:00.34] Big as the what? (Ayy)\n[01:02.47] Big as the Super Bowl\n[01:04.06] - Thirsty to put me in beef\n[01:05.64] Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n[01:07.41] I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n[01:09.67] I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n[01:11.51] I still wanna get me a song with YB\n[01:13.37] Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n[01:15.43] Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n[01:19.48] I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n[01:23.51] Still in this - gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n[01:27.35] Love when they argue the hardest MC\n[01:29.13] Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n[01:31.22] We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\n[01:35.17] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n[01:39.07] The one that they call when they - ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n[01:43.25] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[01:44.91] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[01:47.07] It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons\n[01:49.43] We got 'em attending your wake\n[01:51.89] Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this - like a prison escape\n[01:54.93] Everybody steppers, well, - then everybody breakfast\n[01:57.33] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n[02:00.77] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:02.89] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\n[02:04.91] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole - up, the crop duster\n[02:07.91] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:09.62] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:12.42] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:16.19] \n[02:24.00] Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\n[02:28.79] I'm 'bout to, yeah\n[02:32.97] Yeah\n[02:34.07] I'm 'bout to click out on this -\n[02:35.74] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[02:37.01] I'm 'bout to click out on this -\n[02:38.68] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[02:39.91] I'm down to click out you - and make a crime scene\n[02:42.92] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[02:45.84] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\n[02:48.74] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[02:51.61] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[02:54.76] I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n[02:58.19] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:03.44] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:06.36] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:09.76] - Still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\n[03:12.30] My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:15.23] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:18.17] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[03:21.07] Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n[03:24.06] They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n[03:26.47] They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n[03:29.51] I told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a door stop\n[03:32.57] Girl gave me some - because I need it\n[03:34.94] And if I - with you, then after I might - what?\n[03:38.10] - Talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n[03:40.28] What the -, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n[03:42.66] - Beat it - beat it, what?\n[03:44.23] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:47.31] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:50.25] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?\n[03:52.82] Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n[03:54.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drake - First Person Shooter (Audio) ft. J. 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(Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  But the difference is it's just two guys playin' - that they did in the studio\n  - Usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.\n  I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n  Who you - really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November - it's just you and Cole\n\n  Big as the what? (Ah)\n  Big as the what? (Mm)\n  Big as the what? (Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  - Thirsty to put me in beef\n  Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n  I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n  I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n  I still wanna get me a song with YB\n  Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n  Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n\n  I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n  Still in this - gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n  Love when they argue the hardest MC\n  Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? 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Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now\nI feel like Muhammed Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\nFeel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending a wake\nHate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\nMan, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\nI'm 'bout to—, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\nMy youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Big as the what?(Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n  Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n  I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n  I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n  I still wanna get me a song with YB\n  Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n  Just know if I diss you\n  I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n  I'm namin' the album The Fall Off\n  It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n  Still in this bitch gettin' bigger\n  They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n  Love when they argue the hardest MC\n  Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n  I feel like Muhammed Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n  Feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n  We got 'em attending a wake\n  Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n  Man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n  I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n  My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n"},{"id":34184934,"name":"First Person Shooter (con J. Cole)","trackName":"First Person Shooter (con J. 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Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\nThe one that they call when they - ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending your wake\nHate how the game got away from the bars, man, this - like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well, - then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole - up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\nI'm 'bout to, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this -\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm 'bout to click out on this -\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\n\nI'm down to click out you - and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n- Still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\nMy youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n\nI told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a door stop\nGirl gave me some - because I need it\nAnd if I - with you, then after I might - what?\n- Talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the -, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n- Beat it - beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\nHate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\nI'm 'bout to, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\nMy youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? 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Big as the what?\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n  But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n  Niggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n  I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n\n  Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n  Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n  I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n  I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n  I still wanna get me a song with YB\n  Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n  Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n\n  I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n  Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n  Love when they argue the hardest MC\n  Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\n  Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\n  I'm 'bout to, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\n  My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?\n  Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n"},{"id":9078911,"name":"First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole)","trackName":"First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole)","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"Drake Videos","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Pew, pew-pew)\n\nFirst-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral\nTo them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\nYeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\nLot of niggas debatin' my numeral\nNot the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\nYeah\nNumero U-N-O\nMe and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl\nMan, this shit damn near big as the-\n\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?\nBig as the Super Bowl\nBut the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\nNiggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\nI love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\nI'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\nWho the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n\nWho you bitches really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy)\nBig as the Super Bowl\n\nNiggas so thirsty to put me in beef\nDissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\nI look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\nI'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\nI still wanna get me a song with YB\nCan't trust everything that you saw on IG\nJust know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n\nI'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\nStill in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\nLove when they argue the hardest MC\nIs it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\nHate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\nI'm 'bout to, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, whoa\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\nMy youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Or me?\n[02:05.04] We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali\n[02:09.80] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali\n[02:12.64] The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT\n[02:16.98] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[02:18.71] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[02:21.77] It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake\n[02:26.36] Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape\n[02:29.37] Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n[02:32.03] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)\n[02:35.05] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:37.43] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher\n[02:39.43] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n[02:42.25] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:44.31] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:46.21] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:52.82] Nigga\n[02:57.63] Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to\n[03:09.33] I'm 'bout to, yeah\n[03:14.40] Yeah\n[03:15.68] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[03:17.77] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[03:19.26] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[03:21.31] I'm 'bout to click, whoa\n[03:22.83] I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n[03:24.65] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[03:27.06] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19\n[03:29.99] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[03:33.58] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[03:36.40] I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings\n[03:39.50] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:45.67] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:48.45] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:51.20] You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream\n[03:54.19] My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:57.03] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:59.71] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[04:03.76] Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n[04:06.49] They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n[04:08.77] They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n[04:11.19] I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n[04:14.74] Girl gave me some head because I need it\n[04:17.11] And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?\n[04:19.81] Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n[04:22.90] What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n[04:25.22] Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n[04:27.92] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[04:28.91] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[04:29.84] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Big as the what?\n[00:31.44] Big as the Super Bowl\n[00:32.81] But the difference is\n[00:33.87] It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n[00:36.41] Niggas usually send they verses back to me\n[00:38.42] And they be terrible, just like a two-year old\n[00:40.54] I love a dinner with some fine women\n[00:42.54] When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n[00:44.01] I'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n[00:47.25] \"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\n[00:50.38] Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n[00:52.53] Like a kid that act bad from January to November\n[00:53.96] Nigga\n[00:55.55] It's just you and Cole\n[00:57.39] Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\n[01:02.92] Big as the Super Bowl\n[01:04.27] Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n[01:05.97] Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n[01:08.05] I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n[01:09.56] I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n[01:11.71] I still wanna get me a song with YB\n[01:13.67] Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n[01:16.03] Just know if I diss you\n[01:16.70] I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n[01:19.47] I'm namin' the album The Fall Off\n[01:21.15] It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n[01:23.52] Still in this bitch gettin' bigger\n[01:25.40] They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n[01:27.65] Love when they argue the hardest MC\n[01:29.61] Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n[01:31.97] We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n[01:34.31] I feel like Muhammed Ali\n[01:36.06] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n[01:39.78] The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n[01:41.99] Feel like I got a job in IT\n[01:43.37] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[01:45.30] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[01:47.43] It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n[01:49.91] We got 'em attending a wake\n[01:52.11] Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n[01:53.58] Man, this shit like a prison escape\n[01:55.80] Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n[01:57.95] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:00.95] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:03.15] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n[02:05.35] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n[02:08.08] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:10.22] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:12.92] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:18.13] Nigga\n[02:25.28] Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n[02:28.43] I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n[02:32.40] Yeah\n[02:34.72] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:36.44] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:37.68] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:39.47] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:40.75] I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n[02:42.69] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[02:46.33] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n[02:48.87] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[02:52.16] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[02:54.85] I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n[02:57.73] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:03.75] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:06.54] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:10.00] You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n[03:12.56] My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:15.77] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:18.51] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[03:21.88] Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n[03:24.05] They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n[03:26.31] They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n[03:29.83] I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n[03:32.81] Girl gave me some head because I need it\n[03:35.47] And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n[03:38.49] Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n[03:40.19] What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n[03:42.89] Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n[03:44.72] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:47.23] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:50.48] Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n[03:52.85] Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n[03:56.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: First Person Shooter (feat. J. 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Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n"},{"id":5030412,"name":"First Person Shooter","trackName":"First Person Shooter","artistName":"Drake","albumName":"For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Pew, pew-pew)\n\nFirst-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral\nTo them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\nYeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\nLot of niggas debatin' my numeral\nNot the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\nYeah\nNumero U-N-O\nMe and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl\nMan, this shit damn near big as the-\n\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?\nBig as the Super Bowl\nBut the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\nNiggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old\nI love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\nI'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\nWho the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\n\nWho you bitches really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? 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Big as the what?\nBig as the Super Bowl\nBut the difference is\nIt's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\nNiggas usually send they verses back to me\nAnd they be terrible, just like a two-year old\nI love a dinner with some fine women\nWhen they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\nI'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n\"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\nWho you bitches really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November\nNigga\nIt's just you and Cole\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\nBig as the Super Bowl\n\nNiggas so thirsty to put me in beef\nDissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\nI look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\nI'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\nI still wanna get me a song with YB\nCan't trust everything that you saw on IG\nJust know if I diss you\nI'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\nI'm namin' the album The Fall Off\nIt's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\nStill in this bitch gettin' bigger\nThey waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\nLove when they argue the hardest MC\nIs it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now\nI feel like Muhammed Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\nFeel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending a wake\nHate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\nMan, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\nI'm 'bout to—, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\nMy youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Or me?\n[01:31.98] We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n[01:34.33] I feel like Muhammed Ali\n[01:36.08] Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n[01:39.75] The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n[01:41.93] Feel like I got a job in IT\n[01:43.37] Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n[01:45.37] The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n[01:47.45] It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n[01:49.96] We got 'em attending a wake\n[01:52.16] Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n[01:53.55] Man, this shit like a prison escape\n[01:55.86] Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n[01:57.92] And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n[02:00.99] When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n[02:03.13] The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n[02:05.35] The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n[02:08.04] Not Russia, but apply pressure\n[02:10.28] To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n[02:12.93] With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n[02:18.12] Nigga\n[02:25.24] Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n[02:28.40] I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n[02:32.48] Yeah\n[02:34.77] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:36.43] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:37.63] I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n[02:39.42] I'm 'bout to click, woah\n[02:40.71] I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n[02:42.69] I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n[02:46.31] Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n[02:48.83] She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n[02:52.17] She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n[02:54.85] I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n[02:57.72] Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n[03:03.72] Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n[03:06.58] And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n[03:10.09] You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n[03:12.50] My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n[03:15.73] I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n[03:18.56] Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n[03:21.86] Will they ever give me flowers? 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Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Big as the what?\nBig as the Super Bowl\nBut the difference is\nIt's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\nNiggas usually send they verses back to me\nAnd they be terrible, just like a two-year old\nI love a dinner with some fine women\nWhen they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\nI'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n\"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\nWho you bitches really rootin' for?\nLike a kid that act bad from January to November\nNigga\nIt's just you and Cole\nBig as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\nBig as the Super Bowl\n\nNiggas so thirsty to put me in beef\nDissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\nI look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\nI'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\nI still wanna get me a song with YB\nCan't trust everything that you saw on IG\nJust know if I diss you\nI'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\nI'm namin' the album The Fall Off\nIt's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\nStill in this bitch gettin' bigger\nThey waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\nLove when they argue the hardest MC\nIs it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\nWe the big three like we started a league, but right now\nI feel like Muhammed Ali\nHuh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\nThe one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\nFeel like I got a job in IT\nRhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\nThe Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\nIt's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\nWe got 'em attending a wake\nHate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\nMan, this shit like a prison escape\nEverybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\nAnd I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\nWhen I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\nThe G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\nThe spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\nNot Russia, but apply pressure\nTo your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\nWith The Boy in the status, a stadium\nNigga\n\nAyy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\nI'm 'bout to—, yeah\nYeah\n\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm 'bout to click out on this shit\nI'm 'bout to click, woah\nI'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\nI click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\nMan, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\nShe call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\nShe got a Android, her messages is lime green\nI search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\nNadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\nMan, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\nAnd they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\nYou niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\nMy youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\nI really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\nMan, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\nWill they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\nThey don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\nThey know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\nI told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\nGirl gave me some head because I need it\nAnd if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\nNiggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\nWhat the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\nNigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\nBeat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 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Well, of course not\n  start_ms: 201860\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206320\n- text: They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n  start_ms: 206320\n  end_ms: 209880\n- text: I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  start_ms: 209880\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215460\n- text: And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n  start_ms: 215460\n  end_ms: 218430\n- text: Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  start_ms: 218430\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 222840\n- text: Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n  start_ms: 222840\n  end_ms: 224770\n- text: Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  start_ms: 224770\n  end_ms: 227250\n- text: Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  start_ms: 227250\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 232880\n- text: Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n  start_ms: 232880\n  end_ms: 236130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 236130\nplain: |-\n  (Pew, pew-pew)\n  First person shooter mode\n  We turnin' your song to a funeral\n  To them niggas that say they wan' off us\n  You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles\n  Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code\n  Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral\n  Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O\n  Yeah\n  Numero U-N-O\n  Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl\n  Man, this shit damn near big as the—\n\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n  But the difference is\n  It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio\n  Niggas usually send they verses back to me\n  And they be terrible, just like a two-year old\n  I love a dinner with some fine women\n  When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T\n  I'm like \"Go 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?\n  \"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?\"\n  Who you bitches really rootin' for?\n  Like a kid that act bad from January to November\n  Nigga\n  It's just you and Cole\n  Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?(Ayy)\n  Big as the Super Bowl\n\n  Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef\n  Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep\n  I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth\n  I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique\n  I still wanna get me a song with YB\n  Can't trust everything that you saw on IG\n  Just know if I diss you\n  I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID\n  I'm namin' the album The Fall Off\n  It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me\n  Still in this bitch gettin' bigger\n  They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be\n  Love when they argue the hardest MC\n  Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?\n  We the big three like we started a league, but right now\n  I feel like Muhammed Ali\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali\n  The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more\n  Feel like I got a job in IT\n  Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake\n  The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake\n  It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons\n  We got 'em attending a wake\n  Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss\n  Man, this shit like a prison escape\n  Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast\n  And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)\n  When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster\n  The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher\n  The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster\n  Not Russia, but apply pressure\n  To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em\n  With The Boy in the status, a stadium\n  Nigga\n\n  Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—\n  I'm 'bout to—, yeah\n  Yeah\n\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm 'bout to click out on this shit\n  I'm 'bout to click, woah\n  I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene\n  I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam\n  Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen\n  She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned\n  She got a Android, her messages is lime green\n  I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings\n  Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine\n  Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines\n  And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things\n  You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream\n  My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream\n  I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams\n  Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing\n  Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not\n  They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot\n  They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott\n  I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop\n  Girl gave me some head because I need it\n  And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait\n  Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated\n  What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael\n  Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?\n\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?\n  Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it\n"}]