[{"id":10593289,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E‐40\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":39536733,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E‐40","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E‐40\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 228398\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":11778248,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E-40, Damani, OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E-40, Damani, OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":3744082,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E-40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nAnd I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nHours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nSome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nMentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nHe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E-40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n And I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n Hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n Some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n Mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n He split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":14380921,"name":"Stayed Down (Feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie)","trackName":"Stayed Down (Feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie)","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.142041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down (Feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie)\n artist: E-40\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226142\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":10593285,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E‐40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Nigel Damani","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E‐40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Nigel Damani\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":10593290,"name":"Stayed Down","trackName":"Stayed Down","artistName":"E‐40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani, Nigel","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down\n artist: E‐40 feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani, Nigel\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":6133704,"name":"Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)","trackName":"Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nAnd I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nHours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nSome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nMentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nHe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)\n artist: E-40\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n And I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n Hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n Some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n Mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n He split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":16562745,"name":"Stayed Down (feat. Damani, Omb Peezy & Trenchrunner Poodie)","trackName":"Stayed Down (feat. Damani, Omb Peezy & Trenchrunner Poodie)","artistName":"E-40","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down (feat. Damani, Omb Peezy & Trenchrunner Poodie)\n artist: E-40\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"},{"id":11778247,"name":"Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)","trackName":"Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)","artistName":"E-40, Damani, OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie","albumName":"Practice Makes Paper","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nLet me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\nStayed down 'til I came up\nLet me poke my spitter-ittery\nListen here though (Hello)\n\nThe washin' machine wasn't workin' so\nI had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\nMagazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\nI kept a razor blade and a safety pin\nand I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\nAnd a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\nThere's not enough minutes in the\nhours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\nGotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\nDidn't understand it 'til I was older,\nsome of my people is bipolar (Polar)\nPost-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\nI'm a stand up dude with a slave\nmentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\nI'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\nI don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\nCan't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\nWhen my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\nHad a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\nMe and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\nI was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\nTrue story\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nPreach to 'em, Pastor P\nLord\n\nAyy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\nShout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\nBoilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\nCouldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\nMama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\nShe kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\nNow he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\nI swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\nUsed to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\nThey say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\nIf they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\nIt's Peezy\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nWake that game up, little Trench\n\nAy, what it was when we was dead broke?\nCame from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\nMan, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\nDon't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\nHe ridin' 'til the pegs broke\nMe and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\nHe get a mil',\nhe split it with his brother, we used to starve together\nAll black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\nMissin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\nWhoever thought that we'd blow in\nGot to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\nThey tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\nThey ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\nAyy, real shit, we came a long way\nI know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\nI was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\nNow I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\nThis shit for real, nigga\n\nAll I wanted was the money (The money)\nWhat's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\nThey tryna act like they know me (Know me)\nWhere was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\nWay down (Ain't nobody show love)\nStayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stayed Down (feat. OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie & Damani)\n artist: E-40, Damani, OMB Peezy, Trenchrunner Poodie\n album: Practice Makes Paper\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?\n Stayed down 'til I came up\n Let me poke my spitter-ittery\n Listen here though (Hello)\n\n The washin' machine wasn't workin' so\n I had to hand wash my clothes (Clothes)\n Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose\n I kept a razor blade and a safety pin\n and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)\n And a thumper that'll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder\n There's not enough minutes in the\n hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)\n Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep\n Didn't understand it 'til I was older,\n some of my people is bipolar (Polar)\n Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar\n I'm a stand up dude with a slave\n mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)\n I'm thorough, not ignorant, I'm outspoken, but moves militant\n I don't trust nobody, I'm sorry, I tried it once, never will again\n Can't be game goofy, can't be no clown or a Gilligan\n When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent\n Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)\n Me and my baby mama didn't have it good (Where she worked at?)\n I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)\n True story\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Preach to 'em, Pastor P\n Lord\n\n Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?\n Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had\n 15 with a pistol, mama like, \"Where you found that?\"\n Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag\n Couldn't get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at\n Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack\n She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the truck\n Now he got his own room, he ain't just takin' a nap\n I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain't there\n Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain't rare\n They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap\n If they get a chance, they'll take me off the map\n It's Peezy\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Wake that game up, little Trench\n\n Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?\n Came from the projects, I ain't have no choice, we had less hope\n Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks\n Don't play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke\n He ridin' 'til the pegs broke\n Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together\n He get a mil',\n he split it with his brother, we used to starve together\n All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together\n Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever\n Whoever thought that we'd blow in\n Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in\n They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in\n They ain't wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in\n Ayy, real shit, we came a long way\n I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray\n I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day\n Now I'm with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay\n This shit for real, nigga\n\n All I wanted was the money (The money)\n What's on my wrist? That's a Rollie (A Rollie)\n They tryna act like they know me (Know me)\n Where was you at when a nigga was down? (No where)\n Way down (Ain't nobody show love)\n Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)\n Bitch\n"}]