[{"id":9474403,"name":"Red Zone","trackName":"Red Zone","artistName":"EST Gee","albumName":"I Still Dont Feel Nun","duration":141.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Got myself a wolf\nCan't believe I did it\nThat is insane\nNot many people killed wolves this year\n\nI rarely make somethin' less than a brick play\nActive in my beef, the reason I ain't drop my mixtape\n(FOREVEROLLING)\nMy lil' brother wake up every day and let his blick spray\nSend a Jay to scope out niggas place, that's a trick play\nCan't believe you ran and let your mans get hit in his face\nStarted off a Crip, wait, how he end up Blood?\nHe kept claiming bodies knowing he ain't shoot his gun\nEST name good, I got a snake in evеry hood\nLouisville ain't the country, it's the wish-a-nigga woods\nTakе it back to we was young, stuffin' reggie in this 'Wood\nBefore they knew my name, they heard the rumors, I'm a plug\nBefore I made us gang, they still stepped in the name of love\nShe know I'm rich and young, grab her hair\nPoke out her tongue, I'm finna cum\nLook what God made me become\nFlip the switch, this clip a drum, it's impossible\n\nThrough the red zone\nYou don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\nHundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\nMy whole life I never met one nigga I'd tell on\nRap don't work, I'm back to wrappin' work, tryna get that mail gone\nServin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\nLurkin' through the red zone, we perfect through the red zone\nSurfin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\n\nIf you sit back think a lot of shit you say don't add up\nNiggas wanted features really, I think that's what they mad for\nOutside wit' them yeekis, told lil' bro don't lift his mask up\nI can get you slimed out in your hood, I got my bag up\nSpiritual link with killers, I get them feelings and they go smash somethin'\nI ain't givin' deals no more, for real, I'm tryna tax somethin'\nI refresh my Insta', see dead niggas that y'all done gassed up\nThe general of the generals, they know big bro gon' get that cash up\nDesperate for a body, he ain't had a drop he passed up\nMexican tatted bodies, make y'all thotties come harass us\nAin't too many 'round me, but my circle all got bodies\nRed zone 'til my head gone, pussy, you don't like it, do somethin' about it\n\nThrough the red zone\nYou don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\nHundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\nMy whole life I never met one nigga I'll tell on","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] Got myself a wolf\n[00:02.49] Can't believe I did it\n[00:03.48] That is insane\n[00:04.39] Not many people killed wolves this year\n[00:06.34] I rarely make somethin' less than a brick play\n[00:09.20] Active in my beef, the reason I ain't drop my mixtape\n[00:11.42] (FOREVEROLLING)\n[00:12.89] My lil' brother wake up every day and let his blick spray\n[00:15.41] Send a Jay to scope out niggas place, that's a trick play\n[00:18.52] Can't believe you ran and let your mans get hit in his face\n[00:21.70] Started off a Crip, wait, how he end up Blood?\n[00:25.04] He kept claiming bodies knowing he ain't shoot his gun\n[00:28.86] EST name good, I got a snake in evеry hood\n[00:32.70] Louisville ain't the country, it's the wish-a-nigga woods\n[00:36.22] Takе it back to we was young, stuffin' reggie in this 'Wood\n[00:39.52] Before they knew my name, they heard the rumors, I'm a plug\n[00:42.85] Before I made us gang, they still stepped in the name of love\n[00:46.52] She know I'm rich and young, grab her hair\n[00:47.97] Poke out her tongue, I'm finna cum\n[00:50.80] Look what God made me become\n[00:52.89] Flip the switch, this clip a drum, it's impossible\n[00:54.86] Through the red zone\n[00:57.09] You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\n[00:59.49] Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\n[01:04.05] My whole life I never met one nigga I'd tell on\n[01:06.75] Rap don't work, I'm back to wrappin' work, tryna get that mail gone\n[01:09.95] Servin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\n[01:13.74] Lurkin' through the red zone, we perfect through the red zone\n[01:16.84] Surfin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\n[01:20.29] If you sit back think a lot of shit you say don't add up\n[01:25.34] Niggas wanted features really, I think that's what they mad for\n[01:28.41] Outside wit' them yeekis, told lil' bro don't lift his mask up\n[01:31.37] I can get you slimed out in your hood, I got my bag up\n[01:34.82] Spiritual link with killers, I get them feelings and they go smash somethin'\n[01:38.33] I ain't givin' deals no more, for real, I'm tryna tax somethin'\n[01:42.15] I refresh my Insta', see dead niggas that y'all done gassed up\n[01:45.17] The general of the generals, they know big bro gon' get that cash up\n[01:49.27] Desperate for a body, he ain't had a drop he passed up\n[01:52.10] Mexican tatted bodies, make y'all thotties come harass us\n[01:55.29] Ain't too many 'round me, but my circle all got bodies\n[01:58.53] Red zone 'til my head gone, pussy, you don't like it, do somethin' about it\n[02:02.22] Through the red zone\n[02:05.08] You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\n[02:08.58] Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\n[02:11.41] My whole life I never met one nigga I'll tell on\n[02:14.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Zone\n  artist: EST Gee\n  album: I Still Dont Feel Nun\n  duration_ms: 141000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Got myself a wolf\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Can't believe I did it\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3480\n- text: That is insane\n  start_ms: 3480\n  end_ms: 4390\n- text: Not many people killed wolves this year\n  start_ms: 4390\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I rarely make somethin' less than a brick play\n  start_ms: 6340\n  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what God made me become\n  Flip the switch, this clip a drum, it's impossible\n\n  Through the red zone\n  You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\n  Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\n  My whole life I never met one nigga I'd tell on\n  Rap don't work, I'm back to wrappin' work, tryna get that mail gone\n  Servin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\n  Lurkin' through the red zone, we perfect through the red zone\n  Surfin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone\n\n  If you sit back think a lot of shit you say don't add up\n  Niggas wanted features really, I think that's what they mad for\n  Outside wit' them yeekis, told lil' bro don't lift his mask up\n  I can get you slimed out in your hood, I got my bag up\n  Spiritual link with killers, I get them feelings and they go smash somethin'\n  I ain't givin' deals no more, for real, I'm tryna tax somethin'\n  I refresh my Insta', see dead niggas that y'all done gassed up\n  The general of the generals, they know big bro gon' get that cash up\n  Desperate for a body, he ain't had a drop he passed up\n  Mexican tatted bodies, make y'all thotties come harass us\n  Ain't too many 'round me, but my circle all got bodies\n  Red zone 'til my head gone, pussy, you don't like it, do somethin' about it\n\n  Through the red zone\n  You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone\n  Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home\n  My whole life I never met one nigga I'll tell on\n"}]