[{"id":28330763,"name":"For The Family","trackName":"For The Family","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout 2 (The Level Up)","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\nThey say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\nGrew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\nScreamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\nBathroom baggin' up for an hour long\nTo play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\nComin' up with baggies and a towel on\nOnly if mama knew the type of shit I was on\nI really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\nYou'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\nYou gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\nDirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\nI had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\nEverything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\nYou get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\nI'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\nGot a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\nBesides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\nThe love overpower the hate\nThe drugs overpower the plate\nI baby blue powdered the Wraith\nGold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\nNever worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\nRoad trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\nAnd if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\nIt's Don\n\nUh I was raised where it's cold at\nThe presidential was plain till game froze that\nOxyContin and Molly I really sold that\nAll black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\nYou seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\nTook a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\nCouldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\nThe 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\nniggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\nI'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\nFloatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\nGivenchy T for the ape rottweiler\nCrown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\nIn the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\nThe shit they be rappin' out be make believe\nOutside pumpin' and it was degrees\nBlunted off an th of green\nBefore the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\nAvirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\nI'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\nMy cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\nBefore Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\nChristian Dior cover my eyelids\nAsk my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\nNothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\nJigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\nLook, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\nShawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\nHard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\nThe feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\nRock chains round here they'll get you for real\nPut that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\nSee I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\nRappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\nYeah I put my pay on Birks\nShit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\nLooked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\nSo I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\nAnd told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\nYou been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\nFuck the streets all I want is State Property\nAnd make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\nAnd don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\nWe don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\nThey gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\nThat Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\nBut enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\nAnd they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\nOh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\nSet of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: For The Family\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summertime Shootout 2 (The Level Up)\n  duration_ms: 138000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\n  They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\n  Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\n  Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\n  Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long\n  To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\n  Comin' up with baggies and a towel on\n  Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on\n  I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\n  You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\n  You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\n  Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\n  I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\n  Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\n  You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\n  I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\n  Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\n  Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\n  The love overpower the hate\n  The drugs overpower the plate\n  I baby blue powdered the Wraith\n  Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\n  Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\n  Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\n  And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\n  It's Don\n\n  Uh I was raised where it's cold at\n  The presidential was plain till game froze that\n  OxyContin and Molly I really sold that\n  All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\n  You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\n  Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\n  Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\n  The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\n  niggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\n  I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\n  Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\n  Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler\n  Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\n  In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\n  The shit they be rappin' out be make believe\n  Outside pumpin' and it was degrees\n  Blunted off an th of green\n  Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\n  Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\n  I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n  ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\n  My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\n  Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\n  Christian Dior cover my eyelids\n  Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\n  Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\n  Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\n  Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\n  Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\n  Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\n  The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\n  Rock chains round here they'll get you for real\n  Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\n  See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\n  Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\n  Yeah I put my pay on Birks\n  Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\n  Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\n  So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\n  And told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\n  You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\n  Fuck the streets all I want is State Property\n  And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\n  And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\n  We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\n  They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\n  That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\n  But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\n  And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\n  Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":12685240,"name":"For The Family","trackName":"For The Family","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout 2","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\nThey say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\nGrew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\nScreamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\nBathroom baggin' up for an hour long\nTo play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\nComin' up with baggies and a towel on\nOnly if mama knew the type of shit I was on\nI really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\nYou'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\nYou gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\nDirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\nI had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\nEverything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\nYou get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\nI'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\nGot a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\nBesides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\nThe love overpower the hate\nThe drugs overpower the plate\nI baby blue powdered the Wraith\nGold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\nNever worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\nRoad trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\nAnd if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\nIt's Don\n\nUh I was raised where it's cold at\nThe presidential was plain till game froze that\nOxyContin and Molly I really sold that\nAll black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\nYou seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\nTook a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\nCouldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\nThe 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\nniggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\nI'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\nFloatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\nGivenchy T for the ape rottweiler\nCrown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\nIn the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\nThe shit they be rappin' out be make believe\nOutside pumpin' and it was degrees\nBlunted off an th of green\nBefore the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\nAvirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\nI'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\nMy cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\nBefore Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\nChristian Dior cover my eyelids\nAsk my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\nNothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\nJigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\nLook, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\nShawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\nHard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\nThe feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\nRock chains round here they'll get you for real\nPut that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\nSee I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\nRappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\nYeah I put my pay on Birks\nShit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\nLooked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\nSo I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\nAnd told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\nYou been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\nFuck the streets all I want is State Property\nAnd make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\nAnd don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\nWe don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\nThey gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\nThat Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\nBut enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\nAnd they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\nOh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\nSet of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: For The Family\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summertime Shootout 2\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\n  They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\n  Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\n  Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\n  Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long\n  To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\n  Comin' up with baggies and a towel on\n  Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on\n  I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\n  You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\n  You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\n  Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\n  I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\n  Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\n  You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\n  I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\n  Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\n  Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\n  The love overpower the hate\n  The drugs overpower the plate\n  I baby blue powdered the Wraith\n  Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\n  Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\n  Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\n  And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\n  It's Don\n\n  Uh I was raised where it's cold at\n  The presidential was plain till game froze that\n  OxyContin and Molly I really sold that\n  All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\n  You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\n  Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\n  Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\n  The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\n  niggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\n  I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\n  Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\n  Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler\n  Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\n  In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\n  The shit they be rappin' out be make believe\n  Outside pumpin' and it was degrees\n  Blunted off an th of green\n  Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\n  Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\n  I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n  ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\n  My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\n  Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\n  Christian Dior cover my eyelids\n  Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\n  Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\n  Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\n  Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\n  Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\n  Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\n  The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\n  Rock chains round here they'll get you for real\n  Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\n  See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\n  Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\n  Yeah I put my pay on Birks\n  Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\n  Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\n  So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\n  And told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\n  You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\n  Fuck the streets all I want is State Property\n  And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\n  And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\n  We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\n  They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\n  That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\n  But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\n  And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\n  Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":35207571,"name":"For The Family","trackName":"For The Family","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout 2","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\nThey say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\nGrew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\nScreamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\nBathroom baggin' up for an hour long\nTo play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\nComin' up with baggies and a towel on\nOnly if mama knew the type of shit I was on\nI really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\nYou'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\nYou gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\nDirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\nI had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\nEverything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\nYou get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\nI'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\nGot a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\nBesides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\nThe love overpower the hate\nThe drugs overpower the plate\nI baby blue powdered the Wraith\nGold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\nNever worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\nRoad trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\nAnd if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\nIt's Don\n\nUh I was raised where it's cold at\nThe presidential was plain till game froze that\nOxyContin and Molly I really sold that\nAll black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\nYou seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\nTook a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\nCouldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\nThe 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\nniggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\nI'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\nFloatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\nGivenchy T for the ape rottweiler\nCrown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\nIn the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\nThe shit they be rappin' out be make believe\nOutside pumpin' and it was degrees\nBlunted off an th of green\nBefore the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\nAvirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\nI'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\nMy cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\nBefore Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\nChristian Dior cover my eyelids\nAsk my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\nNothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\nJigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\nLook, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\nShawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\nHard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\nThe feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\nRock chains round here they'll get you for real\nPut that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\nSee I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\nRappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\nYeah I put my pay on Birks\nShit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\nLooked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\nSo I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\nAnd told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\nYou been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\nFuck the streets all I want is State Property\nAnd make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\nAnd don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\nWe don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\nThey gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\nThat Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\nBut enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\nAnd they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\nOh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\nSet of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: For The Family\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summertime Shootout 2\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\n  They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\n  Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\n  Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\n  Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long\n  To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\n  Comin' up with baggies and a towel on\n  Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on\n  I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\n  You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\n  You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\n  Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\n  I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\n  Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\n  You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\n  I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\n  Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\n  Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\n  The love overpower the hate\n  The drugs overpower the plate\n  I baby blue powdered the Wraith\n  Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\n  Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\n  Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\n  And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\n  It's Don\n\n  Uh I was raised where it's cold at\n  The presidential was plain till game froze that\n  OxyContin and Molly I really sold that\n  All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\n  You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\n  Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\n  Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\n  The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\n  niggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\n  I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\n  Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\n  Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler\n  Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\n  In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\n  The shit they be rappin' out be make believe\n  Outside pumpin' and it was degrees\n  Blunted off an th of green\n  Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\n  Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\n  I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n  ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\n  My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\n  Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\n  Christian Dior cover my eyelids\n  Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\n  Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\n  Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\n  Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\n  Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\n  Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\n  The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\n  Rock chains round here they'll get you for real\n  Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\n  See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\n  Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\n  Yeah I put my pay on Birks\n  Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\n  Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\n  So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\n  And told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\n  You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\n  Fuck the streets all I want is State Property\n  And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\n  And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\n  We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\n  They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\n  That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\n  But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\n  And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\n  Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":35803940,"name":"For the Family","trackName":"For the Family","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout, Vol. 2","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\nThey say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\nGrew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\nScreamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\nBathroom baggin' up for an hour long\nTo play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\nComin' up with baggies and a towel on\nOnly if mama knew the type of shit I was on\nI really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\nYou'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\nYou gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\nDirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\nI had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\nEverything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\nYou get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\nI'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\nGot a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\nBesides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\nThe love overpower the hate\nThe drugs overpower the plate\nI baby blue powdered the Wraith\nGold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\nNever worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\nRoad trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\nAnd if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\nIt's Don\n\nUh I was raised where it's cold at\nThe presidential was plain till game froze that\nOxyContin and Molly I really sold that\nAll black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\nYou seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\nTook a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\nCouldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\nThe 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\nniggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\nI'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\nFloatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\nGivenchy T for the ape rottweiler\nCrown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\nIn the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\nThe shit they be rappin' out be make believe\nOutside pumpin' and it was degrees\nBlunted off an th of green\nBefore the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\nAvirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\nI'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\nMy cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\nBefore Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\nChristian Dior cover my eyelids\nAsk my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\nNothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\nJigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\nLook, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\nShawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\nHard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\nThe feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\nRock chains round here they'll get you for real\nPut that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\nSee I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\nRappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\nYeah I put my pay on Birks\nShit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\nLooked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\nSo I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\nAnd told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\nYou been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\nFuck the streets all I want is State Property\nAnd make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\nAnd don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\nWe don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\nThey gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\nThat Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\nBut enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\nAnd they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\nOh you mad? 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Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":39039749,"name":"For The Family","trackName":"For The Family","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\nThey say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\nGrew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\nScreamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\nBathroom baggin' up for an hour long\nTo play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\nComin' up with baggies and a towel on\nOnly if mama knew the type of shit I was on\nI really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\nYou'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\nYou gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\nDirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\nI had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\nEverything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\nYou get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\nI'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\nGot a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\nBesides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\nThe love overpower the hate\nThe drugs overpower the plate\nI baby blue powdered the Wraith\nGold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\nNever worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\nRoad trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\nAnd if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\nIt's Don\n\nUh I was raised where it's cold at\nThe presidential was plain till game froze that\nOxyContin and Molly I really sold that\nAll black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\nYou seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\nTook a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\nCouldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\nThe 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\nniggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\nI'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\nFloatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\nGivenchy T for the ape rottweiler\nCrown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\nIn the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\nThe shit they be rappin' out be make believe\nOutside pumpin' and it was degrees\nBlunted off an th of green\nBefore the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\nAvirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\nI'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\nMy cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\nBefore Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\nChristian Dior cover my eyelids\nAsk my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\nNothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\nJigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\nLook, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\nShawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\nHard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\nThe feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\nRock chains round here they'll get you for real\nPut that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\nSee I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\nRappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\nYeah I put my pay on Birks\nShit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\nLooked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\nSo I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\nAnd told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\nYou been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\nFuck the streets all I want is State Property\nAnd make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\nAnd don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\nWe don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\nThey gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\nThat Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\nBut enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\nAnd they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\nOh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\nSet of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: For The Family\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summertime Shootout\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\n  They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\n  Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\n  Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\n  Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long\n  To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\n  Comin' up with baggies and a towel on\n  Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on\n  I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\n  You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\n  You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\n  Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\n  I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\n  Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\n  You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\n  I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\n  Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\n  Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\n  The love overpower the hate\n  The drugs overpower the plate\n  I baby blue powdered the Wraith\n  Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\n  Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\n  Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\n  And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\n  It's Don\n\n  Uh I was raised where it's cold at\n  The presidential was plain till game froze that\n  OxyContin and Molly I really sold that\n  All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\n  You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\n  Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\n  Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\n  The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\n  niggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\n  I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\n  Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\n  Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler\n  Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\n  In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\n  The shit they be rappin' out be make believe\n  Outside pumpin' and it was degrees\n  Blunted off an th of green\n  Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\n  Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\n  I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n  ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\n  My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\n  Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\n  Christian Dior cover my eyelids\n  Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\n  Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\n  Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\n  Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\n  Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\n  Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\n  The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\n  Rock chains round here they'll get you for real\n  Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\n  See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\n  Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\n  Yeah I put my pay on Birks\n  Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\n  Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\n  So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\n  And told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\n  You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\n  Fuck the streets all I want is State Property\n  And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\n  And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\n  We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\n  They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\n  That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\n  But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\n  And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\n  Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":10306515,"name":"For The Family (Feat. Dave East & Don Q) [Prod. By Sonaro]","trackName":"For The Family (Feat. Dave East & Don Q) [Prod. 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Know I had the Cam on 'em\nSet of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: For The Family (Feat. Dave East & Don Q) [Prod. By Sonaro]\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summer Time Shootout 2\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some niggas call shots, some call the feds\n  They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge\n  Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed\n  Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread\n  Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long\n  To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on\n  Comin' up with baggies and a towel on\n  Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on\n  I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers\n  You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers\n  You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots\n  Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks\n  I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch\n  Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop\n  You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions\n  I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin'\n  Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin'\n  Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin'\n  The love overpower the hate\n  The drugs overpower the plate\n  I baby blue powdered the Wraith\n  Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face\n  Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state\n  Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe\n  And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate\n  It's Don\n\n  Uh I was raised where it's cold at\n  The presidential was plain till game froze that\n  OxyContin and Molly I really sold that\n  All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks\n  You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at\n  Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack\n  Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that\n  The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that\n  niggas crowdin' my section like \"where the hoes at?\"\n  I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper\n  Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker\n  Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler\n  Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars\n  In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album\n  The shit they be rappin' out be make believe\n  Outside pumpin' and it was degrees\n  Blunted off an th of green\n  Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean\n  Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee\n  I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie\n  ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green\n  My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys\n  Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream\n  Christian Dior cover my eyelids\n  Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge\n  Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge\n  Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?\n\n  Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway\n  Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK\n  Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs\n  The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ\n  Rock chains round here they'll get you for real\n  Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil\n  See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies\n  Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie\n  Yeah I put my pay on Birks\n  Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first\n  Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work\n  So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert\n  And told her \"hold it down and I just might bae you\"\n  You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples\n  Fuck the streets all I want is State Property\n  And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly\n  And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones\n  We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos\n  They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak\n  That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke\n  But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em\n  And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em\n  Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em\n  Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em\n  Yeah\n"}]