[{"id":6691543,"name":"Young OG II","trackName":"Young OG II","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Young OG Project","duration":364.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"- Abir Haronni:]\nTroubled tears, they'll land you there\nOpen your eyes it's all a disguise\nThe fear that you feel, is not real, not real\nThe fear that you feel, is not real, no\nSimilar sky, similar ties\nBut I know all about you, I do\n\nLook, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nThere's levels to this shit, it's different categories\nCan't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\nThey ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\nTalkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\nOnly feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Young OG Project\n  duration_ms: 364000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '- Abir Haronni:]'\n  start_ms: 950\n  end_ms: 1850\n- text: Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  start_ms: 1850\n  end_ms: 8170\n- text: Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  start_ms: 8170\n  end_ms: 11720\n- text: The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  start_ms: 11720\n  end_ms: 15310\n- text: The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  start_ms: 15310\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: Similar sky, similar ties\n  start_ms: 26110\n  end_ms: 30740\n- text: But I know 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Abir Haronni:]\n  Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  Similar sky, similar ties\n  But I know all about you, I do\n\n  Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n  Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n  They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n  Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n  Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n  Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n  That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n  And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n  Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\n  My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n  I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n  One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n  I test him all the time and I never warn him\n  I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n  Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n  We talk guap missions, cops prison\n  I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n  Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n  Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n  Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n  Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n  Still, scared that you could get killed\n  That fear that you feel, was that real\n  But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n  So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n  I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n  I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n  How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n  How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n  Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n  I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n  I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n  Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n  Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n  So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n  Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n  Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n  Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n  Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n  You made so strong, you made this whole song\n  You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n"},{"id":20858579,"name":"Young OG II","trackName":"Young OG II","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Young OG Project","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"- Abir Haronni:]\nTroubled tears, they'll land you there\nOpen your eyes it's all a disguise\nThe fear that you feel, is not real, not real\nThe fear that you feel, is not real, no\nSimilar sky, similar ties\nBut I know all about you, I do\n\nLook, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nThere's levels to this shit, it's different categories\nCan't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\nThey ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\nTalkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\nOnly feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II (feat. 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Abir Haronni:]\n  Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  Similar sky, similar ties\n  But I know all about you, I do\n\n  Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n  Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n  They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n  Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n  Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n  Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n  That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n  And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n  Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\n  My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n  I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n  One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n  I test him all the time and I never warn him\n  I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n  Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n  We talk guap missions, cops prison\n  I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n  Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n  Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n  Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n  Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n  Still, scared that you could get killed\n  That fear that you feel, was that real\n  But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n  So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n  I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n  I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n  How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n  How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n  Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n  I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n  I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n  Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n  Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n  So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n  Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n  Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n  Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n  Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n  You made so strong, you made this whole song\n  You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n"},{"id":10118231,"name":"Young OG II","trackName":"Young OG II","artistName":"Fabolous feat. 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II\n  artist: Fabolous feat. 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II (feat. 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II (Ft. 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Abir Haronni:]\n  Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  Similar sky, similar ties\n  But I know all about you, I do\n\n  Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n  Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n  They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n  Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n  Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II Ft. 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Abir Haronni:]\n  Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  Similar sky, similar ties\n  But I know all about you, I do\n\n  Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n  Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n  They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n  Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n  Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n  Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n  That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n  And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n  Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\n  My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n  I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n  One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n  I test him all the time and I never warn him\n  I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n  Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n  We talk guap missions, cops prison\n  I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n  Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n  Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n  Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n  Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n  Still, scared that you could get killed\n  That fear that you feel, was that real\n  But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n  So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n  I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n  I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n  How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n  How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n  Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n  I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n  I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n  Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n  Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n  So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n  Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n  Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n  Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n  Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n  You made so strong, you made this whole song\n  You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n"},{"id":6184262,"name":"Young OG II","trackName":"Young OG II","artistName":"Fabolous feat. 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II\n  artist: Fabolous feat. 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\nThat is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\nLil dumb motherfuckers\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG - Fabolous\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Soul Tape 3\n  duration_ms: 197763\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\n  Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\n  The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\n  Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\n  They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\n  And talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\n  Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\n  That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\n  Lil dumb motherfuckers\"\n"},{"id":23244781,"name":"Young OG II (feat. Abir Haronni)","trackName":"Young OG II (feat. 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Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\nRunning round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\nThat's why they call me \"Young OG\"\nAnd I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why\nBroke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\nMy son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\nI put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\nOne day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\nI test him all the time and I never warn him\nI pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\nPops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\nWe talk guap missions, cops prison\nI help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\nCould learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\nNot with that mentality, that something gotta give\nCause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\nNah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\nStill, scared that you could get killed\nThat fear that you feel, was that real\nBut I'm there like, I will not get killed\nSo that fear that I feel, is not real boy\nI'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\nI wanna show him stuff, how to do things\nHow to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\nHow to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\nGotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\nI don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\nI know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\nPoppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\nShoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\nSo now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\nThem kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\nTurn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\nDid a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\nBefore it does down, I make sure that my son set\nYou made so strong, you made this whole song\nYou made me Young OG, love you Johan","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] - Abir Haronni:]\n[00:01.85] Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n[00:08.17] Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n[00:11.72] The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n[00:15.31] The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n[00:26.11] Similar sky, similar ties\n[00:30.74] But I know all about you, I do\n[00:38.86] Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:42.42] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:46.02] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n[00:49.63] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:52.41] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:56.07] There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n[00:59.62] Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n[01:02.33] They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n[01:05.94] Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[01:08.68] Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n[01:11.35] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:15.00] Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n[01:18.55] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:21.40] Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n[01:24.97] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n[01:29.48] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:31.28] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n[01:34.80] Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:37.53] I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n[01:41.27] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n[01:43.96] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:47.56] See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n[01:50.21] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:53.94] But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:57.52] Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n[02:00.27] Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n[02:03.81] That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n[02:07.45] And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[02:09.28] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[02:12.93] She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n[02:16.59] And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n[02:20.15] Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n[03:01.86] My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n[03:05.41] I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n[03:08.18] One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n[03:11.77] I test him all the time and I never warn him\n[03:15.49] I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n[03:18.11] Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n[03:21.70] We talk guap missions, cops prison\n[03:24.42] I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n[03:28.09] Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n[03:30.76] Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n[03:34.42] Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n[03:37.13] Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n[03:40.75] Still, scared that you could get killed\n[03:44.30] That fear that you feel, was that real\n[03:47.91] But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n[03:51.64] So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n[03:54.30] I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n[03:57.94] I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n[04:01.52] How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n[04:04.37] How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n[04:07.01] Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n[04:10.63] I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n[04:14.22] I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n[04:16.94] Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n[04:20.51] Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n[04:24.24] So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n[04:26.98] Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n[04:29.60] Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n[04:32.38] Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n[04:35.99] Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n[04:39.55] You made so strong, you made this whole song\n[04:42.24] You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n[04:49.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young OG II (feat. 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Abir Haronni:]\n  Troubled tears, they'll land you there\n  Open your eyes it's all a disguise\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, not real\n  The fear that you feel, is not real, no\n  Similar sky, similar ties\n  But I know all about you, I do\n\n  Look, the saddest story comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scattered shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  There's levels to this shit, it's different categories\n  Can't be like them niggas out here, looking fat and gordie\n  They ain't never won no rings, but be mad at Horry\n  Talkin bout, \"Man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like \"I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\"\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettins' good, after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb\n  Only feelings for this bitch, you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew some niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon' give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon' be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Gettin to it, goin' through and gettin' through it\n  Running round killin' shit and tellin' cops, \"I didn't do it\"\n  That's why they call me \"Young OG\"\n  And I'm a spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin' in my city but my lungs OT, yeah\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why\n  Broke niggas talkin', cause it's free wifi\n\n  My son gon' be a king, I tell him every morning\n  I put my chain on his neck, right now it's heavy on him\n  One day it'll all be his, so I'm forever on him\n  I test him all the time and I never warn him\n  I pop quiz him like stop listenin' and drop wiz em\n  Pops vision the bottoms crowded, the top isn't\n  We talk guap missions, cops prison\n  I help him see it clearly, I'm his life optician\n  Could learn from my experience but youngin' gotta live\n  Not with that mentality, that something gotta give\n  Cause that how we grew up, probably should of picked for boogers\n  Nah we was on them streets, juggin for that mugger\n  Still, scared that you could get killed\n  That fear that you feel, was that real\n  But I'm there like, I will not get killed\n  So that fear that I feel, is not real boy\n  I'm a true King, tryna raise a new king\n  I wanna show him stuff, how to do things\n  How to ride a bike, how to tie shoe strings\n  How to be a man, how to treat his boo thing\n  Gotta have a OG, to give you that \"Go 'head\"\n  I don't blame you niggas, I blame your old head\n  I know all about that, my poppa wasn't down\n  Poppa used to come through, Poppa doesn't now\n  Shoulda' protected me, but Poppa wasn't round\n  So now I got this 9, that pop-a-dozen round\n  Them kids grow up quick, usually grow you up too\n  Turn you to a big dog, that's what having pups do\n  Did a lot, but I know I ain't done yet\n  Before it does down, I make sure that my son set\n  You made so strong, you made this whole song\n  You made me Young OG, love you Johan\n"},{"id":23968443,"name":"Young OG","trackName":"Young OG","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\nTell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\nThe saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nIt's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\nCan't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\nThey ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\nAnd talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\nOnly feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\nThat is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\nLil dumb motherfuckers\"\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.33] Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\n[00:19.93] Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n[00:25.95] The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\n[00:29.56] Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n[00:32.47] Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\n[00:36.03] No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n[00:39.23] I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n[00:42.19] It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\n[00:45.37] Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\n[00:48.92] They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\n[00:52.12] And talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n[00:55.07] Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\n[00:58.59] We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n[01:01.72] Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\n[01:05.16] My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n[01:08.19] Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\n[01:11.85] That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\n[01:14.84] I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n[01:17.92] All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\n[01:21.11] Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\n[01:24.59] I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\n[01:27.96] Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\n[01:31.15] I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n[01:33.99] See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\n[01:37.54] I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n[01:40.83] But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n[01:43.78] Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n[01:47.11] Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n[01:50.50] That's why they call me Young OG\n[01:53.03] And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[01:56.22] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[01:59.42] She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n[02:03.45] And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n[02:06.74] Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n[02:10.92] \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n[02:17.62] You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n[02:23.44] I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n[02:27.57] When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n[02:33.76] You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n[02:39.03] It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n[02:45.76] Now what are the guns? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n[01:47.11] Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n[01:50.50] That's why they call me Young OG\n[01:53.03] And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n[01:56.22] I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n[01:59.42] She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n[02:03.45] And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n[02:06.74] Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n[02:10.92] \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n[02:17.62] You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n[02:23.44] I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n[02:27.57] When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n[02:33.76] You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n[02:39.03] It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n[02:45.76] Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n[02:50.20] It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n[02:56.99] What's the butter? 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Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\n  That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\n  Lil dumb motherfuckers\"\n"},{"id":38617516,"name":"Young Og","trackName":"Young Og","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 3","duration":111.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\nTell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\nThe saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nIt's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\nCan't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\nThey ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\nAnd talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\nOnly feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\nThat is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\nLil dumb motherfuckers\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Og\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Soul Tape 3\n  duration_ms: 111000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\n  Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\n  The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\n  Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\n  They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\n  And talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\n  Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\n  That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\n  Lil dumb motherfuckers\"\n"},{"id":38617487,"name":"Young Og","trackName":"Young Og","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 3","duration":1.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\nTell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\nThe saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nIt's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\nCan't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\nThey ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\nAnd talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\nOnly feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\nThat is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\nLil dumb motherfuckers\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Og\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Soul Tape 3\n  duration_ms: 1000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\n  Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\n  The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\n  Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\n  They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\n  And talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\n  Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\n  That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\n  Lil dumb motherfuckers\"\n"},{"id":38617495,"name":"Young Og","trackName":"Young Og","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 3","duration":26.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\nTell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\nThe saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\nHad the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\nNow they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\nNo respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\nI'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\nIt's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\nCan't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\nThey ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\nAnd talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\nLike I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\nWe started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\nGet it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\nMy ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\nCoulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\nThat's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\nI love getting brain, that never made me dumb\nAll that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\nOnly feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\nI knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\nDrink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\nI know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\nSee the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\nI learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\nBut hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\nWhere I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\nRunning round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\nThat's why they call me Young OG\nAnd Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\nI flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\nShe got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\nAnd fuck them niggas online, reply why?\nBroke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n\"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\nYou think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\nI see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\nWhen you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\nYou gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\nIt's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\nNow what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\nIt's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\nWhat's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\nThat is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\nLil dumb motherfuckers\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Og\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Soul Tape 3\n  duration_ms: 26000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me\n  Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah\n\n  The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory\n  Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties\n  Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties\n  No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey\n  I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me\n  It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea)\n  Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory\n  They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry\n  And talkin' 'bout, \"man that nigga don't deserve that shit\"\n  Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit\n  We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit\n  Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit\n  My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit\n  Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!)\n  That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word)\n  I love getting brain, that never made me dumb\n  All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea)\n  Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some\n  I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me)\n  Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me)\n  I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit\n  See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit\n  I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it\n  But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it\n  Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it\n  Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice)\n  That's why they call me Young OG\n  And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD\n  I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG\n  She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT\n  And fuck them niggas online, reply why?\n  Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh\n\n  \"I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas?\n  You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit\n  I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good\n  When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it\n  You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter\n  It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter\n  Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing\n  It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value\n  What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it\n  That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby!\n  Lil dumb motherfuckers\"\n"},{"id":4867845,"name":"All Good","trackName":"All Good","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Young OG Project","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"\"Yeah, this album is dedicated, to all the teachers who told me\nI'd never amount to nothing\nFor all the people who lived above the buildings\nThat I was hustling from, that called the police on me\nIt's all good, baby baby\nCause I went from the negative to the positive\nAnd it's all\"\n\nGood times like J.J. and them\nIt was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them\nIt was Goodfellas like Harry and them\nBut nowadays good girls, there's not too many of them\nSo if you a good girl, let me see your hands\nLet these niggas know, every chance that you can\nIf you got that good good\nShorty, please raise your hand\nYou know its all good, you just need a good man\nIf you smokin' good-good, nigga pass it to your man\nCause when you at your lowest gettin' higher is the plan\nGot somethin' in my cup, feel good to be the man\nAnd if its good money, tell em' to put it in my hand\n\nTalking good dudes, good vibes and some good food\nSmokin' good with a playlist full of good grooves\nYou know the shit you like to hear, like good news\nA couple Megan Goods came through, made the hood move\nAnd slow motion for me, she be frontin' like\nWhy all this commotion for me\nThey talk about her shit, like they doing promotion for it\nBut she single, cause they never show devotion for it\nShe ain't never act too good for a nigga\nBut she losing faith, she don't see no good in these niggas\nShe like why I get treated bad, but be good to a nigga\nYou do bad, you lose, too bad, good for you nigga\n\nGood times like J.J. and them\nIt was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them\nIt was Goodfellas like Harry and them\nBut nowadays good girls, there's not too many of them\nSo if you a good girl, let me see your hands\nLet these niggas know, every chance that you can\nIf you got that good good\nShorty, please raise your hand\nYou know its all good, you just need a good man\nIf you smokin' good-good, nigga pass it to your man\nCause when you at your lowest gettin' higher is the plan\nGot somethin' in my cup, feel good to be the man\nAnd if its good money, tell em' to put it in my hand\n\nShe went Cee-lo with my Goodie Mob\nYellin' that I fall better, life is a gamble\nI was good luck for the betters\nTake a risk nigga, you gotta shoot to miss nigga\nTime is golden, like that Rollie on your wrist nigga\nI hate when they gets figures, then disfigured\nAnd when niggas get salty and thinking that shits sugar\nThat's why good goes bad\nThat's when niggas who just came home, could go back\nSo let's keep the vibe right, keep the energy good\nThem boys would sit you down player, like a injury would\nThen my niggas fuck with me, before the Industry would\nRiding till the wheels fall off and the engine no good","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.81]Yeah\n[00:01.92]This album is dedicated to all the teachers\n[00:04.32]That told me I'd never amount to nothing\n[00:06.10]To all the people that lived above the buildings that\n[00:08.39]I was hustling in front of that called the police on me\n[00:11.76]It's all good, baby, baby\n[00:17.96]'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all\n[00:24.44]Good times like JJ and them\n[00:26.61]It was good music like Kanye and them\n[00:29.67]It was Goodfellas like Henry and them\n[00:32.31]But nowadays good girls ain't too many of them\n[00:35.32]So if you a good girl, let me see your hands\n[00:38.74]Let these niggas know every chance that you can\n[00:41.44]If you got that good good, shorty, please raise your hand\n[00:44.41]She know it's all good, she just need a good man\n[00:47.35]If you smoking good good, nigga, pass it to your man\n[00:50.38]'Cause when you at your lowest, getting higher is the plan\n[00:53.13]Got something in my cup, feel good to be the man\n[00:56.36]And if it's good money, tell 'em put it in my hand\n[00:58.95]I'm talking good dudes, good vibes and some good food\n[01:02.89]Smoking good with a playlist full of good grooves\n[01:05.62]You know the shit you like to hear like good news\n[01:08.57]A couple Megan Good's came through, made the hood move\n[01:12.97]It's slow motion for me\n[01:14.65]She be fronting like wild, it's commotion for me\n[01:17.36]They talk about her shit like they do promotion for it\n[01:20.41]But she single 'cause they never showed devotion for it\n[01:23.47]She ain't never act too good for a nigga\n[01:25.63]But she losing faith, she don't see no good in these niggas\n[01:28.60]She like why get treated bad but be good to a nigga?\n[01:31.57]You do bad, you lose, too bad, good for you, nigga\n[01:34.55]It was good times like JJ and them\n[01:37.62]It was good music like Kanye and them\n[01:40.50]It was Goodfellas like Henry and them\n[01:43.25]But nowadays good girls ain't too many of them\n[01:46.31]So if you a good girl, let me see your hands\n[01:49.67]Let these niggas know every chance that you can\n[01:52.31]If you got that good good, shorty, please raise your hand\n[01:55.36]She know it's all good, she just need a good man\n[01:58.28]If you smoking good good, nigga, pass it to your man\n[02:01.29]'Cause when you at your lowest, getting higher is the plan\n[02:04.17]Got something in my cup, feel good to be the man\n[02:07.20]And if it's good money, tell 'em put it in my hand\n[02:10.03]Shooting CeeLo with my Goodie Mob\n[02:11.92]Yelling out, \"I fought better\"\n[02:13.71]Life's a gamble, I wish good luck for the betters\n[02:16.69]Take a risk, nigga, you gotta shoot to miss, nigga\n[02:19.60]Time is golden like that Rollie on your wrist, nigga\n[02:22.85]I hate when they gets figures then diss niggas\n[02:25.55]And when niggas be salty thinking that shit sugar\n[02:29.25]That's when good goes 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act when you ain't up will tell a lot about a bitch\n  Cause eagles don't fly with pigeons, their way higher\n  All wings flab but you gotta stay higher\n  Niggas broke as a joke, sitting laughin' together\n  I started cheesin' after I turned my craft into chedder\n  I ran from the worst, chasing after the better\n  Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her\n  So what you have-nots know about having not?\n  Love for a hter only thing I haven't got\n\n  You know I get around baby, that's just how the life be\n  I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey\n  And I ain't spent a month at home, still be in my comfort zone\n  Fuck asking for a seat, you gotta come for thrones\n  Kings don't speak English we speak Kinglish\n  I scoop a bitch from Queensbridge, she coming back a Queen bitch\n  Think big and Kim, not think bigger than them\n  Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gym\n  Never stressed of lil' things, like a hater\n  That's something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter\n  Live from the 718\n  It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late\n  You see I big up the flows, everyword is capital\n  I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capital\n  I'm the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin' to\n  You the name that usually comes behind, \"word what happened to\"\n  Hah, y'all old washed niggas\n  Was the man now your all no washed nigga\n  That's why I'm on one like old Goerge Wash nigga\n  If t's one they gotta chse it like John Walsh nigga\n  I'm gone\n\n  If you [?] that you not getting somebody's [?]\n  Them say ooh God bless no man never curse\n  Them say love yourself or you can't love no one at all\n  If you ain't a hater, put your hands in the air right now\n\n  Represent, represent\n  Came through in '98, and I've been reppin' since\n  These cats ain't real, just found out they leapard print\n  Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints\n  Well, I can smell a hate on your breath\n  And I'm all out of tic tacs\n  All I got is clic clac\n  Put it to your mouth just like Cutti did to Anthony\n  I tried to a friend mother fucker, you under handed me\n  Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me\n  Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me\n  Saying your name could do more for you than it can for me\n  You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy\n  You don't have a penny till your name anfernee\n  Don't ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me\n  We don't base, we throw niggas in the truck for real\n  Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil\n  Champagne every night, I done drunk a mil\n  Yeah, now that's money wasted\n  But now it's kinda hard for me to buy Ace\n  'Specially when I just seen Hov buy Ace\n  Moves, time to make moves\n  No more jab steps, those is fake moves\n  Gotta make it happen, no time for what may work\n  My plan B's another way to make my plan A work\n  I dot the job myself and I'm still boss\n  You was in a win-win and you still lost\n  From young OG to young o genius\n  This is vintage shit, I don't think you young hoes seen this\n  I funeral shit, y'all shoulda brung more Kleenex\n  Even my junior ballin, yeah my sun so phoenix\n  Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus\n  Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga\n  I tossed pies, flung those pizzas\n  My lady a art, call her a young Mo Lisa\n"},{"id":4869547,"name":"Bish Bounce","trackName":"Bish Bounce","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Young OG Project","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let these niggas know your worth\nAin't no discounts\nThey ain't got it better get it\nTell a bitch bounce\nAll dimes see a nine point that bitch out\nShe get ejected and corrected like a miscount\nBitch bounce\nHad to tell a bitch bounce\nVinyls on the track and that bitch bounce\n\nYou should make more moves\nAnd make less 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ain't go to say that i flip check my biceps\nIn your bitch mouth like I'm gossip\nThat boy be so fresh to death burry me in my closet\nDon't make excuse make deposit\nAin't even suppose to be here boy i come from the projects\nShawty just fuck with my progress\nI swear i came here with nothing\nAll this shit is profit\nShould look at me like a prophet\nAnd when these niggas throw subs\nIt just confirm my gangsta\nScared to say my name now ain't cha\nNo disrespect we just on different sides of the wave\nI'm providing the wave you just riding the wave, bounce!\n\nLet these niggas know your worth\nAin't no discounts\nThey ain't got it better get it\nTell a bitch bounce\nAll dimes see a nine point that bitch out\nShe get ejected and corrected like a miscount\nBitch bounce\nHad to tell a bitch bounce\nVinyls on the track and that bitch bounce","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] Let these niggas know your worth\n[00:01.87] Ain't no discounts\n[00:02.90] They ain't got it better get it\n[00:04.53] 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strangler\n[00:55.09] I ball\n[00:56.63] Im ballin my nigga\n[00:58.37] Ball on these bitches\n[00:59.46] Thats word to scott digga\n[01:00.95] Gimme my shot and I'm squeezing my trigga\n[01:03.63] My homies bust two and thats word to raw digga\n[01:06.15] Let these niggas know your worth\n[01:08.34] Ain't no discounts\n[01:09.71] They ain't got it better get it\n[01:10.96] Tell a bitch bounce\n[01:12.57] All dimes see a nine point that bitch out\n[01:14.82] She get ejected and corrected like a miscount\n[01:17.78] Bitch bounce\n[01:19.05] Had to tell a bitch bounce\n[01:21.11] Vinyls on the track and that bitch bounce\n[01:28.63] Look, ain't go to say that i flip check my biceps\n[01:42.21] In your bitch mouth like I'm gossip\n[01:44.37] That boy be so fresh to death burry me in my closet\n[01:48.19] Don't make excuse make deposit\n[01:50.09] Ain't even suppose to be here boy i come from the projects\n[01:53.39] Shawty just fuck with my progress\n[01:55.52] I swear i came here with 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