[{"id":18521985,"name":"Hell","trackName":"Hell","artistName":"FattMack","albumName":"Here to Stay","duration":124.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(AP)\n(CashMoneyAP)\n(Yur, was goin' on with ya brother?)\nTwin\n(I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)\n(Time to make your name in the industry)\nAppreciate that, my nigga, I love you\nI ain't did shit yet, I'm 'Here to Stay'\n(Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)\n(Love you too, brother)\n(On my mama, don't forget that)\n(Fatt)\n\nNigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\nClutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\nWhen a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\nNigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\nI won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\nYeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\nYeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\nYeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\nI asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"\n\nThese niggas hos, they copin' pleas soon as they go to jail\nHow the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'\nYeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared\nYeah, and who really gettin' money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon' tell in the end\nKnow a nigga who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen'\nI'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again\nI grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him\nDon't give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums, and I'm nothin' like them\n\nAnd before they was opps, man, these niggas was fans, you kill 'em, I got ten bands\nI went big, on big, while you niggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up\nNiggas hop on the 'net, with a whole lot of TEC\nWhen we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'\nWhen we kick in yo' shit in, we gon' leave yo' ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'\n\nNigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\nClutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\nWhen a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\nNigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\nI won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\nYeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\nYeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\nYeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\nI asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] (AP)\n[00:01.53] (CashMoneyAP)\n[00:03.53] (Yur, was goin' on with ya brother?)\n[00:05.51] Twin\n[00:07.29] (I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)\n[00:10.22] (Time to make your name in the industry)\n[00:12.64] Appreciate that, my nigga, I love you\n[00:14.67] I ain't did shit yet, I'm 'Here to Stay'\n[00:17.45] (Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)\n[00:19.03] (Love you too, brother)\n[00:19.82] (On my mama, don't forget that)\n[00:23.48] (Fatt)\n[00:24.50] Nigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\n[00:26.01] Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\n[00:27.53] When a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\n[00:30.76] Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\n[00:33.87] I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\n[00:36.79] Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\n[00:40.62] Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\n[00:43.18] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\n[00:46.68] I asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"\n[00:49.87] These niggas hos, they copin' pleas soon as they go to jail\n[00:52.93] How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'\n[00:55.74] Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared\n[00:58.85] Yeah, and who really gettin' money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon' tell in the end\n[01:02.47] Know a nigga who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen'\n[01:05.45] I'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again\n[01:08.60] I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him\n[01:11.79] Don't give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums, and I'm nothin' like them\n[01:14.84] And before they was opps, man, these niggas was fans, you kill 'em, I got ten bands\n[01:17.87] I went big, on big, while you niggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up\n[01:20.90] Niggas hop on the 'net, with a whole lot of TEC\n[01:22.67] When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'\n[01:24.28] When we kick in yo' shit in, we gon' leave yo' ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'\n[01:26.41] Nigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\n[01:27.78] Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\n[01:29.71] When a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\n[01:32.75] Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\n[01:35.84] I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\n[01:38.85] Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\n[01:42.88] Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\n[01:45.08] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.65] I asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"\n[01:53.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell\n  artist: FattMack\n  album: Here to Stay\n  duration_ms: 124000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (AP)\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 1530\n- text: (CashMoneyAP)\n  start_ms: 1530\n  end_ms: 3530\n- text: (Yur, was goin' on with ya brother?)\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5510\n- text: Twin\n  start_ms: 5510\n  end_ms: 7290\n- text: (I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)\n  start_ms: 7290\n  end_ms: 10220\n- text: (Time to make your name in the industry)\n  start_ms: 10220\n  end_ms: 12640\n- text: Appreciate that, my nigga, I love you\n  start_ms: 12640\n  end_ms: 14670\n- text: I ain't did shit yet, I'm 'Here to Stay'\n  start_ms: 14670\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: (Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 19030\n- text: (Love you too, brother)\n  start_ms: 19030\n  end_ms: 19820\n- text: (On my mama, don't forget that)\n  start_ms: 19820\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: (Fatt)\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 24500\n- text: Nigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\n  start_ms: 24500\n  end_ms: 26010\n- text: Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\n  start_ms: 26010\n  end_ms: 27530\n- text: When a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\n  start_ms: 27530\n  end_ms: 30760\n- text: Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\n  start_ms: 30760\n  end_ms: 33870\n- text: I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\n  start_ms: 33870\n  end_ms: 36790\n- text: Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\n  start_ms: 36790\n  end_ms: 40620\n- text: Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\n  start_ms: 40620\n  end_ms: 43180\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 43180\n  end_ms: 46680\n- text: I asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"\n  start_ms: 46680\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: These niggas hos, they copin' pleas soon as they go to jail\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 52930\n- text: How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? 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I know you tellin'\n  Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared\n  Yeah, and who really gettin' money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon' tell in the end\n  Know a nigga who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen'\n  I'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again\n  I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him\n  Don't give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums, and I'm nothin' like them\n\n  And before they was opps, man, these niggas was fans, you kill 'em, I got ten bands\n  I went big, on big, while you niggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up\n  Niggas hop on the 'net, with a whole lot of TEC\n  When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'\n  When we kick in yo' shit in, we gon' leave yo' ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'\n\n  Nigga, I'm geeked off this Molly\n  Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party\n  When a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley\n  Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help\n  I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up\n  Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else\n  Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)\n  I asked my pastor, \"If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?\"\n"}]