[{"id":6969028,"name":"Do for Self","trackName":"Do for Self","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\nYo, yo, yo!\nCome here nigga, what's up, man?\nWhats the deal, son?\nHow you doing man?\nChilling man\nWhat you fucking with that cat over there for?\nThose are my niggas, son\nNah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\nWhat you saying, god?\nI know that nigga\nWhat? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\nLemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\nI been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\nIf I did it homes, it was the end of me\nBack in the days, I'ma say like around your age\nWhat makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\nCarrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\nRun away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\nNigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\nMy life is based on same place in the same zone\nThugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\nAt the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\nYeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\nOnly when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\nThey feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\nBest friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\nBut it's all good because they show me love in the hood\nI got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\nYou see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\nI'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\nNow who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\nTryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\nGo ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\nTryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\nI got a problem right now and I can't maintain\nI got some big time cat tryna split my fame\nYo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\nWith some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\nTim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\nSo I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\nYo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n\"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\nI think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\nLeft you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\nGot you hospitalized, look how you end up\nHooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\nYour moms called me at my home crying on the phone\nWhy the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\nYou still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\nNo more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\nIf I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\nNow I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\nNeedles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\nReal thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\nFuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\nPlans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do for Self\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\n  Yo, yo, yo!\n  Come here nigga, what's up, man?\n  Whats the deal, son?\n  How you doing man?\n  Chilling man\n  What you fucking with that cat over there for?\n  Those are my niggas, son\n  Nah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\n  What you saying, god?\n  I know that nigga\n  What? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\n  Lemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\n  I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\n  If I did it homes, it was the end of me\n  Back in the days, I'ma say like around your age\n  What makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\n  Carrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\n  Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\n  Nigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\n  My life is based on same place in the same zone\n  Thugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\n  At the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\n  Yeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\n  Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\n  They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\n  Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\n  But it's all good because they show me love in the hood\n  I got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\n  You see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\n  I'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\n  Now who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\n  Tryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\n  Go ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\n  Tryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\n  I got a problem right now and I can't maintain\n  I got some big time cat tryna split my fame\n  Yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\n  With some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\n  Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\n  So I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\n  Yo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n  \"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\n  I think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\n  Left you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\n  Got you hospitalized, look how you end up\n  Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\n  Your moms called me at my home crying on the phone\n  Why the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\n  You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\n  No more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\n  If I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\n  Now I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\n  Needles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\n  Real thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\n  Fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\n  Plans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n"},{"id":31547178,"name":"Do For Self","trackName":"Do For Self","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial [by Hillside]","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\nYo, yo, yo!\nCome here nigga, what's up, man?\nWhats the deal, son?\nHow you doing man?\nChilling man\nWhat you fucking with that cat over there for?\nThose are my niggas, son\nNah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\nWhat you saying, god?\nI know that nigga\nWhat? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\nLemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\nI been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\nIf I did it homes, it was the end of me\nBack in the days, I'ma say like around your age\nWhat makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\nCarrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\nRun away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\nNigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\nMy life is based on same place in the same zone\nThugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\nAt the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\nYeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\nOnly when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\nThey feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\nBest friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\nBut it's all good because they show me love in the hood\nI got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\nYou see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\nI'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\nNow who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\nTryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\nGo ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\nTryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\nI got a problem right now and I can't maintain\nI got some big time cat tryna split my fame\nYo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\nWith some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\nTim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\nSo I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\nYo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n\"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\nI think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\nLeft you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\nGot you hospitalized, look how you end up\nHooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\nYour moms called me at my home crying on the phone\nWhy the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\nYou still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\nNo more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\nIf I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\nNow I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\nNeedles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\nReal thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\nFuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\nPlans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do For Self\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\n  Yo, yo, yo!\n  Come here nigga, what's up, man?\n  Whats the deal, son?\n  How you doing man?\n  Chilling man\n  What you fucking with that cat over there for?\n  Those are my niggas, son\n  Nah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\n  What you saying, god?\n  I know that nigga\n  What? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\n  Lemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\n  I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\n  If I did it homes, it was the end of me\n  Back in the days, I'ma say like around your age\n  What makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\n  Carrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\n  Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\n  Nigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\n  My life is based on same place in the same zone\n  Thugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\n  At the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\n  Yeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\n  Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\n  They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\n  Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\n  But it's all good because they show me love in the hood\n  I got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\n  You see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\n  I'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\n  Now who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\n  Tryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\n  Go ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\n  Tryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\n  I got a problem right now and I can't maintain\n  I got some big time cat tryna split my fame\n  Yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\n  With some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\n  Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\n  So I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\n  Yo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n  \"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\n  I think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\n  Left you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\n  Got you hospitalized, look how you end up\n  Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\n  Your moms called me at my home crying on the phone\n  Why the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\n  You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\n  No more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\n  If I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\n  Now I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\n  Needles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\n  Real thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\n  Fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\n  Plans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n"},{"id":19970041,"name":"Do For Self","trackName":"Do For Self","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":311.066122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\nYo, yo, yo!\nCome here nigga, what's up, man?\nWhats the deal, son?\nHow you doing man?\nChilling man\nWhat you fucking with that cat over there for?\nThose are my niggas, son\nNah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\nWhat you saying, god?\nI know that nigga\nWhat? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\nLemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\nI been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\nIf I did it homes, it was the end of me\nBack in the days, I'ma say like around your age\nWhat makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\nCarrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\nRun away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\nNigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\nMy life is based on same place in the same zone\nThugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\nAt the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\nYeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\nOnly when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\nThey feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\nBest friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\nBut it's all good because they show me love in the hood\nI got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\nYou see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\nI'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\nNow who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\nTryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\nGo ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\nTryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\nI got a problem right now and I can't maintain\nI got some big time cat tryna split my fame\nYo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\nWith some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\nTim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\nSo I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\nYo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n\"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\nI think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\nLeft you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\nGot you hospitalized, look how you end up\nHooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\nYour moms called me at my home crying on the phone\nWhy the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\nYou still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\nNo more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\nIf I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\nNow I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\nNeedles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\nReal thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\nFuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\nPlans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do For Self\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 311066\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\n  Yo, yo, yo!\n  Come here nigga, what's up, man?\n  Whats the deal, son?\n  How you doing man?\n  Chilling man\n  What you fucking with that cat over there for?\n  Those are my niggas, son\n  Nah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\n  What you saying, god?\n  I know that nigga\n  What? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\n  Lemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\n  I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\n  If I did it homes, it was the end of me\n  Back in the days, I'ma say like around your age\n  What makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\n  Carrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\n  Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\n  Nigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\n  My life is based on same place in the same zone\n  Thugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\n  At the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\n  Yeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\n  Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\n  They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\n  Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\n  But it's all good because they show me love in the hood\n  I got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\n  You see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\n  I'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\n  Now who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\n  Tryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\n  Go ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\n  Tryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\n  I got a problem right now and I can't maintain\n  I got some big time cat tryna split my fame\n  Yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\n  With some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\n  Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\n  So I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\n  Yo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n  \"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\n  I think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\n  Left you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\n  Got you hospitalized, look how you end up\n  Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\n  Your moms called me at my home crying on the phone\n  Why the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\n  You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\n  No more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\n  If I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\n  Now I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\n  Needles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\n  Real thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\n  Fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\n  Plans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n"},{"id":6969027,"name":"Do For Self","trackName":"Do For Self","artistName":"Flipmode Squad (Starring Spliff Star & Baby Sham)","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\nYo, yo, yo!\nCome here nigga, what's up, man?\nWhats the deal, son?\nHow you doing man?\nChilling man\nWhat you fucking with that cat over there for?\nThose are my niggas, son\nNah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\nWhat you saying, god?\nI know that nigga\nWhat? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\nLemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\nI been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\nIf I did it homes, it was the end of me\nBack in the days, I'ma say like around your age\nWhat makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\nCarrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\nRun away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\nNigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\nMy life is based on same place in the same zone\nThugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\nAt the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\nYeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\nOnly when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\nThey feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\nBest friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\nBut it's all good because they show me love in the hood\nI got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\nYou see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\nI'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\nNow who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\nTryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\nGo ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\nTryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\nI got a problem right now and I can't maintain\nI got some big time cat tryna split my fame\nYo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\nWith some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\nTim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\nSo I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\nYo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n\"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\nI think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\nLeft you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\nGot you hospitalized, look how you end up\nHooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\nYour moms called me at my home crying on the phone\nWhy the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\nYou still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\nNo more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\nIf I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\nNow I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\nNeedles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\nReal thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\nFuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\nPlans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\nAiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI walk by myself, I die by myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\nI do for myself, make moves for myself\n'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Do For Self\n  artist: Flipmode Squad (Starring Spliff Star & Baby Sham)\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hey Yo! Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!!\n  Yo, yo, yo!\n  Come here nigga, what's up, man?\n  Whats the deal, son?\n  How you doing man?\n  Chilling man\n  What you fucking with that cat over there for?\n  Those are my niggas, son\n  Nah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo\n  What you saying, god?\n  I know that nigga\n  What? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son\n  Lemme talk to ya for a second, man, come here man, come here\n  I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy\n  If I did it homes, it was the end of me\n  Back in the days, I'ma say like around your age\n  What makes you figure that? Yo, I used to move the same way\n  Carrying guns, selling nickle chums to bums\n  Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome\n  Nigga, fuck that, you see I'm living on my own\n  My life is based on same place in the same zone\n  Thugs call me the Don but never feel my calm\n  At the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on\n  Yeah I'm feeling ya but at I gotta keep it real with ya\n  Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya\n  They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts\n  Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out\n  But it's all good because they show me love in the hood\n  I got this shit locked, don't worry 'bout it, let me call shots\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n\n  You see them cats that you run with, they always in some dumb shit\n  I'm telling you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with\n  Now who the fuck is you to tell me what to do?\n  Tryna start some real shit, tryna make me flip on my crew\n  Go ahead and play hard-ass, live your life fast\n  Tryna warn you, seems like the street got you gassed\n  I got a problem right now and I can't maintain\n  I got some big time cat tryna split my fame\n  Yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name\n  With some caked up voice, yo I made my choice\n  Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moist\n  So I stood up, praying to God that this ain't my last luck\n  Yo they got me touched, call the blue cross, cops ran up\n  \"FREEZE!!!\" Said, \"Please don't move too much\"\n  I think my man sat me up on the fact shining too much\n  Left you wet up, same motherfuckers used to friend up\n  Got you hospitalized, look how you end up\n  Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up\n  Your moms called me at my home crying on the phone\n  Why the fuck you didn't listen? Wouldn't be in this position\n  You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living\n  No more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise\n  If I would've listened to you, I would have never got blazed\n  Now I'm fucked up, laying in this bed cramped up\n  Needles in my arm, thinking how these cats play tough\n  Real thoughts in my head, oh how I showed 'em love\n  Fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm\n  Plans to move up outta there and grab my family gone.\n\n  Aiyo, I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I walk by myself, I die by myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n  I do for myself, make moves for myself\n  'Cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self\n"}]