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millions\nFuck it, I'm pretty still, look at my deal\nRichard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds\nLook at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers\nForty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet\nThat cost a whop, that cost a whopper\nAnd it ain't new, I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker\nPretty still, it ain't no pretty pill, it's either real or real\nReal easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field\nSkin hot when they tried me like them poppers feel\nHands shaking, norepinephrine levels skyrocket, fuel\nRocket f-\nQuit being violent with me (yeah, why, why)\nQuit being violent with me\nQuit being violent with me\nMake me violent\nMy room, my room, my room with me\nEvery night you were in my room\nMy room, my room with me\nI guess I can't state my feelings too soon\nI don't know you\nAnd I can't put no threats in the air","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.65] No sleeper seats, that's a mattress\n[00:20.64] No sleeper seats, that's a mattress (sleep)\n[00:23.91] You ain't stingy, 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And I think you made for the life I lead\n  start_ms: 32780\n  end_ms: 35650\n- text: I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick, huh\n  start_ms: 35650\n  end_ms: 38930\n- text: That kinda coffin don't need lean, rest in peace\n  start_ms: 38930\n  end_ms: 42110\n- text: Got this lust for life in me, yeah\n  start_ms: 42110\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: Horny for the game, uh\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 48190\n- text: First they kiss then they bite soft\n  start_ms: 48190\n  end_ms: 51170\n- text: Then that bitch wanna play it off, huh\n  start_ms: 51170\n  end_ms: 53850\n- text: Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes\n  start_ms: 53850\n  end_ms: 55440\n- text: While serpent shakes some brand new scales\n  start_ms: 55440\n  end_ms: 57110\n- text: I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos\n  start_ms: 57110\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Actin' farmiliar, took all the rock\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 60400\n- text: And turned it to pop, he think that he Elvis\n  start_ms: 60400\n  end_ms: 61880\n- text: And he ungrateful, they don't say thank you\n  start_ms: 61880\n  end_ms: 63360\n- text: They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions\n  start_ms: 63360\n  end_ms: 65980\n- text: Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my deal\n  start_ms: 65980\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 70180\n- text: Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers\n  start_ms: 70180\n  end_ms: 72520\n- text: Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet\n  start_ms: 72520\n  end_ms: 73950\n- text: That cost a wop, that cost a whopper\n  start_ms: 73950\n  end_ms: 75570\n- text: And it ain't new, I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker\n  start_ms: 75570\n  end_ms: 78520\n- text: Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill\n  start_ms: 78520\n  end_ms: 80450\n- text: It's either real or real\n  start_ms: 80450\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 84530\n- text: Skin hot, when they tried me, like them poppers feel\n  start_ms: 84530\n  end_ms: 87480\n- text: Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels, skyrocket fuel\n  start_ms: 87480\n  end_ms: 90640\n- text: Rocket\n  start_ms: 90640\n  end_ms: 92890\n- text: Quit being violent with me (Yeah why, why?)\n  start_ms: 92890\n  end_ms: 95620\n- text: Quit being violent with me\n  start_ms: 95620\n  end_ms: 99040\n- text: Quit being violent with me\n  start_ms: 99040\n  end_ms: 102180\n- text: You make me violent\n  start_ms: 102180\n  end_ms: 105850\n- text: My room, my room, my room with me\n  start_ms: 105850\n  end_ms: 108930\n- text: Every night you were in my room\n  start_ms: 108930\n  end_ms: 111930\n- text: My room, my room with me\n  start_ms: 111930\n  end_ms: 115080\n- text: I guess I can't state my feelings too soon\n  start_ms: 115080\n  end_ms: 118150\n- text: I don't know you\n  start_ms: 118150\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: And I can't put no threats in the air\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 122520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 122520\nplain: |-\n  No sleeper seats, that's a mattress\n  No sleeper seats, that's a mattress\n  You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me\n  You don't flinch when camera flashing, flashing\n  Not fake laidback, no it's natural\n  And I think you made for the life I lead\n\n  I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick, huh\n  That kinda coffin don't need lean, rest in peace\n  Got this lust for life in me, yeah\n  Horny for the game, uh\n\n  First they kiss then they bite soft\n  Then that bitch wanna play it off, huh\n  Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes\n  While serpent shakes some brand new scales\n  I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos\n  Actin' farmiliar, took all the rock\n  And turned it to pop, he think that he Elvis\n  And he ungrateful, they don't say thank you\n  They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions\n\n  Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my deal\n  Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds\n  Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers\n  Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet\n  That cost a wop, that cost a whopper\n  And it ain't new, I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker\n  Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill\n  It's either real or real\n  Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field\n  Skin hot, when they tried me, like them poppers feel\n  Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels, skyrocket fuel\n  Rocket\n\n  Quit being violent with me (Yeah why, why?)\n  Quit being violent with me\n  Quit being violent with me\n  You make me violent\n\n  My room, my room, my room with me\n  Every night you were in my room\n  My room, my room with me\n  I guess I can't state my feelings too soon\n  I don't know you\n  And I can't put no threats in the air\n"}]