[{"id":5335844,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n[03:56.56] He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n[03:58.65] He said, \"What you mean?\"\n[03:59.83] He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n[04:03.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Palmolive\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Bandana\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's gon' speak for us\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Kane season\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7180\n- text: Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 7180\n  end_ms: 10140\n- text: Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  start_ms: 10140\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  start_ms: 12190\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: Popeyes, spoons and 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":9856199,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana Beats","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":34397046,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n[03:56.56] He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n[03:58.65] He said, \"What you mean?\"\n[03:59.83] He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n[04:03.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Palmolive\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Bandana\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's gon' speak for us\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Kane season\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7180\n- text: Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 7180\n  end_ms: 10140\n- text: Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  start_ms: 10140\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  start_ms: 12190\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: Popeyes, spoons and 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":27550423,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"The Diamond Mine Sessions","duration":168.896803,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n[03:58.65] He said, \"What you mean?\"\n[03:59.83] He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n[04:03.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Palmolive\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs\n  album: The Diamond Mine Sessions\n  duration_ms: 168897\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's gon' speak for us\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Kane season\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7180\n- text: Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 7180\n  end_ms: 10140\n- text: Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  start_ms: 10140\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  start_ms: 12190\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":4198886,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Bandana","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":9676432,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Bandana Beats","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":12098975,"name":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","trackName":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana Beats","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":9754099,"name":"Palmolive (instrumental)","trackName":"Palmolive (instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":245.36816326530612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":26221529,"name":"Palmolive Explicit","trackName":"Palmolive Explicit","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Bandana","duration":245.333333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.24] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.12] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.11] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.35] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.39] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.31] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.09] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.25] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.54] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.49] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.55] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.12] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.69] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.46] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.52] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.84] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.48] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.58] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.55] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.40] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.40] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.25] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.24] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.01] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.03] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.07] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.45] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.35] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.40] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.57] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.90] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.90] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.86] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.88] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.87] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.82] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.72] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.07] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.77] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.56] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.02] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.86] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.98] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.76] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.96] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.04] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.81] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.99] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.55] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.49] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.53] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.09] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.11] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.25] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.37] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.53] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.26] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.63] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.75] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.94] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.20] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.90] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.71] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.72] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.23] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.69] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236570\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243430\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":28791314,"name":"Palmolive (instrumental)","trackName":"Palmolive (instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Half Manne Half Cocaine","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. 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It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":21654138,"name":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","trackName":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs, Madlib","albumName":"Bandana Beats (Instrumental)","duration":245.338435,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":28670898,"name":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","trackName":"Palmolive (Instrumental)","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs & Madlib","albumName":"Half Manne Half Cocaine","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's gon' speak for us\nIt should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\nKane season\nFucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\nDropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\nRepping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\nFuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\nPopeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\nSold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\nServing every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\nScary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\nVladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\nFuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\nPimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\nTrunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\nA smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\nIt's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\nThese niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\nIn 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\nMaxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\nWe got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\nFernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\nI'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\nBaby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\nChoppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\nWhoever kill him first gon' get promoted\nBoy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\nGangsta Kane\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\nLook, real bars are the ill bars\nThese scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\nMy coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\nWhat I did to door panels on them Windstars\nGem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\nIt's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\nTake over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\nWe all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\nThe love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\nThe serial number don't match the gift boxes\nThe bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\nThe bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\nWay more chemical than political\nPTSD from what I weighed on the digital\nIt was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\nObama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\nI took a risk, I took a brick\nTook a road trip to a Motel 6\nGet it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\nRide coattails, then he really want that lit\nJust another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\nTell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\nBet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\nLike Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\nPlay low, I mean low like no money, nigga\nYoung nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\nMake money, more money, mathematics, nigga\nBut the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\nFake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\nI know a guy in my neighborhood\nHe came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\nThey had all day to go to bed\nPulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\nNext morning, his friend went down to the jail\nHe said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\nHe said, \"It could have been worse\"\nHe said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.26] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.18] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.19] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.36] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.36] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.32] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.07] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.30] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.51] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.40] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.53] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.20] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.66] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.43] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.55] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.80] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.41] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.50] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.53] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.38] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.32] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.23] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.22] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.03] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.01] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.05] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.48] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.30] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.48] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.59] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.95] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.85] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.89] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.84] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.81] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.89] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.75] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.02] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.73] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.58] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.05] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.88] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.94] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.74] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.10] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.10] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.85] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.92] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.54] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.46] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.56] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.06] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.10] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.20] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.40] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.57] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.29] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.67] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.79] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.93] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.27] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.96] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.74] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.76] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.21] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.66] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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It could have been worse.\"\n[03:58.65] He said, \"What you mean?\"\n[03:59.83] He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n[04:03.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Palmolive (Instrumental)\n  artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib\n  album: Half Manne Half Cocaine\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's gon' speak for us\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Kane season\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7180\n- text: Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 7180\n  end_ms: 10140\n- text: Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  start_ms: 10140\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  start_ms: 12190\n  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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236560\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236560\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 243440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243440\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"},{"id":29982380,"name":"Palmolive","trackName":"Palmolive","artistName":"Freddie Gibbs feat. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\nHe said, \"What you mean?\"\nHe said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] It's gon' speak for us\n[00:02.37] It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n[00:04.82] Kane season\n[00:05.24] Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n[00:07.12] Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n[00:10.14] Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n[00:12.11] Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n[00:15.35] Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n[00:17.39] Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n[00:19.31] Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n[00:23.49] Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n[00:26.09] Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n[00:29.25] Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n[00:32.54] Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n[00:35.49] Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n[00:38.55] A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n[00:41.12] It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n[00:43.69] These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n[00:46.46] In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n[00:49.63] 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n[00:53.52] Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n[00:56.84] We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n[01:00.48] Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n[01:03.34] I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n[01:06.58] Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n[01:09.54] Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n[01:12.55] Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n[01:15.40] Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n[01:18.40] Gangsta Kane\n[01:19.25] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:22.24] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:25.01] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:28.03] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:31.07] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[01:34.45] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[01:37.35] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[01:40.40] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[01:43.57] Look, real bars are the ill bars\n[01:45.90] These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n[01:49.90] My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n[01:52.86] What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n[01:55.88] Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n[01:58.87] It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n[02:01.82] Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n[02:04.72] We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n[02:08.07] The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n[02:10.77] The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n[02:14.34] The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n[02:17.56] The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n[02:21.02] Way more chemical than political\n[02:23.86] PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n[02:26.98] It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n[02:29.76] Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n[02:32.96] I took a risk, I took a brick\n[02:36.04] Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n[02:38.75] Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n[02:41.81] Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n[02:44.99] Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n[02:48.55] Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n[02:51.49] Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n[02:54.53] Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n[02:58.09] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:01.11] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:03.87] But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n[03:07.25] Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n[03:10.37] Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n[03:13.53] Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n[03:16.26] But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n[03:19.63] Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n[03:23.75] \n[03:34.02] I know a guy in my neighborhood\n[03:34.94] He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n[03:38.20] They had all day to go to bed\n[03:39.90] Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n[03:43.71] Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n[03:45.72] He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n[03:48.23] He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n[03:49.69] He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n[03:51.79] He said, \"Man, two people dead. 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text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 130720\n  - text: 'serial '\n    start_ms: 132013\n  - text: 'number '\n    start_ms: 132579\n  - text: 'don''t '\n    start_ms: 132967\n  - text: 'match '\n    start_ms: 133341\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 133643\n  - text: 'gift '\n    start_ms: 133877\n  - text: boxes\n    start_ms: 134134\n- text: The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  start_ms: 134310\n  end_ms: 137489\n  words:\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 134310\n  - text: 'bezel '\n    start_ms: 135103\n  - text: 'on '\n    start_ms: 135498\n  - text: 'her '\n    start_ms: 135617\n  - text: 'ballon '\n    start_ms: 135832\n  - text: 'bleu '\n    start_ms: 136437\n  - text: 'do '\n    start_ms: 136838\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 137041\n  - text: Tinashe\n    start_ms: 137192\n- text: The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  start_ms: 137560\n  end_ms: 141008\n  words:\n  - text: 'The '\n    start_ms: 137560\n  - text: 'bitch '\n    start_ms: 138296\n  - text: 'told '\n    start_ms: 138614\n  - 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\nHe said, \"Yeah, baby. 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I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  start_ms: 231790\n  end_ms: 236570\n- text: He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  start_ms: 236570\n  end_ms: 238650\n- text: He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  start_ms: 238650\n  end_ms: 239800\n- text: He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n  start_ms: 239800\n  end_ms: 243430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243430\nplain: |-\n  It's gon' speak for us\n  It should speak for itself, you know what I mean?\n\n  Kane season\n  Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah)\n  Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah)\n  Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated\n  Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle\n  Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah)\n  Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh)\n  Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen)\n  Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah)\n  Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh)\n  Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah)\n  Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up)\n  Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah)\n  A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes)\n  It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah)\n  These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt)\n  In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper\n  2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded\n  Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us\n  We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah)\n  Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah)\n  I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga)\n  Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah)\n  Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh)\n  Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted\n  Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola\n  Gangsta Kane\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n\n  Look, real bars are the ill bars\n  These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods\n  My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs\n  What I did to door panels on them Windstars\n  Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates\n  It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate\n  Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate\n  We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date\n  The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches\n  The serial number don't match the gift boxes\n  The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe\n  The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh)\n  Way more chemical than political\n  PTSD from what I weighed on the digital\n  It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual\n  Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal\n  I took a risk, I took a brick\n  Took a road trip to a Motel 6\n  Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit\n  Ride coattails, then he really want that lit\n  Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga\n  Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?\n  Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga\n  Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh\n\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga\n  Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga\n  Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga\n  Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga\n  But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga\n  Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga\n\n  I know a guy in my neighborhood\n  He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife\n  They had all day to go to bed\n  Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em\n  Next morning, his friend went down to the jail\n  He said, \"Fred, don't take it so hard\"\n  He said, \"It could have been worse\"\n  He said, \"What you mean, it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?\"\n  He said, \"Yeah, baby. It could have been worse.\"\n  He said, \"What you mean?\"\n  He said, \"Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too\"\n"}]