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(G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\nIf I thought it best to set you free\nWould you hate me?\nY'all ready?\n(Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\nMoney to the plug\nThe plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\nWe paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\nNo love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\nThe cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\nThey say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)\nGot the police state to state\nThis shit too real, you can't relate\nYour bitch a freak, she wanna skate\nI want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)\nSaid she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\nWord to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\nIn my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa\n(Wiz Khalifa)\nIntroduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to\nWhy they worryin' about the drugs?\nThe stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)\nYou've mistaken that attention for success\nI've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)\n\nNigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (Fuck you)\nAnd you know I'm from the Bronx\nWhere it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\nBenz black Audi, it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\nOne-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\nThey tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\nThe pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\n\nThey shot him at Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\nHe thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (Damn)\nI made a killin' off the shop-steps\nWater-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\nI kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\n\nShe ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg\nA hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole\nThirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)\nSober lately, hard to line me\nReal success is keepin' bars behind me\nClub drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\nFirst week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\nTrail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\nMiller with the paces, Medusa's lyin' faces\n\nCalifornia 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\nTeeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\nClip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\nAnd them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\nMinor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\nAnd I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\nThat'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\nThey bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block)\nCookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nJordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\nOprah in the hood, everybody get a block\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nWelcome to '23\nThe Jordan of this shit\nMixtape king, like LBJ\nCB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\nThe wave's back\nOh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\nYours truly\nI wanna welcome y'all out\nTo none other than somethin' legendary\nCoke Boys 6, suckers\n\nThese kids don't wanna pay no homage\nThey wanna forget who influenced 'em\nYou should let me loose on 'em\nI'll go 'round the neighbour with a basket, you know\nThey can put what they got in their pockets in there\nFives, tens, nickels, dimes\nThey treatin' pennies like they're sword carved ball","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n[00:04.49] Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n[00:08.27] We had to get back in [?], it's out of control\n[00:10.58] These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n[00:12.18] Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n[00:14.81] Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)\n[00:18.33] If your beauty I'd no longer see\n[00:19.18] Haha, we ain't been here in a minute\n[00:21.36] I guess it was about that time\n[00:24.07] Would you leave me, pretty baby?\n[00:26.51] We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n[00:31.74] And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah\n[00:35.12] Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n[00:36.97] Would you hate me?\n[00:39.82] DJ Drama\n[00:42.55] Montana (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:44.48] If you would, please tell me now, so I can\n[00:44.74] Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\n[00:47.20] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\n[00:48.85] Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n[00:50.76] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\n[00:52.11] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\n[00:54.59] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\n[00:56.78] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n[00:58.90] If I thought it best to set you free\n[01:03.51] Would you hate me?\n[01:07.10] Y'all ready?\n[01:09.33] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:12.69] Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\n[01:13.96] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\n[01:15.62] Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n[01:17.34] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\n[01:19.05] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\n[01:21.41] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\n[01:23.91] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n[01:25.44] Money to the plug\n[01:27.40] The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n[01:30.44] We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\n[01:33.13] No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n[01:36.47] The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n[01:38.82] They say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)\n[01:41.04] Got the police state to state\n[01:43.03] This shit too real, you can't relate\n[01:44.54] Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n[01:46.12] I want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)\n[01:47.74] Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n[01:52.18] Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n[01:55.60] In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa\n[01:58.78] (Wiz Khalifa)\n[01:59.39] Introduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to\n[02:02.96] Why they worryin' about the drugs?\n[02:04.64] The stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)\n[02:06.20] You've mistaken that attention for success\n[02:09.15] I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)\n[02:12.41] Nigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (Fuck you)\n[02:15.10] And you know I'm from the Bronx\n[02:16.65] Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\n[02:20.03] Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\n[02:22.52] One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n[02:25.94] They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\n[02:29.59] The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\n[02:32.94] They shot him at Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\n[02:36.48] He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (Damn)\n[02:40.05] I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n[02:42.35] Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n[02:44.89] I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\n[02:47.10] She ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg\n[02:49.85] A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole\n[02:52.94] Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)\n[02:56.71] Sober lately, hard to line me\n[02:58.04] Real success is keepin' bars behind me\n[02:59.77] Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\n[03:03.36] First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\n[03:06.35] Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\n[03:10.41] Miller with the paces, Medusa's lyin' faces\n[03:12.97] California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\n[03:16.50] Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\n[03:20.40] Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\n[03:23.96] And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\n[03:27.09] Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\n[03:30.57] And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\n[03:33.63] That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\n[03:37.32] They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n[03:40.37] One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block)\n[03:43.96] Cookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)\n[03:47.05] One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n[03:50.46] One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n[03:53.61] Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\n[03:57.37] Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block\n[04:00.58] One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n[04:03.86] One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n[04:07.16] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[04:09.04] Welcome to '23\n[04:11.54] The Jordan of this shit\n[04:14.50] Mixtape king, like LBJ\n[04:20.08] CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\n[04:26.04] The wave's back\n[04:28.30] Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\n[04:32.04] Yours truly\n[04:34.49] I wanna welcome y'all out\n[04:37.91] To none other than somethin' legendary\n[04:43.36] Coke Boys 6, suckers\n[04:47.85] These kids don't wanna pay no homage\n[04:50.27] They wanna forget who influenced 'em\n[04:52.33] You should let me loose on 'em\n[04:53.65] I'll go 'round the neighbour with a basket, you know\n[04:55.74] They can put what they got in their pockets in there\n[04:57.63] Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n[05:00.15] They treatin' pennies like they're sword carved ball\n[05:02.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: French Montana - 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start_ms: 295740\n  end_ms: 297630\n- text: Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n  start_ms: 297630\n  end_ms: 300150\n- text: They treatin' pennies like they're sword carved ball\n  start_ms: 300150\n  end_ms: 302610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302610\nplain: |-\n  (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n  Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n  We had to get back in [?], it's out of control\n  These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n  Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n  Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  If your beauty I'd no longer see\n  Haha, we ain't been here in a minute\n  I guess it was about that time\n  Would you leave me, pretty baby?\n  We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n  And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah\n  Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n  Would you hate me?\n  DJ Drama\n  Montana (Gangsta Grillz)\n  If you would, please tell me now, so I can\n\n  Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n  Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  If I thought it best to set you free\n  Would you hate me?\n  Y'all ready?\n  (Gangsta Grillz)\n\n  Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n  Jimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  Money to the plug\n  The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n  We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\n  No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n  The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\n  They say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)\n  Got the police state to state\n  This shit too real, you can't relate\n  Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n  I want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)\n  Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\n  Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n  In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa\n  (Wiz Khalifa)\n  Introduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to\n  Why they worryin' about the drugs?\n  The stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)\n  You've mistaken that attention for success\n  I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)\n\n  Nigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (Fuck you)\n  And you know I'm from the Bronx\n  Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\n  Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\n  One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n  They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\n  The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\n\n  They shot him at Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\n  He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (Damn)\n  I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n  Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n  I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\n\n  She ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg\n  A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole\n  Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)\n  Sober lately, hard to line me\n  Real success is keepin' bars behind me\n  Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\n  First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\n  Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\n  Miller with the paces, Medusa's lyin' faces\n\n  California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\n  Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\n  Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\n  And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\n  Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\n  And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\n  That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\n  They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n\n  One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block)\n  Cookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n  Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\n  Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n\n  (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Welcome to '23\n  The Jordan of this shit\n  Mixtape king, like LBJ\n  CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\n  The wave's back\n  Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\n  Yours truly\n  I wanna welcome y'all out\n  To none other than somethin' legendary\n  Coke Boys 6, suckers\n\n  These kids don't wanna pay no homage\n  They wanna forget who influenced 'em\n  You should let me loose on 'em\n  I'll go 'round the neighbour with a basket, you know\n  They can put what they got in their pockets in there\n  Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n  They treatin' pennies like they're sword carved ball\n"},{"id":20356243,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Intro","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\nJust when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\nWe had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control\nThese kids wanna shoot people in the foot\nJust to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n(Coke Boy, baby)\n(If your beauty I'd no longer see) haha, we ain't been here in a minute\nI guess it was about that time\n(Would you leave me?)\nWe back at it (pretty baby)\nCoke Boys 6, the god's here\n(And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah\nAfter this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)\nDJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)\nMontana (Gangsta Grillz)\nYeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n(If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best\nSet you free (yeah)\n(Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?\nY'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nYeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\nMoney to the plug\nThe plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\nWe paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\nNo love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\nThe cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\nThey say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\nGot the police state to state\nThis shit too real, you can't relate\nYour bitch a freak, she wanna skate\nI want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\nSaid she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\nWord to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\nIn my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\nIntroduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)\nWhy they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)\nYou mistaken that, attention for success\nI've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)\nNigga, it's, \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\nAnd you know I'm from the Bronx\nWhere it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi\nBenz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\nOne-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\nThey tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\nThe pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\nThey shot him at Mercedes, screamin', \"Should've paid me\"\nHe thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)\nI made a killin' off the shop-steps\nWater-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\nI kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\nShe ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg\nA hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse\nThirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\nSober lately, hard to line me\nReal success is keepin' bars behind me\nClub drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\nFirst week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\nTrail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\nMiller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\nCalifornia King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases\nTeeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\nClip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\nAnd them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\nMinor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages\nAnd I get high off the za', grabba with the papers\nLoud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\nThey bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)\nCookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\nJordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\nOprah in the hood, everybody get a block\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nWelcome to '23\nThe Jordan of this shit\nMixtape king, like LBJ\nCB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\nThe wave's back\nOh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\nYours truly\nI wanna welcome y'all out\nTo none other than somethin' legendary\nCoke Boys 6, suckers\nThese kids don't wanna pay no homage\nThey wanna forget who influenced 'em\nYou should let me loose on 'em\nI'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know\nThey can put what they got in their pockets in there\nFives, tens, nickels, dimes\nThey treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: Intro\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n  Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n  We had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control\n  These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n  Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n  (Coke Boy, baby)\n  (If your beauty I'd no longer see) haha, we ain't been here in a minute\n  I guess it was about that time\n  (Would you leave me?)\n  We back at it (pretty baby)\n  Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n  (And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah\n  After this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)\n  DJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)\n  Montana (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n  Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n  (If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best\n  Set you free (yeah)\n  (Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?\n  Y'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)\n  (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\n  Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n  Money to the plug\n  The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n  We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\n  No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n  The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n  They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\n  Got the police state to state\n  This shit too real, you can't relate\n  Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n  I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\n  Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n  Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n  In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\n  Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)\n  Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)\n  You mistaken that, attention for success\n  I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)\n  Nigga, it's, \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\n  And you know I'm from the Bronx\n  Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi\n  Benz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\n  One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n  They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\n  The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\n  They shot him at Mercedes, screamin', \"Should've paid me\"\n  He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)\n  I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n  Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n  I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\n  She ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg\n  A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse\n  Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\n  Sober lately, hard to line me\n  Real success is keepin' bars behind me\n  Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\n  First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\n  Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\n  Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\n  California King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases\n  Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\n  Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\n  And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\n  Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages\n  And I get high off the za', grabba with the papers\n  Loud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\n  They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n  One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)\n  Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\n  Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\n  Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\n  One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)\n  (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Welcome to '23\n  The Jordan of this shit\n  Mixtape king, like LBJ\n  CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\n  The wave's back\n  Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\n  Yours truly\n  I wanna welcome y'all out\n  To none other than somethin' legendary\n  Coke Boys 6, suckers\n  These kids don't wanna pay no homage\n  They wanna forget who influenced 'em\n  You should let me loose on 'em\n  I'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know\n  They can put what they got in their pockets in there\n  Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n  They treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo\n"},{"id":20830460,"name":"Intro (feat. Cheeze)","trackName":"Intro (feat. Cheeze)","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Intro","duration":303.516735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\nJust when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\nWe had to get back in, it's out of control\nThese kids wanna shoot people in the foot\nJust to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n\n(Coke Boy, baby)\nWe ain't been here in a minute\nI guess it was about that time\nWe back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\nOh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\nDJ Drama!\nMontana! (Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\nIf I thought it best to set you free\nWould you hate me? (Would you hate me?)\nYou all ready?\n(Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\nMoney to the plug\nThe plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\nWe paid drought prices to patch the hoes up\nNo love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\nThe cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\nThey say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\nGot the police state to state\nThis shit too real, you can't relate\nYour bitch a freak, she wanna skate\nI want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\nSaid she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\nWord to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\nIn my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\nIntroduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)\nWhy they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (killed us faster)\nYou've mistaken that attention for success\nI've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (baby)\n\nNigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\nAnd you know I'm from the Bronx\nWhere it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\nBenz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy\nOne-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\nThey tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC\nThe pinkie go snowboarding and the chain like Skate Key\n\nThey shot him in Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\nHe thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (damn)\nI made a killin' off the shop-steps\nWater-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\nI kept half a pure, and then I locked the rest\n\nShe ain't ever seen this view, Whoopi Goldberg\nA hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (whole bird)\n30 million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\nSober lately, hard to line me\nReal success is keepin' bars behind me\nClub drop, 60 on me like Kyrie\nFirst week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\nTrail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\nMiller with the Pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\n\nCalifornia 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\nTeeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\nClip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\nAnd them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\nMinor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\nAnd I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\nThat'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\nThey bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, 30 for a block (block)\nCookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nJordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\nOprah in the hood, everybody get a block\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nWelcome to '23\nThe Jordan of this shit\nMixtape king, like LBJ\nCB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\nThe wave's back\nOh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\nYours truly\nI wanna welcome y'all out\nTo none other than somethin' legendary\nCoke Boys 6, suckers\n\nThese kids don't wanna pay no homage\nThey wanna forget who influenced 'em\nYou should let me loose on 'em\nI'll go 'round and enable their basket, you know\nThey can put what they got in their pockets in there\nFives, tens, nickels, dimes\nThey treatin' pennies like they're sure on cash","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n[00:04.24] Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n[00:08.12] We had to get back in, it's out of control\n[00:10.57] These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n[00:12.28] Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n[00:14.70] (Coke Boy, baby)\n[00:18.54] We ain't been here in a minute\n[00:21.20] I guess it was about that time\n[00:25.57] We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n[00:33.17] Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n[00:39.67] DJ Drama!\n[00:42.77] Montana! (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:44.23] Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n[00:46.90] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n[00:48.63] Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n[00:50.40] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n[00:51.72] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n[00:54.13] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n[00:56.84] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n[01:00.34] If I thought it best to set you free\n[01:05.21] Would you hate me? (Would you hate me?)\n[01:07.66] You all ready?\n[01:10.09] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:11.06] Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n[01:14.09] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n[01:15.77] Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n[01:17.45] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n[01:18.88] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n[01:21.54] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n[01:24.02] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n[01:26.22] Money to the plug\n[01:27.68] The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n[01:30.37] We paid drought prices to patch the hoes up\n[01:33.14] No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n[01:36.36] The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n[01:39.15] They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\n[01:40.74] Got the police state to state\n[01:42.60] This shit too real, you can't relate\n[01:44.46] Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n[01:46.11] I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\n[01:47.97] Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n[01:52.73] Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n[01:55.78] In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\n[01:59.21] Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)\n[02:02.74] Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (killed us faster)\n[02:06.42] You've mistaken that attention for success\n[02:08.81] I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (baby)\n[02:12.96] Nigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\n[02:14.97] And you know I'm from the Bronx\n[02:16.15] Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\n[02:19.41] Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy\n[02:22.98] One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n[02:26.52] They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC\n[02:30.19] The pinkie go snowboarding and the chain like Skate Key\n[02:33.03] They shot him in Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\n[02:36.52] He thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (damn)\n[02:40.07] I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n[02:42.40] Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n[02:44.50] I kept half a pure, and then I locked the rest\n[02:47.11] She ain't ever seen this view, Whoopi Goldberg\n[02:50.02] A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (whole bird)\n[02:53.52] 30 million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\n[02:56.80] Sober lately, hard to line me\n[02:58.39] Real success is keepin' bars behind me\n[03:00.36] Club drop, 60 on me like Kyrie\n[03:03.36] First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\n[03:07.14] Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\n[03:10.11] Miller with the Pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\n[03:13.47] California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\n[03:16.81] Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\n[03:20.42] Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\n[03:23.64] And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\n[03:26.94] Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\n[03:30.61] And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\n[03:33.75] That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\n[03:37.08] They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n[03:40.53] One o'clock, two o'clock, 30 for a block (block)\n[03:43.56] Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\n[03:47.45] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[03:50.39] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[03:53.92] Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\n[03:57.56] Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block\n[04:00.97] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[04:03.95] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[04:07.66] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[04:09.30] Welcome to '23\n[04:11.97] The Jordan of this shit\n[04:14.63] Mixtape king, like LBJ\n[04:19.80] CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\n[04:25.27] The wave's back\n[04:27.35] Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\n[04:32.12] Yours truly\n[04:34.00] I wanna welcome y'all out\n[04:38.15] To none other than somethin' legendary\n[04:42.32] Coke Boys 6, suckers\n[04:48.07] These kids don't wanna pay no homage\n[04:50.11] They wanna forget who influenced 'em\n[04:52.26] You should let me loose on 'em\n[04:53.58] I'll go 'round and enable their basket, you know\n[04:55.39] They can put what they got in their pockets in there\n[04:57.67] Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n[05:00.40] They treatin' pennies like they're sure on cash\n[05:02.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (feat. 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(Gangsta Grillz)\n\n  Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n  Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  If I thought it best to set you free\n  Would you hate me? (Would you hate me?)\n  You all ready?\n  (Gangsta Grillz)\n\n  Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n  Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  Money to the plug\n  The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n  We paid drought prices to patch the hoes up\n  No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n  The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\n  They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\n  Got the police state to state\n  This shit too real, you can't relate\n  Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n  I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\n  Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\n  Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n  In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\n  Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)\n  Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (killed us faster)\n  You've mistaken that attention for success\n  I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (baby)\n\n  Nigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\n  And you know I'm from the Bronx\n  Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\n  Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy\n  One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n  They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC\n  The pinkie go snowboarding and the chain like Skate Key\n\n  They shot him in Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\n  He thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (damn)\n  I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n  Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n  I kept half a pure, and then I locked the rest\n\n  She ain't ever seen this view, Whoopi Goldberg\n  A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (whole bird)\n  30 million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\n  Sober 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gotta crawl out\nIf that pussy wet, never pull out\nIf that pussy good, buy the mall out\nSittin' court side in my court case\nDrinkin' lean, poppin' pills, heart racin'\nVelvet rope, blue dot, all Ace\n36 O's, foundation\nWord around town, I'm the man nigga\nBreakin' down work to the grams nigga\nWhip it in the Pan nigga\nGettin' money with the fam nigga\n\nWhen I got the spaceship\nChop the top off, got the brain out\nSmoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?\nAll my niggas playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout\nSmokin' medication, got my bread right\nNiggas try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em\nBitches try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em\nMan we just get ready\nHaah, we just get ready\n\nAye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can't trap me\nYoung cold nigga get money like an athlete\nNow I'm straight like 12:30\nPussy clean, baby talk dirty\nNeed the work nigga, call early\nRap game sabotage and we gon' burn it\nNigga cold murder\nAnd I'm comin' for ya 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ready","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ready/Intro\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: Ready/Intro\n  duration_ms: 278126\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  I'm not a fool\n  I just love that you're dead inside\n  I'm not a fool\n  I just love that you're dead inside\n  I'm lifeless, haha\n  Haan, yeah\n\n  When I got the spaceship\n  Chop the top off, got the brain out\n  Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?\n  All my niggas playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout\n  Smokin' medication, got my bread right\n  Niggas try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em\n  Bitches try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em\n  Man we just get ready\n  Haah, we just get ready\n\n  Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot\n  Said Pray to the one then niggas get to ball out\n  God damn, watch the ball work\n  Got rich, put 'em on work\n  Finish last nigga, ball first\n  Now curve bitches cold turkey\n  In the game nigga, no mercy\n  For the weak niggas\n  You feeling froggy than leap nigga!\n  Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga\n  From my head to my feet nigga\n  Countin' millions before while I sleep nigga\n  High school to the league nigga\n  Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out\n  'Rari sittin' low, gotta crawl out\n  If that pussy wet, never pull out\n  If that pussy good, buy the mall out\n  Sittin' court side in my court case\n  Drinkin' lean, poppin' pills, heart racin'\n  Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace\n  36 O's, foundation\n  Word around town, I'm the man nigga\n  Breakin' down work to the grams nigga\n  Whip it in the Pan nigga\n  Gettin' money with the fam nigga\n\n  When I got the spaceship\n  Chop the top off, got the brain out\n  Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?\n  All my niggas playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout\n  Smokin' medication, got my bread right\n  Niggas try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em\n  Bitches try to trap us, we ain't gon' 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When I got the spaceship\n  Chop the top off, got the brain out\n  Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?\n  All my niggas playin', we ain't talkin' what that bread bout\n  Smokin' medication, got my bread right\n  Niggas try to stop us, we ain't gon' let 'em\n  Bitches try to trap us, we ain't gon' let 'em\n  Man we just get ready\n  Haah, we just get ready\n"},{"id":15152058,"name":"Dirty Bronx (intro)","trackName":"Dirty Bronx (intro)","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Dirty Bronx Intro","duration":211.149002,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh\nI guess it's that time, huh?\nMontana\n\nAnd I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)\nThat if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)\nAnd I'll use you as a focal point\nSo I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)\n\nAnd I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo)\nBut I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan)\nAnd I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac and Cheese five, ah)\nThat if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)\n\nGet ready to rumble\nWoo\nBye-bye-bye\nAyy, ayy-ayy-ayy\nMontana\n\nFrontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it\nFresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln\nWhat about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?\nHustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?\n\nHaan, man, I had to do it\nMy mom's welfare, my pops blew it\nTried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it\nI been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent\n\nNow she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)\nYeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide\nNow you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\nMan, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n\nI lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\nYou know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\nYeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\nNever that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n\nBarely go gold, I had to dominate\nI'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\nWhatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\nYou from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n\nWhat was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\nMobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\nAnd that was 08, every summer, different hit\nStop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n\nWhat you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute\nMister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty\nBut yeah, you right, New York never played my record\nI went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember)\n\nAnd Chinx is way better than you\nYeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy\nDawg, he was supposed to me\nAnd how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?\nI'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right\n\nOur report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist\nWe in the two percentile when it come to writers\nAin't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists\nFrench Montana, he one of those\n\nNo, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York (thank you)\nClearly, in the country, doing so\nChinx, to me, was always a marketing genius\nHe was always kinda smart (yes, yes you are)\n\nWe always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe just, he was ahead of his time\nIs him and his people again, is like who ever\nThis young, untouchable mob boss from New York","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] Uh\n[00:05.72] I guess it's that time, huh?\n[00:10.52] Montana\n[00:12.55] And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)\n[00:18.72] That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)\n[00:25.96] And I'll use you as a focal point\n[00:32.20] So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)\n[00:39.39] And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo)\n[00:45.95] But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan)\n[00:51.98] And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac and Cheese five, ah)\n[00:59.19] That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)\n[01:07.15] Get ready to rumble\n[01:11.45] Woo\n[01:15.04] Bye-bye-bye\n[01:16.44] Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy\n[01:19.24] Montana\n[01:19.88] Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it\n[01:22.74] Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln\n[01:25.71] What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?\n[01:28.37] Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?\n[01:31.12] Haan, man, I had to do it\n[01:32.72] My mom's welfare, my pops blew it\n[01:34.74] Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it\n[01:37.16] I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent\n[01:39.67] Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)\n[01:42.99] Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide\n[01:46.28] Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\n[01:48.32] Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n[01:51.52] I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\n[01:54.28] You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\n[01:57.18] Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\n[02:00.00] Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n[02:03.20] Barely go gold, I had to dominate\n[02:05.46] I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\n[02:08.33] Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\n[02:11.26] You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n[02:14.22] What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\n[02:17.15] Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\n[02:19.96] And that was 08, every summer, different hit\n[02:23.18] Stop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n[02:25.47] What you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute\n[02:27.96] Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty\n[02:31.07] But yeah, you right, New York never played my record\n[02:33.66] I went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember)\n[02:36.92] And Chinx is way better than you\n[02:38.31] Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy\n[02:41.05] Dawg, he was supposed to me\n[02:42.84] And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?\n[02:46.18] I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right\n[02:51.35] Our report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist\n[02:56.79] We in the two percentile when it come to writers\n[02:59.82] Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists\n[03:04.88] French Montana, he one of those\n[03:07.23] No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York (thank you)\n[03:10.28] Clearly, in the country, doing so\n[03:12.95] Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius\n[03:16.33] He was always kinda smart (yes, yes you are)\n[03:18.77] We always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:20.67] He just, he was ahead of his time\n[03:22.95] Is him and his people again, is like who ever\n[03:25.36] This young, untouchable mob boss from New York\n[03:28.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dirty Bronx (intro)\n  artist: French Montana\n  album: Dirty Bronx Intro\n  duration_ms: 211149\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 1900\n  end_ms: 5720\n- text: I guess it's that time, huh?\n  start_ms: 5720\n  end_ms: 10520\n- text: Montana\n  start_ms: 10520\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 18720\n- text: That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)\n  start_ms: 18720\n  end_ms: 25960\n- text: And I'll use you as a focal point\n  start_ms: 25960\n  end_ms: 32200\n- text: So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)\n  start_ms: 32200\n  end_ms: 39390\n- text: And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo)\n  start_ms: 39390\n  end_ms: 45950\n- text: But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan)\n  start_ms: 45950\n  end_ms: 51980\n- text: And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac and Cheese five, ah)\n  start_ms: 51980\n  end_ms: 59190\n- text: That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)\n  start_ms: 59190\n  end_ms: 67150\n- text: Get ready to rumble\n  start_ms: 67150\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Woo\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 75040\n- text: Bye-bye-bye\n  start_ms: 75040\n  end_ms: 76440\n- text: Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy\n  start_ms: 76440\n  end_ms: 79240\n- text: Montana\n  start_ms: 79240\n  end_ms: 79880\n- text: Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it\n  start_ms: 79880\n  end_ms: 82740\n- text: Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln\n  start_ms: 82740\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 88370\n- text: Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?\n  start_ms: 88370\n  end_ms: 91120\n- text: Haan, man, I had to do it\n  start_ms: 91120\n  end_ms: 92720\n- text: My mom's welfare, my pops blew it\n  start_ms: 92720\n  end_ms: 94740\n- text: Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it\n  start_ms: 94740\n  end_ms: 97160\n- text: I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent\n  start_ms: 97160\n  end_ms: 99670\n- text: Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)\n  start_ms: 99670\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: Yeah, newest right? 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I know you trickin', right?\n  I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right\n\n  Our report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist\n  We in the two percentile when it come to writers\n  Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists\n  French Montana, he one of those\n\n  No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York (thank you)\n  Clearly, in the country, doing so\n  Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius\n  He was always kinda smart (yes, yes you are)\n\n  We always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He just, he was ahead of his time\n  Is him and his people again, is like who ever\n  This young, untouchable mob boss from New York\n"},{"id":21175299,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"French Montana, Stove God Cooks, DJ Drama & Cheeze","albumName":"Intro","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\nJust when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\nWe had to get back in, it's out of control\nThese kids wanna shoot people in the foot\nJust to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n\n(Coke Boy, baby)\nWe ain't been here in a minute\nI guess it was about that time\nWe back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\nOh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\nDJ Drama!\nMontana! (Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\nIf I thought it best to set you free\nWould you hate me? (Would you hate me?)\nYou all ready?\n(Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\nMoney to the plug\nThe plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\nWe paid drought prices to patch the hoes up\nNo love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\nThe cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\nThey say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\nGot the police state to state\nThis shit too real, you can't relate\nYour bitch a freak, she wanna skate\nI want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\nSaid she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\nWord to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\nIn my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\nIntroduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)\nWhy they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (killed us faster)\nYou've mistaken that attention for success\nI've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (baby)\n\nNigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\nAnd you know I'm from the Bronx\nWhere it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\nBenz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy\nOne-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\nThey tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC\nThe pinkie go snowboarding and the chain like Skate Key\n\nThey shot him in Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\nHe thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (damn)\nI made a killin' off the shop-steps\nWater-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\nI kept half a pure, and then I locked the rest\n\nShe ain't ever seen this view, Whoopi Goldberg\nA hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (whole bird)\n30 million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\nSober lately, hard to line me\nReal success is keepin' bars behind me\nClub drop, 60 on me like Kyrie\nFirst week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\nTrail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\nMiller with the Pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\n\nCalifornia 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\nTeeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\nClip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\nAnd them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\nMinor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\nAnd I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\nThat'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\nThey bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, 30 for a block (block)\nCookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nJordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\nOprah in the hood, everybody get a block\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\nOne tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nWelcome to '23\nThe Jordan of this shit\nMixtape king, like LBJ\nCB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\nThe wave's back\nOh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\nYours truly\nI wanna welcome y'all out\nTo none other than somethin' legendary\nCoke Boys 6, suckers\n\nThese kids don't wanna pay no homage\nThey wanna forget who influenced 'em\nYou should let me loose on 'em\nI'll go 'round and enable their basket, you know\nThey can put what they got in their pockets in there\nFives, tens, nickels, dimes\nThey treatin' pennies like they're sure on cash","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n[00:04.22] Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n[00:07.92] We had to get back in, it's out of control\n[00:10.33] These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n[00:12.29] Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n[00:14.78] (Coke Boy, baby)\n[00:18.07] We ain't been here in a minute\n[00:21.25] I guess it was about that time\n[00:25.50] We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n[00:33.13] Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n[00:39.64] DJ Drama!\n[00:42.76] Montana! (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:44.29] Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n[00:46.98] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n[00:48.60] Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n[00:50.29] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n[00:51.76] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n[00:54.14] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n[00:56.89] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n[01:00.39] If I thought it best to set you free\n[01:05.23] Would you hate me? (Would you hate me?)\n[01:07.30] You all ready?\n[01:10.06] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[01:11.09] Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n[01:13.87] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n[01:15.79] Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n[01:17.44] Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n[01:18.80] They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n[01:21.51] Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n[01:23.79] Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n[01:26.21] Money to the plug\n[01:27.42] The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\n[01:30.30] We paid drought prices to patch the hoes up\n[01:32.93] No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\n[01:36.35] The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n[01:39.10] They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)\n[01:40.92] Got the police state to state\n[01:42.62] This shit too real, you can't relate\n[01:44.45] Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate\n[01:46.12] I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)\n[01:47.96] Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n[01:52.70] Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\n[01:55.79] In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)\n[01:59.25] Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to Aspen (Bronx to Aspen)\n[02:02.78] Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress killed us faster (killed us faster)\n[02:06.49] You've mistaken that attention for success\n[02:08.86] I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (baby)\n[02:12.94] Nigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (fuck you)\n[02:14.65] And you know I'm from the Bronx\n[02:16.44] Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\n[02:19.54] Benz black Audi, it's navy, I probably black start goin' crazy\n[02:22.98] One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\n[02:26.54] They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC\n[02:30.11] The pinkie go snowboarding and the chain like Skate Key\n[02:33.07] They shot him in Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\n[02:36.52] He thought he would die big, he end up bein' Gravy (damn)\n[02:40.02] I made a killin' off the shop-steps\n[02:42.34] Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\n[02:44.56] I kept half a pure, and then I locked the rest\n[02:47.17] She ain't ever seen this view, Whoopi Goldberg\n[02:49.79] A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole bird (whole bird)\n[02:53.58] 30 million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)\n[02:56.52] Sober lately, hard to line me\n[02:58.32] Real success is keepin' bars behind me\n[03:00.38] Club drop, 60 on me like Kyrie\n[03:03.38] First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\n[03:07.10] Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\n[03:10.10] Miller with the Pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces\n[03:13.26] California 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\n[03:16.83] Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\n[03:20.46] Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\n[03:23.92] And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\n[03:26.95] Minor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\n[03:30.65] And I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\n[03:33.78] That'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\n[03:37.37] They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n[03:40.56] One o'clock, two o'clock, 30 for a block (block)\n[03:43.57] Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)\n[03:47.46] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[03:50.32] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[03:53.91] Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\n[03:57.55] Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block\n[04:00.94] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[04:03.98] One tapped cellphone, now everybody hot (hot)\n[04:07.65] (Gangsta Grillz)\n[04:09.39] Welcome to '23\n[04:11.92] The Jordan of this shit\n[04:14.68] Mixtape king, like LBJ\n[04:19.83] CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\n[04:25.28] The wave's back\n[04:27.35] Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\n[04:32.13] Yours truly\n[04:34.08] I wanna welcome y'all out\n[04:38.17] To none other than somethin' legendary\n[04:42.36] Coke Boys 6, suckers\n[04:48.07] These kids don't wanna pay no homage\n[04:50.16] They wanna forget who influenced 'em\n[04:51.96] You should let me loose on 'em\n[04:53.56] I'll go 'round and enable their basket, you know\n[04:55.32] They can put what they got in their pockets in there\n[04:57.70] Fives, tens, nickels, dimes\n[05:00.43] They treatin' pennies like they're sure on cash\n[05:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: French Montana, Stove God Cooks, DJ Drama & Cheeze\n  album: Intro\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 4220\n- text: Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n  start_ms: 4220\n  end_ms: 7920\n- text: We had to get back in, it's out of control\n  start_ms: 7920\n  end_ms: 10330\n- text: These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n  start_ms: 10330\n  end_ms: 12290\n- text: Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n  start_ms: 12290\n  end_ms: 14780\n- text: (Coke Boy, baby)\n  start_ms: 14780\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: We ain't been here in a minute\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: I guess it was about that time\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 25500\n- text: We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n  start_ms: 25500\n  end_ms: 33130\n- text: Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n  start_ms: 33130\n  end_ms: 39640\n- text: DJ Drama!\n  start_ms: 39640\n  end_ms: 42760\n- text: Montana! 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(Gangsta Grillz)\n\n  Yeah, sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)\n  You ain't wavy, stay afloat (float)\n  Talkin' snipe, you been the GOAT (GOAT)\n  Jimmy Iovine in the scope (scope)\n  They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)\n  Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)\n  Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yes sir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\n  If I thought it best to set you free\n  Would you hate me? 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(G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Yessir, Coke Boy, baby)\n\nIf I thought it best to set you free\nWould you hate me?\nY'all ready?\n(Gangsta Grillz)\n\nYeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\nYou ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\nTalkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)\nJimmy Iovine in the scope (Scope)\nThey ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (Blood)\nTried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (Fell in love)\nNothin' but love, nothin' but love (Coke Boy, baby)\n\nMoney to the plug\nThe plug die with the money, then the boat sunk\nWe paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up\nNo love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked\nThe cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug\n\nThey say it's love, that shit be fake (That shit be fake)\nGot the police state to state\nThis shit too real, you can't relate\nYour bitch a freak, she wanna skate\nI want a slice, you got the cake (Got the cake)\nSaid she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate\n\nWord to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her\nIn my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa\n(Wiz Khalifa)\nIntroduce me to the plug (Plug), turned the Bronx to\nWhy they worryin' about the drugs?\nThe stress killed us faster (Killed us faster)\nYou've mistaken that attention for success\nI've been ridin' with a carbon lately, wave like Cardi, baby (Baby)\n\nNigga, it's \"Fuck you, pay me\" (Fuck you)\nAnd you know I'm from the Bronx\nWhere it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi'\nBenz black Audi, it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy\nOne-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium\nThey tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)\nThe pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie\n\nThey shot him at Mercedes, screamin' \"Should've paid me\"\nHe thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (Damn)\nI made a killin' off the shop-steps\nWater-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness\nI kept half a pure and then I locked the rest\n\nShe ain't ever seen this view (View), Whoopi Goldberg\nA hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole\nThirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (Hard to find)\nSober lately, hard to line me\nReal success is keepin' bars behind me\nClub drop, sixty on me like Kyrie\nFirst week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)\nTrail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces\nMiller with the paces, Medusa's lyin' faces\n\nCalifornia 'cane, she sat in Fendi pillow cases\nTeeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces\nClip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages\nAnd them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages\nMinor league to the majors, give my word, there's higher wages\nAnd I get high off the za', grabber with the papers\nThat'll probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors\nThey bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors\n\nOne o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (Block)\nCookin' in the spot (Spot), cracked the glass pot (Pot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nJordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks\nOprah in the hood, everybody get a block\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\nOne tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (Hot)\n\n(Gangsta Grillz)\nWelcome to '23\nThe Jordan of this shit\nMixtape king, like LBJ\nCB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy\nThe wave's back\nOh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride\nYours truly\nI wanna welcome y'all out\nTo none other than somethin' legendary\nCoke Boys 6, suckers\n\nThese kids don't wanna pay no homage\nThey wanna forget who influenced 'em\nYou should let me loose on 'em\nI'll go 'round the neighbour with a basket, you know\nThey can put what they got in their pockets in there\nFives, tens, nickels, dimes\nThey treatin' pennies like they're sword carved ball","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] (Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)\n[00:04.49] Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in\n[00:08.27] We had to get back in [?], it's out of control\n[00:10.58] These kids wanna shoot people in the foot\n[00:12.18] Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner\n[00:14.81] Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)\n[00:18.33] If your beauty I'd no longer see\n[00:19.18] Haha, we ain't been here in a minute\n[00:21.36] I guess it was about that time\n[00:24.07] Would you leave me, pretty baby?\n[00:26.51] We back at it, Coke Boys 6, the god's here\n[00:31.74] And if I thought it best to set you free, yeah\n[00:35.12] Oh, yeah, after this, the price is goin' up, like the '80s\n[00:36.97] Would you hate me?\n[00:39.82] DJ Drama\n[00:42.55] Montana (Gangsta Grillz)\n[00:44.48] If you would, please tell me now, so I can\n[00:44.74] Yeah (Yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (Dope)\n[00:47.20] You ain't wavy, stay afloat (Float)\n[00:48.85] Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. 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guess it's that time, huh?\nMontana\n\nAnd I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)\nThat if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)\nAnd I'll use you as a focal point\nSo I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)\n\nAnd I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo)\nBut I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan)\nAnd I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac and Cheese five, ah)\nThat if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)\n\nGet ready to rumble\nWoo\nBye-bye-bye\nAyy, ayy-ayy-ayy\nMontana\n\nFrontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it\nFresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln\nWhat about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?\nHustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?\n\nHaan, man, I had to do it\nMy mom's welfare, my pops blew it\nTried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it\nI been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent\n\nNow she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)\nYeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide\nNow you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\nMan, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n\nI lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\nYou know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\nYeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\nNever that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n\nBarely go gold, I had to dominate\nI'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\nWhatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\nYou from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n\nWhat was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\nMobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\nAnd that was 08, every summer, different hit\nStop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n\nWhat you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute\nMister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty\nBut yeah, you right, New York never played my record\nI went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember)\n\nAnd Chinx is way better than you\nYeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy\nDawg, he was supposed to me\nAnd how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?\nI'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right\n\nOur report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist\nWe in the two percentile when it come to writers\nAin't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists\nFrench Montana, he one of those\n\nNo, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York (thank you)\nClearly, in the country, doing so\nChinx, to me, was always a marketing genius\nHe was always kinda smart (yes, yes you are)\n\nWe always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe just, he was ahead of his time\nIs him and his people again, is like who ever\nThis young, untouchable mob boss from New York","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] Uh\n[00:05.70] I guess it's that time, huh?\n[00:10.32] Montana\n[00:12.59] And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)\n[00:18.85] That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)\n[00:26.03] And I'll use you as a focal point\n[00:32.32] So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)\n[00:39.43] And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo)\n[00:45.99] But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan)\n[00:52.48] And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac and Cheese five, ah)\n[00:59.05] That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye)\n[01:06.24] Get ready to rumble\n[01:11.41] Woo\n[01:14.95] Bye-bye-bye\n[01:16.30] Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy\n[01:19.39] Montana\n[01:20.06] Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it\n[01:22.79] Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln\n[01:25.74] What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?\n[01:28.39] Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?\n[01:31.13] Haan, man, I had to do it\n[01:32.76] My mom's welfare, my pops blew it\n[01:34.67] Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it\n[01:37.21] I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent\n[01:39.66] Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)\n[01:43.05] Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide\n[01:46.34] Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\n[01:48.39] Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n[01:51.35] I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\n[01:54.50] You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\n[01:57.22] Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\n[02:00.04] Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n[02:02.78] Barely go gold, I had to dominate\n[02:05.75] I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\n[02:08.03] Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\n[02:11.03] You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n[02:14.59] What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\n[02:17.36] Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\n[02:19.95] And that was 08, every summer, different hit\n[02:23.18] Stop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n[02:25.33] What you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute\n[02:27.82] Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty\n[02:30.72] But yeah, you right, New York never played my record\n[02:33.74] I went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember)\n[02:36.47] And Chinx is way better than you\n[02:38.32] Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy\n[02:41.13] Dawg, he was supposed to me\n[02:42.54] And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?\n[02:46.21] I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right\n[02:51.37] Our report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist\n[02:56.82] We in the two percentile when it come to writers\n[02:59.34] Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists\n[03:04.84] French Montana, he one of those\n[03:07.28] No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York (thank you)\n[03:10.35] Clearly, in the country, doing so\n[03:12.99] Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius\n[03:16.15] He was always kinda smart (yes, yes you are)\n[03:18.79] We always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:20.58] He just, he was ahead of his time\n[03:22.88] Is him and his people again, is like who ever\n[03:25.18] This young, untouchable mob boss from New York\n[03:28.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dirty Bronx Intro\n  artist: French Montana/Amber Run\n  album: Dirty Bronx Intro\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5740\n  words:\n  - 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I remember when you used to slide\n[01:46.34] Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\n[01:48.39] Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n[01:51.35] I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\n[01:54.50] You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\n[01:57.22] Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\n[02:00.04] Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n[02:02.78] Barely go gold, I had to dominate\n[02:05.75] I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\n[02:08.03] Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\n[02:11.03] You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n[02:14.59] What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\n[02:17.36] Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\n[02:19.95] And that was 08, every summer, different hit\n[02:23.18] Stop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n[02:25.33] What you got? 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I remember when you used to slide\n  Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right\n  Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me\n\n  I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)\n  You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records\n  Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features\n  Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature\n\n  Barely go gold, I had to dominate\n  I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)\n  Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African\n  You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it\n\n  What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)\n  Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash\n  And that was 08, every summer, different hit\n  Stop, Max put you on, you make me sick\n\n  What you got? 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Donkey\n"},{"id":19707522,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Coke Boys Tour","duration":45.6359179,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I had a dream\nAbout my old school\nAnd she was there all pink and gold and glittery\nI threw my arms around her legs\n(This the\nCame to me, came to me...\nBroke nigga dreams\nTurn a rich nigga nightmares\nCheck, Montana, cheese, flip, dream team\nMontana!\nThere they go\nCan't fuck with us man\n\n(Only if for the night, only if for the night)\n\nWe the hottest in the game, how I feel\nYou ain't fuckin with my team's how I feel\nYou tell your bitch I call her when I feel\nKill you fuck niggas any time I feel like it\nLiving for the night\nAnd I don't give a fuck if it's only for the night, dog\nFeelin' it\nAbout the time to go in\nNigga this that dope boy anthem\nDog, feeling it\nAbout the time to go in\nMontana!\n\nStarted do or die, now the doors suicide\nLaws get you crucified, 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You ain't fuckin with my team's how I feel\n  You tell your bitch I call her when I feel\n  Kill you fuck niggas any time I feel like it\n  Living for the night\n  And I don't give a fuck if it's only for the night, dog\n  Feelin' it\n  About the time to go in\n  Nigga this that dope boy anthem\n  Dog, feeling it\n  About the time to go in\n  Montana!\n\n  Started do or die, now the doors suicide\n  Laws get you crucified, niggas choosing sides\n  Climbing up the ladder with a blatter full of drank\n  Work in the attic, mathematics fuck the banks\n  Can't die with it, all this money I'mma blow\n  I'mma stack it to the ceiling that Ferrari sitting low\n  Baby mama drama, hundred missed calls\n  Niggas talking about their drama, I wake up in the morning nigga\n  Everybody wondering, can I live?\n  Give a fuck about your mom's how I feel\n  When you ballin everybody want a part nigga\n  But even your shadow gon leave you when it's dark nigga\n  Can't beat it, I'm what the game needed\n  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trial, beat it\n  Nothing to lose tattoo'd around my gun wound\n  Gonna point the best out and we gon' run through em\n  And they gon get it how it's coming to em\n  His own mama won't recognize him, what it's done to him\n  Back against the wind, just me against the world baby\n  Body numb, full of drugs, help my nerves baby\n  Montana Mike when it's crunch time\n  I done seen death twice, ducking 1 time\n\n  PJ's to the PJ\n  Can't fuck with us man\n  You niggas washed up\n  Niggas don't wanna wake up and look like him\n  Donkey\n"},{"id":19301187,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"French Montana","albumName":"Coke Boys 3","duration":166.817959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And I had a dream\nAbout my old school\nAnd she was there all pink and gold and glittery\nI threw my arms around her legs\n(This the\nCame to me, came to me...\nBroke nigga dreams\nTurn a rich nigga nightmares\nCheck, Montana, cheese, flip, dream team\nMontana!\nThere they 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or die, now the doors suicide\n  Laws get you crucified, niggas choosing sides\n  Climbing up the ladder with a blatter full of drank\n  Work in the attic, mathematics fuck the banks\n  Can't die with it, all this money I'mma blow\n  I'mma stack it to the ceiling that Ferrari sitting low\n  Baby mama drama, hundred missed calls\n  Niggas talking about their drama, I wake up in the morning nigga\n  Everybody wondering, can I live?\n  Give a fuck about your mom's how I feel\n  When you ballin everybody want a part nigga\n  But even your shadow gon leave you when it's dark nigga\n  Can't beat it, I'm what the game needed\n  Told my nigga boss Don gon take it to trial, beat it\n  Nothing to lose tattoo'd around my gun wound\n  Gonna point the best out and we gon' run through em\n  And they gon get it how it's coming to em\n  His own mama won't recognize him, what it's done to him\n  Back against the wind, just me against the world baby\n  Body numb, full of drugs, help my nerves baby\n  Montana Mike when it's crunch time\n  I done seen death twice, ducking 1 time\n\n  PJ's to the PJ\n  Can't fuck with us man\n  You niggas washed up\n  Niggas don't wanna wake up and look like him\n  Donkey\n"}]