[{"id":35179910,"name":"Future - Hardly (Audio)","trackName":"Future - Hardly (Audio)","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Future","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember, it was New Years.\nWe was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga\n\nDouble D was there.\nI started sayin' look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla\n\nand shit. Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that super Future, fire marshall Future\n\nFuture Hendrix, you know the whistle,\nyou understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm\nsayin'?\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nGutta nigga to the dirt\nMargiela my fur\n\nI was overdosin' on percs\nWakin' up, drankin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas, my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael Js\nWash the molly down with champagne\nWash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\n(ayyy)\n\nCrack in the bushes\nI'm tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas, come get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\nI turned the whole world up\nNow they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\nThey'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up\nAnd put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin'\n(yeehh) (yeehh)\nI spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\nHope my legacy live on\n\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Future - Hardly (Audio)\n  artist: Future\n  album: Future\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I remember, it was New Years.\n  We was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga\n\n  Double D was there.\n  I started sayin' look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla\n\n  and shit. Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  This that super Future, fire marshall Future\n\n  Future Hendrix, you know the whistle,\n  you understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm\n  sayin'?\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Gutta nigga to the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n\n  I was overdosin' on percs\n  Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas, my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n  Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  (ayyy)\n\n  Crack in the bushes\n  I'm tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  I turned the whole world up\n  Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up\n  And put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin'\n  (yeehh) (yeehh)\n  I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  Hope my legacy live on\n\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n"},{"id":9877886,"name":"Hardly","trackName":"Hardly","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Future","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember it was New Year's\nYou was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\nFor real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\nYou know, the Wizard, you understand me?\nYou dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nGutter nigga 'til the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nAlmost overdosin' on Percs\nWakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael J's\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nCrack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\nI turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\nI spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] I remember it was New Year's\n[00:06.19] You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:11.03] I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n[00:15.05] For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.94] This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n[00:23.38] You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n[00:25.44] You dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n[00:28.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:31.94] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[00:36.90] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[00:42.38] Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n[00:44.47] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.02] Almost overdosin' on Percs\n[00:47.73] Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n[00:49.32] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.21] Balenciagas my proteges\n[00:53.19] I wear them shits like Michael J's\n[00:54.81] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:58.43] Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:01.67] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:05.46] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.82] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.62] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[01:19.38] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[01:25.39] Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.40] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.03] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:31.96] Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n[01:33.96] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.59] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.32] All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.88] I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.58] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:46.36] Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.83] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.63] Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n[01:53.64] I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.57] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.79] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:09.98] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:13.93] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:17.46] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:21.10] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:21.77] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.99] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[02:30.51] Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n[02:33.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Future\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember it was New Year's\n  start_ms: 3620\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 25440\n- text: You dig? 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You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\n  Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n  Almost overdosin' on Percs\n  Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael J's\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n\n  Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\n  Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\n  I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\n  I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\n  Hope my legacy live on\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n"},{"id":14631550,"name":"Hardly [Prod. By Southside]","trackName":"Hardly [Prod. By Southside]","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Future - Monster","duration":156.764025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember it was New Year's\nYou was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\nFor real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\nYou know, the Wizard, you understand me?\nYou dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nGutter nigga 'til the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nAlmost overdosin' on Percs\nWakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael J's\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nCrack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\nI turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\nI spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] I remember it was New Year's\n[00:06.19] You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:11.03] I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n[00:15.05] For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.94] This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n[00:23.38] You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n[00:25.44] You dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n[00:28.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:31.94] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[00:36.90] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[00:42.38] Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n[00:44.47] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.02] Almost overdosin' on Percs\n[00:47.73] Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n[00:49.32] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.21] Balenciagas my proteges\n[00:53.19] I wear them shits like Michael J's\n[00:54.81] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:58.43] Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:01.67] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:05.46] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.82] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.62] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[01:19.38] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[01:25.39] Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.40] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.03] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:31.96] Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n[01:33.96] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.59] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.32] All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.88] I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.58] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:46.36] Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.83] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.63] Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n[01:53.64] I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.57] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.79] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:09.98] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:13.93] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:17.46] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:21.10] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:21.77] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.99] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[02:30.51] Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n[02:33.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly [Prod. 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You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n  start_ms: 25440\n  end_ms: 28120\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 28120\n  end_ms: 31940\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  start_ms: 31940\n  end_ms: 36900\n- text: Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n  start_ms: 36900\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 44470\n- text: Margiela my fur\n  start_ms: 44470\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Almost overdosin' on Percs\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 47730\n- text: Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n  start_ms: 47730\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 51210\n- text: Balenciagas my proteges\n  start_ms: 51210\n  end_ms: 53190\n- text: I wear them shits like Michael J's\n  start_ms: 53190\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: Wash the molly down with champagne\n  start_ms: 54810\n  end_ms: 58430\n- text: Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n  start_ms: 58430\n  end_ms: 61670\n- text: Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  start_ms: 61670\n  end_ms: 65460\n- text: Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  start_ms: 65460\n  end_ms: 70820\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 70820\n  end_ms: 74620\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  start_ms: 74620\n  end_ms: 79380\n- text: Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n  start_ms: 79380\n  end_ms: 85390\n- text: Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  start_ms: 85390\n  end_ms: 88400\n- text: Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  start_ms: 88400\n  end_ms: 90030\n- text: I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  start_ms: 90030\n  end_ms: 91960\n- text: Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n  start_ms: 91960\n  end_ms: 93960\n- text: All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  start_ms: 93960\n  end_ms: 95590\n- text: All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  start_ms: 95590\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 98880\n- text: I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  start_ms: 98880\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 106360\n- text: Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n  start_ms: 106360\n  end_ms: 109830\n- text: Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  start_ms: 109830\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 113640\n- text: I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  start_ms: 113640\n  end_ms: 117570\n- text: I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  start_ms: 117570\n  end_ms: 121150\n- text: I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  start_ms: 121150\n  end_ms: 124790\n- text: Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  start_ms: 124790\n  end_ms: 129980\n- text: Hope my legacy live on\n  start_ms: 129980\n  end_ms: 133930\n- text: That's why I wrote this song\n  start_ms: 133930\n  end_ms: 137460\n- text: I ain't have to write this song\n  start_ms: 137460\n  end_ms: 141100\n- text: Future Hendrix is forever\n  start_ms: 141100\n  end_ms: 141770\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 141770\n  end_ms: 145990\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  start_ms: 145990\n  end_ms: 150510\n- text: Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n  start_ms: 150510\n  end_ms: 153480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153480\nplain: |-\n  I remember it was New Year's\n  You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n  I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n  For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n  You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n  You dig? 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Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCall them niggas to the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nI was overdosin' on percs\nWakin' up, drankin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas, my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael Js\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCrack in the bushes\nI'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas, come get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\nI turned the whole world up\nNow they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\nThey'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up\nAnd put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin'\nI spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.08] I remember, it was New Years,\n[00:05.36] YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:10.27] I started sayin' Louis V.\n[00:12.71] Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n[00:14.55] Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:18.82] This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n[00:24.28] You know the whistle,\n[00:24.82] You understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n[00:27.95] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:32.19] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[00:37.33] You know I hardly forget anything\n[00:43.99] Call them niggas to the dirt\n[00:44.76] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.06] I was overdosin' on percs\n[00:47.61] Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n[00:49.18] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.37] Balenciagas, my proteges\n[00:52.90] I wear them shits like Michael Js\n[00:54.72] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:56.61] Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:00.02] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:04.39] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.72] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[01:20.24] You know I hardly forget anything\n[01:25.45] Crack in the bushes\n[01:26.71] I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.31] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.15] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:32.01] Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n[01:33.84] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.43] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.27] All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.81] I turned the whole world up\n[01:40.43] Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.22] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n[01:44.33] They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:45.91] Remember them days I had to load it up\n[01:47.95] And put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.58] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.11] Remember we take for somethin'\n[01:53.28] I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.49] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.24] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:07.90] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:11.84] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:15.42] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:18.90] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:22.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[02:29.52] You know I hardly forget anything.\n[02:33.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember, it was New Years,\n  start_ms: 4080\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 5360\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: I started sayin' Louis V.\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14550\n- text: Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 14550\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: You know the whistle,\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 24820\n- text: You understand me? 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Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Call them niggas to the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n  I was overdosin' on percs\n  Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas, my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n\n  Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Crack in the bushes\n  I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  I turned the whole world up\n  Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up\n  And put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin'\n  I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  Hope my legacy live on\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything.\n"},{"id":31729719,"name":"Hardly","trackName":"Hardly","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Monster","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember, it was New Years,\nYOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin' Louis V.\nChinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\nReal, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\nYou know the whistle,\nYou understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCall them niggas to the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nI was overdosin' on percs\nWakin' up, drankin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas, my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael Js\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCrack in the bushes\nI'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas, come get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\nI turned the whole world up\nNow they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\nThey'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up\nAnd put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin'\nI spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.08] I remember, it was New Years,\n[00:05.36] YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:10.27] I started sayin' Louis V.\n[00:12.71] Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n[00:14.55] Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:18.82] This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n[00:24.28] You know the whistle,\n[00:24.82] You understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n[00:27.95] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:32.19] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[00:37.33] You know I hardly forget anything\n[00:43.99] Call them niggas to the dirt\n[00:44.76] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.06] I was overdosin' on percs\n[00:47.61] Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n[00:49.18] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.37] Balenciagas, my proteges\n[00:52.90] I wear them shits like Michael Js\n[00:54.72] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:56.61] Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:00.02] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:04.39] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.72] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[01:20.24] You know I hardly forget anything\n[01:25.45] Crack in the bushes\n[01:26.71] I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.31] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.15] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:32.01] Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n[01:33.84] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.43] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.27] All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.81] I turned the whole world up\n[01:40.43] Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.22] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n[01:44.33] They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:45.91] Remember them days I had to load it up\n[01:47.95] And put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.58] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.11] Remember we take for somethin'\n[01:53.28] I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.49] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.24] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:07.90] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:11.84] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:15.42] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:18.90] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:22.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[02:29.52] You know I hardly forget anything.\n[02:33.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember, it was New Years,\n  start_ms: 4080\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 5360\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: I started sayin' Louis V.\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14550\n- text: Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 14550\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: You know the whistle,\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 24820\n- text: You understand me? 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Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Call them niggas to the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n  I was overdosin' on percs\n  Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas, my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n\n  Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Crack in the bushes\n  I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  I turned the whole world up\n  Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up\n  And put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin'\n  I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  Hope my legacy live on\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything.\n"},{"id":17454633,"name":"Hardly","trackName":"Hardly","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Monster","duration":160.137,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember, it was New Years.\nWe was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga\n\nDouble D was there.\nI started sayin' look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla\n\nand shit. Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that super Future, fire marshall Future\n\nFuture Hendrix, you know the whistle,\nyou understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm\nsayin'?\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nGutta nigga to the dirt\nMargiela my fur\n\nI was overdosin' on percs\nWakin' up, drankin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas, my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael Js\nWash the molly down with champagne\nWash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\n(ayyy)\n\nCrack in the bushes\nI'm tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas, come get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\nI turned the whole world up\nNow they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\nThey'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up\nAnd put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin'\n(yeehh) (yeehh)\nI spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\nHope my legacy live on\n\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster\n  duration_ms: 160137\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I remember, it was New Years.\n  We was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga\n\n  Double D was there.\n  I started sayin' look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla\n\n  and shit. Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  This that super Future, fire marshall Future\n\n  Future Hendrix, you know the whistle,\n  you understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm\n  sayin'?\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Gutta nigga to the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n\n  I was overdosin' on percs\n  Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas, my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n  Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  (ayyy)\n\n  Crack in the bushes\n  I'm tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  I turned the whole world up\n  Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up\n  And put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin'\n  (yeehh) (yeehh)\n  I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  Hope my legacy live on\n\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n"},{"id":15018849,"name":"Hardly","trackName":"Hardly","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Monster (2019 Re-Release)","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember it was New Year's\nYou was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\nFor real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\nYou know, the Wizard, you understand me?\nYou dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nGutter nigga 'til the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nAlmost overdosin' on Percs\nWakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael J's\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nCrack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\nI turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\nI spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] I remember it was New Year's\n[00:06.19] You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:11.03] I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n[00:15.05] For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.94] This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n[00:23.38] You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n[00:25.44] You dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n[00:28.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:31.94] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[00:36.90] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[00:42.38] Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n[00:44.47] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.02] Almost overdosin' on Percs\n[00:47.73] Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n[00:49.32] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.21] Balenciagas my proteges\n[00:53.19] I wear them shits like Michael J's\n[00:54.81] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:58.43] Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:01.67] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:05.46] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.82] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.62] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[01:19.38] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[01:25.39] Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.40] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.03] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:31.96] Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n[01:33.96] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.59] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.32] All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.88] I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.58] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:46.36] Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.83] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.63] Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n[01:53.64] I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.57] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.79] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:09.98] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:13.93] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:17.46] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:21.10] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:21.77] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.99] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[02:30.51] Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n[02:33.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster (2019 Re-Release)\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember it was New Year's\n  start_ms: 3620\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 25440\n- text: You dig? 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Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCall them niggas to the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nI was overdosin' on percs\nWakin' up, drankin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas, my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael Js\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything\n\nCrack in the bushes\nI'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas, come get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\nI turned the whole world up\nNow they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\nThey'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up\nAnd put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin'\nI spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\nYou know I hardly forget anything.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.08] I remember, it was New Years,\n[00:05.36] YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:10.27] I started sayin' Louis V.\n[00:12.71] Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n[00:14.55] Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:18.82] This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n[00:24.28] You know the whistle,\n[00:24.82] You understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n[00:27.95] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:32.19] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[00:37.33] You know I hardly forget anything\n[00:43.99] Call them niggas to the dirt\n[00:44.76] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.06] I was overdosin' on percs\n[00:47.61] Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n[00:49.18] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.37] Balenciagas, my proteges\n[00:52.90] I wear them shits like Michael Js\n[00:54.72] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:56.61] Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:00.02] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:04.39] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.72] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[01:20.24] You know I hardly forget anything\n[01:25.45] Crack in the bushes\n[01:26.71] I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.31] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.15] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:32.01] Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n[01:33.84] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.43] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.27] All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.81] I turned the whole world up\n[01:40.43] Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.22] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n[01:44.33] They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:45.91] Remember them days I had to load it up\n[01:47.95] And put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.58] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.11] Remember we take for somethin'\n[01:53.28] I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.49] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.24] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:07.90] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:11.84] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:15.42] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:18.90] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:22.56] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n[02:29.52] You know I hardly forget anything.\n[02:33.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember, it was New Years,\n  start_ms: 4080\n  end_ms: 5360\n- text: YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 5360\n  end_ms: 10270\n- text: I started sayin' Louis V.\n  start_ms: 10270\n  end_ms: 12710\n- text: Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n  start_ms: 12710\n  end_ms: 14550\n- text: Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 14550\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: You know the whistle,\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 24820\n- text: You understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 24820\n  end_ms: 27950\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 27950\n  end_ms: 32190\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  start_ms: 32190\n  end_ms: 37330\n- text: You know I hardly forget anything\n  start_ms: 37330\n  end_ms: 43990\n- text: Call them niggas to the dirt\n  start_ms: 43990\n  end_ms: 44760\n- text: Margiela my fur\n  start_ms: 44760\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: I was overdosin' on percs\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 47610\n- text: Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  start_ms: 47610\n  end_ms: 49180\n- text: Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  start_ms: 49180\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: Balenciagas, my proteges\n  start_ms: 51370\n  end_ms: 52900\n- text: I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  start_ms: 52900\n  end_ms: 54720\n- text: Wash the molly down with champagne\n  start_ms: 54720\n  end_ms: 56610\n- text: Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  start_ms: 56610\n  end_ms: 60020\n- text: Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  start_ms: 60020\n  end_ms: 64390\n- text: Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  start_ms: 64390\n  end_ms: 70560\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 70560\n  end_ms: 74720\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  start_ms: 74720\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: You know I hardly forget anything\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Crack in the bushes\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 86710\n- text: I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  start_ms: 86710\n  end_ms: 88310\n- text: Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  start_ms: 88310\n  end_ms: 90150\n- text: I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  start_ms: 90150\n  end_ms: 92010\n- text: Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  start_ms: 92010\n  end_ms: 93840\n- text: All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  start_ms: 93840\n  end_ms: 95430\n- text: All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  start_ms: 95430\n  end_ms: 97270\n- text: All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  start_ms: 97270\n  end_ms: 98810\n- text: I turned the whole world up\n  start_ms: 98810\n  end_ms: 100430\n- text: Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  start_ms: 100430\n  end_ms: 102220\n- text: These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  start_ms: 102220\n  end_ms: 104330\n- text: They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  start_ms: 104330\n  end_ms: 105910\n- text: Remember them days I had to load it up\n  start_ms: 105910\n  end_ms: 107950\n- text: And put on my mask for somethin'\n  start_ms: 107950\n  end_ms: 109580\n- text: Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  start_ms: 109580\n  end_ms: 111110\n- text: Remember we take for somethin'\n  start_ms: 111110\n  end_ms: 113280\n- text: I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  start_ms: 113280\n  end_ms: 117490\n- text: I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  start_ms: 117490\n  end_ms: 121150\n- text: I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  start_ms: 121150\n  end_ms: 124240\n- text: Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  start_ms: 124240\n  end_ms: 127900\n- text: Hope my legacy live on\n  start_ms: 127900\n  end_ms: 131840\n- text: That's why I wrote this song\n  start_ms: 131840\n  end_ms: 135420\n- text: I ain't have to write this song\n  start_ms: 135420\n  end_ms: 138900\n- text: Future Hendrix is forever\n  start_ms: 138900\n  end_ms: 142560\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  start_ms: 142560\n  end_ms: 145120\n- text: Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  start_ms: 145120\n  end_ms: 149520\n- text: You know I hardly forget anything.\n  start_ms: 149520\n  end_ms: 153240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 153240\nplain: |-\n  I remember, it was New Years,\n  YOu was in the studio when I did \"Chosen\", my nigga Double D was there\n  I started sayin' Louis V.\n  Chinchilla 'cause he had the chinchilla and shit\n  Real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  This that super Future, fire marshal Future, Future Hendrix,\n  You know the whistle,\n  You understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Call them niggas to the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n  I was overdosin' on percs\n  Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas, my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael Js\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n\n  Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything\n\n  Crack in the bushes\n  I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it\n  I turned the whole world up\n  Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it\n  They'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up\n  And put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin'\n  I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n  Hope my legacy live on\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything\n  You know I hardly forget anything.\n"},{"id":13256895,"name":"Hardly [Explicit]","trackName":"Hardly [Explicit]","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Monster [Explicit]","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember it was New Year's\nYou was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\nFor real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\nYou know, the Wizard, you understand me?\nYou dig? 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You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n[00:28.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:31.94] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[00:36.90] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[00:42.38] Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n[00:44.47] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.02] Almost overdosin' on Percs\n[00:47.73] Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n[00:49.32] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.21] Balenciagas my proteges\n[00:53.19] I wear them shits like Michael J's\n[00:54.81] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:58.43] Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:01.67] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:05.46] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.82] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.62] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[01:19.38] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[01:25.39] Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.40] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.03] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:31.96] Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n[01:33.96] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.59] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.32] All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.88] I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.58] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:46.36] Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.83] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.63] Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n[01:53.64] I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.57] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.79] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:09.98] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:13.93] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:17.46] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:21.10] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:21.77] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.99] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[02:30.51] Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n[02:33.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly [Explicit]\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 158000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember it was New Year's\n  start_ms: 3620\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 25440\n- text: You dig? 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You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nGutter nigga 'til the dirt\nMargiela my fur\nAlmost overdosin' on Percs\nWakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\nBentley Spur with the curtains\nBalenciagas my proteges\nI wear them shits like Michael J's\nWash the molly down with champagne\n\nWash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\nHope it take away all this damn pain\nHope it take away all this damn pain\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\nCrack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\nEvery day hustlin', I gotta go get it\nI gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\nLong as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\nAll of my love, I gave it to my city\nAll of that game you gave me, can't forget it\nAll that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\nI turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\nThese niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\nRemember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\nRemember we juuged for somethin'\nRemember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\nI spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\nI pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\nI'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\nTryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\nHope my legacy live on\nThat's why I wrote this song\nI ain't have to write this song\nFuture Hendrix is forever\n\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\nHardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\nKnow I hardly forget anything, you know","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] I remember it was New Year's\n[00:06.19] You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n[00:11.03] I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n[00:15.05] For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.94] This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n[00:23.38] You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n[00:25.44] You dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n[00:28.12] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[00:31.94] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[00:36.90] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[00:42.38] Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n[00:44.47] Margiela my fur\n[00:46.02] Almost overdosin' on Percs\n[00:47.73] Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n[00:49.32] Bentley Spur with the curtains\n[00:51.21] Balenciagas my proteges\n[00:53.19] I wear them shits like Michael J's\n[00:54.81] Wash the molly down with champagne\n[00:58.43] Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n[01:01.67] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:05.46] Hope it take away all this damn pain\n[01:10.82] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[01:14.62] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[01:19.38] Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n[01:25.39] Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n[01:28.40] Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n[01:30.03] I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n[01:31.96] Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n[01:33.96] All of my love, I gave it to my city\n[01:35.59] All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n[01:37.32] All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n[01:38.88] I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n[01:42.58] These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n[01:46.36] Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n[01:49.83] Remember we juuged for somethin'\n[01:51.63] Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n[01:53.64] I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n[01:57.57] I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n[02:01.15] I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n[02:04.79] Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n[02:09.98] Hope my legacy live on\n[02:13.93] That's why I wrote this song\n[02:17.46] I ain't have to write this song\n[02:21.10] Future Hendrix is forever\n[02:21.77] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n[02:25.99] Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n[02:30.51] Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n[02:33.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardly (Prod By Southside)\n  artist: Future\n  album: Monster\n  duration_ms: 164702\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I remember it was New Year's\n  start_ms: 3620\n  end_ms: 6190\n- text: You was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\n  start_ms: 6190\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: I started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: For real, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: You know, the Wizard, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 25440\n- text: You dig? 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You dig what I'm sayin', man?\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\n  Gutter nigga 'til the dirt\n  Margiela my fur\n  Almost overdosin' on Percs\n  Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup\n  Bentley Spur with the curtains\n  Balenciagas my proteges\n  I wear them shits like Michael J's\n  Wash the molly down with champagne\n\n  Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n  Hope it take away all this damn pain\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy\n\n  Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme\n  Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it\n  I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream\n  Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it\n  All of my love, I gave it to my city\n  All of that game you gave me, can't forget it\n  All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it\n\n  I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'\n  These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin'\n  Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin'\n  Remember we juuged for somethin'\n  Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah\n\n  I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it\n  I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit\n  I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons\n  Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on\n\n  Hope my legacy live on\n  That's why I wrote this song\n  I ain't have to write this song\n  Future Hendrix is forever\n\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly\n  Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything\n  Know I hardly forget anything, you know\n"},{"id":22100402,"name":"Hardly (Prod By Southside)","trackName":"Hardly (Prod By Southside)","artistName":"Future","albumName":"Monster","duration":156.7347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I remember it was New Year's\nYou was in the studio when I did \"Chosen One\", my nigga Double D was there\nI started sayin', \"Louis V chinchilla,\" 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit\nFor real, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThis that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix\nYou know, the Wizard, you understand me?\nYou dig? 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