[{"id":951785,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"G Herbo","albumName":"Strictly 4 My Fans","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G Herbo\nYeah, man\nI know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\nThey know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\nYou know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nIt meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n\nAnd, alot of time my fans try to say with music\nI wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\nAin't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\nThe way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\nYou know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\nIt's a meaning behind why I give it you\nWhen I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n\nLook, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\nAnd everytime you and try and kill him\nWhy it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\nI heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\nGo broke now 999 count up a thousand times\nAnd these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\nWhat if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\nBeen on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\nMeanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\nSmoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\nAnd if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\nI can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\nAnd I'm for the people\nBut I'm not the most\nBitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\nLive and I die by the code\nMy niggas ride by the code die for the code\nShit I did time for the code\nIf the folks pack up and say they come get me now\nBefore I rat I'ma lie down and roll\nLay down and die before I fold\n\nHoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\nEverybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\nPromoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n25 thousand too high for a show\nThe less you in town the less shots that I hear\nAt least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\nGang\n\nGang gang, ay, G Herbo man\nAy, nah for real though, really\nThe reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\nIs, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\nThe reason why I get the motivation\n'Cause I be going through my comments\nAll type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\nAnd motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\nJust the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\nYou know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\nThrough certain types of situations and other shit and\nI'm still having fun with this shit you know\nSo that's why I really just put this shit together man\nStrictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\nFor the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\nA lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nAs far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\nIt's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.46] G Herbo\n[00:06.08] Yeah, man\n[00:06.59] I know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\n[00:10.47] They know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\n[00:13.90] You know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\n[00:16.93] You know what I'm sayin'\n[00:17.31] It meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n[00:20.51] And, alot of time my fans try to say with music\n[00:23.48] I wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\n[00:25.20] Ain't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\n[00:28.95] The way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\n[00:32.05] You know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\n[00:34.65] It's a meaning behind why I give it you\n[00:36.15] When I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n[00:39.78] Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\n[00:43.22] And everytime you and try and kill him\n[00:45.02] Why it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\n[00:47.23] I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\n[00:50.58] Go broke now 999 count up a thousand times\n[00:54.03] And these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n[00:56.70] What if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n[01:00.12] 'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\n[01:03.33] Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\n[01:06.88] Meanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\n[01:10.17] Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\n[01:13.36] And if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\n[01:16.89] I can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n[01:19.93] And I'm for the people\n[01:21.57] But I'm not the most\n[01:22.56] Bitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\n[01:24.45] Live and I die by the code\n[01:25.93] My niggas ride by the code die for the code\n[01:27.85] Shit I did time for the code\n[01:29.24] If the folks pack up and say they come get me now\n[01:31.00] Before I rat I'ma lie down and roll\n[01:32.76] Lay down and die before I fold\n[01:33.87] Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\n[01:36.01] Everybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\n[01:39.08] Promoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n[01:41.15] 25 thousand too high for a show\n[01:42.61] The less you in town the less shots that I hear\n[01:44.23] At least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\n[01:46.81] Gang\n[01:47.77] Gang gang, ay, G Herbo man\n[01:52.59] Ay, nah for real though, really\n[01:54.99] The reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\n[01:58.59] Is, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\n[02:03.22] The reason why I get the motivation\n[02:04.73] 'Cause I be going through my comments\n[02:06.38] All type of shit on Instagram, you know\n[02:07.95] And motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\n[02:11.14] Just the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\n[02:13.20] You know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\n[02:15.39] Through certain types of situations and other shit and\n[02:17.52] I'm still having fun with this shit you know\n[02:19.49] So that's why I really just put this shit together man\n[02:21.75] Strictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\n[02:23.22] For the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n[02:27.21] 'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\n[02:27.72] A lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\n[02:29.49] You know what I'm sayin'\n[02:31.47] As far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\n[02:35.15] It's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man\n[03:17.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: Strictly 4 My Fans\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: G Herbo\n  start_ms: 2460\n  end_ms: 6080\n- text: Yeah, man\n  start_ms: 6080\n  end_ms: 6590\n- text: I know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\n  start_ms: 6590\n  end_ms: 10470\n- text: They know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\n  start_ms: 10470\n  end_ms: 13900\n- text: You know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\n  start_ms: 13900\n  end_ms: 16930\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'\n  start_ms: 16930\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: It meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20510\n- text: And, alot of time my fans try to say with music\n  start_ms: 20510\n  end_ms: 23480\n- text: I wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\n  start_ms: 23480\n  end_ms: 25200\n- text: Ain't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\n  start_ms: 25200\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: The way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 32050\n- text: You know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\n  start_ms: 32050\n  end_ms: 34650\n- text: It's a meaning behind why I give it you\n  start_ms: 34650\n  end_ms: 36150\n- text: When I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n  start_ms: 36150\n  end_ms: 39780\n- text: Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\n  start_ms: 39780\n  end_ms: 43220\n- text: And everytime you and try and kill him\n  start_ms: 43220\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: Why it's always a thousand left? 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I'ma give to you next\n\n  Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\n  And everytime you and try and kill him\n  Why it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\n  I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\n  Go broke now 999 count up a thousand times\n  And these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\n  What if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n  'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\n  Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\n  Meanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\n  Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\n  And if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\n  I can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\n  And I'm for the people\n  But I'm not the most\n  Bitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\n  Live and I die by the code\n  My niggas ride by the code die for the code\n  Shit I did time for the code\n  If the folks pack up and say they come get me now\n  Before I rat I'ma lie down and roll\n  Lay down and die before I fold\n\n  Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\n  Everybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\n  Promoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n  25 thousand too high for a show\n  The less you in town the less shots that I hear\n  At least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\n  Gang\n\n  Gang gang, ay, G Herbo man\n  Ay, nah for real though, really\n  The reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\n  Is, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\n  The reason why I get the motivation\n  'Cause I be going through my comments\n  All type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\n  And motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\n  Just the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\n  You know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\n  Through certain types of situations and other shit and\n  I'm still having fun with this shit you know\n  So that's why I really just put this shit together man\n  Strictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\n  For the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n  'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\n  A lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  As far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\n  It's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man\n"},{"id":19374332,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"G Herbo","albumName":"Strictly 4 My Fans","duration":202.69945,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G Herbo\nYeah, man\nI know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\nThey know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\nYou know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nIt meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n\nAnd, alot of time my fans try to say with music\nI wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\nAin't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\nThe way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\nYou know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\nIt's a meaning behind why I give it you\nWhen I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n\nLook, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\nAnd everytime you and try and kill him\nWhy it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\nI heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\nGo broke now 999 count up a thousand times\nAnd these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\nWhat if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\nBeen on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\nMeanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\nSmoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\nAnd if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\nI can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\nAnd I'm for the people\nBut I'm not the most\nBitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\nLive and I die by the code\nMy niggas ride by the code die for the code\nShit I did time for the code\nIf the folks pack up and say they come get me now\nBefore I rat I'ma lie down and roll\nLay down and die before I fold\n\nHoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\nEverybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\nPromoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n25 thousand too high for a show\nThe less you in town the less shots that I hear\nAt least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\nGang\n\nGang gang, ay, G Herbo man\nAy, nah for real though, really\nThe reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\nIs, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\nThe reason why I get the motivation\n'Cause I be going through my comments\nAll type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\nAnd motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\nJust the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\nYou know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\nThrough certain types of situations and other shit and\nI'm still having fun with this shit you know\nSo that's why I really just put this shit together man\nStrictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\nFor the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\nA lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nAs far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\nIt's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: Strictly 4 My Fans\n  duration_ms: 202699\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  G Herbo\n  Yeah, man\n  I know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\n  They know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\n  You know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  It meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n\n  And, alot of time my fans try to say with music\n  I wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\n  Ain't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\n  The way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\n  You know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\n  It's a meaning behind why I give it you\n  When I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n\n  Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\n  And everytime you and try and kill him\n  Why it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\n  I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\n  Go broke now 999 count up a thousand times\n  And these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\n  What if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n  'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\n  Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\n  Meanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\n  Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\n  And if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\n  I can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\n  And I'm for the people\n  But I'm not the most\n  Bitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\n  Live and I die by the code\n  My niggas ride by the code die for the code\n  Shit I did time for the code\n  If the folks pack up and say they come get me now\n  Before I rat I'ma lie down and roll\n  Lay down and die before I fold\n\n  Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\n  Everybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\n  Promoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n  25 thousand too high for a show\n  The less you in town the less shots that I hear\n  At least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\n  Gang\n\n  Gang gang, ay, G Herbo man\n  Ay, nah for real though, really\n  The reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\n  Is, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\n  The reason why I get the motivation\n  'Cause I be going through my comments\n  All type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\n  And motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\n  Just the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\n  You know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\n  Through certain types of situations and other shit and\n  I'm still having fun with this shit you know\n  So that's why I really just put this shit together man\n  Strictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\n  For the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n  'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\n  A lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  As far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\n  It's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man\n"},{"id":20096293,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"G Herbo","albumName":"PTSD (Deluxe)","duration":188.6334,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G Herbo\nYeah, man\nI know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\nThey know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\nYou know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nIt meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n\nAnd, alot of time my fans try to say with music\nI wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\nAin't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\nThe way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\nYou know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\nIt's a meaning behind why I give it you\nWhen I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n\nLook, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\nAnd everytime you and try and kill him\nWhy it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\nI heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\nGo broke now 999 count up a thousand times\nAnd these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\nWhat if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\nBeen on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\nMeanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\nSmoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\nAnd if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\nI can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\nAnd I'm for the people\nBut I'm not the most\nBitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\nLive and I die by the code\nMy niggas ride by the code die for the code\nShit I did time for the code\nIf the folks pack up and say they come get me now\nBefore I rat I'ma lie down and roll\nLay down and die before I fold\n\nHoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\nEverybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\nPromoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n25 thousand too high for a show\nThe less you in town the less shots that I hear\nAt least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\nGang\n\nGang gang, ay, G Herbo man\nAy, nah for real though, really\nThe reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\nIs, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\nThe reason why I get the motivation\n'Cause I be going through my comments\nAll type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\nAnd motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\nJust the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\nYou know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\nThrough certain types of situations and other shit and\nI'm still having fun with this shit you know\nSo that's why I really just put this shit together man\nStrictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\nFor the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\nA lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nAs far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\nIt's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: PTSD (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 188633\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  G Herbo\n  Yeah, man\n  I know when I feel like all my day one fans, supporters\n  They know that everything that happened to me was fully organic\n  You know it ain't nothing forced, it ain't no fly by night shit\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  It meant to be something real and it's gon be something real\n\n  And, alot of time my fans try to say with music\n  I wanna make 'em wait, not tryna make 'em late but\n  Ain't even the case I'm tryna really change the world with this shit\n  The way I drop shit it's like a system, it's systematic\n  You know, I try and give it to you but it's a meaning\n  It's a meaning behind why I give it you\n  When I give it to you and what I'ma give to you next\n\n  Look, they say a coward die a thousand deaths (Fuck nigga)\n  And everytime you and try and kill him\n  Why it's always a thousand left? (Fuck nigga)\n  I heard a real nigga die come back a thousand times\n  Go broke now 999 count up a thousand times\n  And these is real facts I ain't just saying that\n\n  What if Fred Hamp was president I woke up praying that\n  'Cause if Trump become the president he might bring slavery back\n  Been on black folks eighty years might as well bring Reagan back\n  Meanwhile, I'm just riding with this desert eagle\n  Smoking weed riding fast like that shit not illegal\n  And if I fly past you fast, yeah, just know I see you\n  I can't pull up on fuck niggas, no, you not my people\n\n  And I'm for the people\n  But I'm not the most\n  Bitch I just die for my bros that's all I know\n  Live and I die by the code\n  My niggas ride by the code die for the code\n  Shit I did time for the code\n  If the folks pack up and say they come get me now\n  Before I rat I'ma lie down and roll\n  Lay down and die before I fold\n\n  Hoes and bankrolls, ain't nothing but a bonus\n  Everybody know that my la familia is who it's happening for\n  Promoters like Herb you ain't dropped in a year\n  25 thousand too high for a show\n  The less you in town the less shots that I hear\n  At least y'all I ain't out here in traffic no more\n  Gang\n\n  Gang gang, ay, G Herbo man\n  Ay, nah for real though, really\n  The reason behind this shit why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans\n  Is, that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans\n  The reason why I get the motivation\n  'Cause I be going through my comments\n  All type of shit on Instagram, you know\n\n  And motherfuckers tell me like the shit I be spitting in the music\n  Just the way it touch them it change motherfuckers lives\n  You know what I'm sayin', it really get motherfuckers\n  Through certain types of situations and other shit and\n  I'm still having fun with this shit you know\n  So that's why I really just put this shit together man\n  Strictly for my fans, you know what I'm sayin\n  For the streets, for my niggas I just write it all as my fans\n\n  'Cause, you know what I'm sayin'\n  A lot of my fans street niggas, real niggas\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  As far as fan shit, it's strictly for my fans worldwide\n  It's strictly for the street real niggas you already know what's going on man\n"},{"id":18848305,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"G Herbo","albumName":"PTSD","duration":188.0070069,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Cannon)\nI do it for the haves and the have-nots\nAll he had was a half and a glass pot\nGotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock\nEvery day you see his face just like a mascot\nTrappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box\nStuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot\nEvery since a kid he seeing coke all around him\nBorn to hustle, that's his only hope all around him\nWent to school stylin', middle school was wildin'\nHe ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent\nHow he gon' survive in a world full of savages?\nBorn to get some money but'll kill, gotta balance it\nHe can't fold under pressure, uh-uh, life full of challenges\n'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis\nSeen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him\nHe breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis\nReally seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit\nHomie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this\nBut back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced\nHomes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams\nStrapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan\nFinger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man\nPush him to the limit, watch him snap just like any man\nSteady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams\nYou don't live how he live, you don't feel the man\nAin't no lil' bitty pill, just gone heal a man\nHe can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh\nOh, you just like us, they robbed you of yo' innocence huh?\nReal menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?\nPlayed with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh\nNo curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'\nNiggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's fucked up\nBetter get yo' bucks up, 'member I was fucked up\nDaddy said I lucked up, but it wasn't no luck for us\nNobody had nothin' for us\nI was with some real niggas but it wasn't enough of us\nHeld the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up\nHe gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough\nI'm humble but my city in the head like gettin' a uppercut\nDon't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough\nMy head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome\nUsed to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home\nAnd I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone\nOnly count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone\nJust a hand full, you can't never have no win if your mans lose\nExploitation off your mans, that's a fan move\nF&N have that man doing dance moves\nKeep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool\nGotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules\nJust staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews\nNow why the club just let us in with all these damn tools\nAnd all these bamboos, sticks\nWe ain't worried bout no opps, yeah they could suck a dick\nI just stayed an extra thirty minutes taking pics\nTrigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits\nG-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense\nWe ain't never get pinched, no coincidence\nWe was supposed to get rich, 'cause we was meant for this\nNow all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits\nI hope it ain't no incidents, 'cause everybody in some whips\nAnd we a trip rip clips, flip shit, dip split\nSwitch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen\nIt ain't no niggas in this shit doing shit like this clique\nAin't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin'\nPTSD","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.50] (Cannon)\n[00:10.91] I do it for the haves and the have-nots\n[00:13.73] All he had was a half and a glass pot\n[00:16.48] Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock\n[00:19.21] Every day you see his face just like a mascot\n[00:21.63] Trappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box\n[00:24.36] Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot\n[00:27.25] Every since a kid he seeing coke all around him\n[00:29.73] Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him\n[00:32.55] Went to school stylin', middle school was wildin'\n[00:35.29] He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent\n[00:38.01] How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?\n[00:40.80] Born to get some money but'll kill, gotta balance it\n[00:43.55] He can't fold under pressure, uh-uh, life full of challenges\n[00:46.15] 'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis\n[00:48.72] Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him\n[00:51.63] He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis\n[00:54.26] Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit\n[00:57.12] Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this\n[00:59.90] But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced\n[01:02.57] Homes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams\n[01:05.30] Strapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan\n[01:08.04] Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man\n[01:10.73] Push him to the limit, watch him snap just like any man\n[01:13.42] Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams\n[01:16.59] You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man\n[01:19.21] Ain't no lil' bitty pill, just gone heal a man\n[01:21.91] He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh\n[01:24.55] Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of yo' innocence huh?\n[01:27.41] Real menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?\n[01:30.19] Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh\n[01:33.04] No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'\n[01:35.41] Niggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's fucked up\n[01:38.58] Better get yo' bucks up, 'member I was fucked up\n[01:41.40] Daddy said I lucked up, but it wasn't no luck for us\n[01:44.13] Nobody had nothin' for us\n[01:45.58] I was with some real niggas but it wasn't enough of us\n[01:48.27] Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up\n[01:50.93] He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough\n[01:53.76] I'm humble but my city in the head like gettin' a uppercut\n[01:56.41] Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough\n[01:59.06] My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome\n[02:02.23] Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home\n[02:05.06] And I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone\n[02:07.63] Only count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone\n[02:10.37] Just a hand full, you can't never have no win if your mans lose\n[02:14.39] Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move\n[02:17.06] F&N have that man doing dance moves\n[02:19.85] Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool\n[02:22.77] Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules\n[02:25.24] Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews\n[02:27.88] Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools\n[02:30.59] And all these bamboos, sticks\n[02:32.83] We ain't worried bout no opps, yeah they could suck a dick\n[02:35.45] I just stayed an extra thirty minutes taking pics\n[02:38.25] Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits\n[02:41.07] G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense\n[02:43.58] We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence\n[02:46.40] We was supposed to get rich, 'cause we was meant for this\n[02:48.94] Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits\n[02:51.84] I hope it ain't no incidents, 'cause everybody in some whips\n[02:54.81] And we a trip rip clips, flip shit, dip split\n[02:57.48] Switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen\n[03:00.00] It ain't no niggas in this shit doing shit like this clique\n[03:02.88] Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin'\n[03:05.58] PTSD","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: G Herbo\n  album: PTSD\n  duration_ms: 188007\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Cannon)\n  start_ms: 9500\n  end_ms: 10910\n- text: I do it for the haves and the have-nots\n  start_ms: 10910\n  end_ms: 13730\n- text: All he had was a half and a glass pot\n  start_ms: 13730\n  end_ms: 16480\n- text: Gotta race 'til he the first one with the last rock\n  start_ms: 16480\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Every day you see his face just like a mascot\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 21630\n- text: Trappin' out the Honda, no he never had a stash box\n  start_ms: 21630\n  end_ms: 24360\n- text: Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot\n  start_ms: 24360\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Every since a kid he seeing coke all around him\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 29730\n- text: Born to hustle, that's his only hope all around him\n  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gotta balance it\nHe can't fold under pressure, uh-uh, life full of challenges\n'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis\nSeen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him\nHe breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis\nReally seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit\nHomie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this\nBut back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced\nHomes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams\nStrapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan\nFinger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man\nPush him to the limit, watch him snap just like any man\nSteady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams\nYou don't live how he live, you don't feel the man\nAin't no lil' bitty pill, just gone heal a man\nHe can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh\nOh, you just like us, they robbed you of yo' innocence huh?\nReal menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?\nPlayed with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh\nNo curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'\nNiggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's fucked up\nBetter get yo' bucks up, 'member I was fucked up\nDaddy said I lucked up, but it wasn't no luck for us\nNobody had nothin' for us\nI was with some real niggas but it wasn't enough of us\nHeld the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up\nHe gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough\nI'm humble but my city in the head like gettin' a uppercut\nDon't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough\nMy head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome\nUsed to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home\nAnd I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone\nOnly count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone\nJust a hand full, you can't never have no win if your mans lose\nExploitation off your mans, that's a fan move\nF&N have that man doing dance moves\nKeep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool\nGotta stay 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hustle, that's his only hope all around him\n  Went to school stylin', middle school was wildin'\n  He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent\n  How he gon' survive in a world full of savages?\n  Born to get some money but'll kill, gotta balance it\n  He can't fold under pressure, uh-uh, life full of challenges\n  'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis\n  Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him\n  He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis\n  Really seen catastrophes, I be rappin' average shit\n  Homie had some tragedies, probably why he act like this\n  But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced\n  Homes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams\n  Strapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan\n  Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man\n  Push him to the limit, watch him snap just like any man\n  Steady poppin' Percocet, he blacked off them milligrams\n  You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man\n  Ain't no lil' bitty pill, just gone heal a man\n  He can't chill, he need a pill, guess he too militant, uh\n  Oh, you just like us, they robbed you of yo' innocence huh?\n  Real menaces, we grew up like Dennis' huh?\n  Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis, uh-uh\n  No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nuthin'\n  Niggas 'posed to been on prom, doing sentences, that's fucked up\n  Better get yo' bucks up, 'member I was fucked up\n  Daddy said I lucked up, but it wasn't no luck for us\n  Nobody had nothin' for us\n  I was with some real niggas but it wasn't enough of us\n  Held the whole hood down, niggas had to toughen up\n  He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough\n  I'm humble but my city in the head like gettin' a uppercut\n  Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough\n  My head race, I'm riding alone, just my mind and this chrome\n  Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home\n  And I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone\n  Only count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone\n  Just a hand full, you can't never have no win if your mans lose\n  Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move\n  F&N have that man doing dance moves\n  Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool\n  Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules\n  Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn Jews\n  Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools\n  And all these bamboos, sticks\n  We ain't worried bout no opps, yeah they could suck a dick\n  I just stayed an extra thirty minutes taking pics\n  Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits\n  G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense\n  We ain't never get pinched, no coincidence\n  We was supposed to get rich, 'cause we was meant for this\n  Now all we know arithmetic, but everybody with the shits\n  I hope it ain't no incidents, 'cause everybody in some whips\n  And we a trip rip clips, flip shit, dip split\n  Switch whips with new tints like ain't shit happen\n  It ain't no niggas in this shit doing shit like this clique\n  Ain't no more room for you pussy boys, quit rappin'\n  PTSD\n"},{"id":10363959,"name":"Pistol P Intro","trackName":"Pistol P Intro","artistName":"G Herbo","albumName":"Pistol P Project","duration":120.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm that same nigga from that gangway tryna' kill shit\nI wanna buy my mom a bigger home, put my niggas on and be still rich\nYou don't know nothing about that cause you a fuck nigga, I do real shit\nIf you in the streets got to watch niggas shooting Glocks with you, they a still snitch\nEverybody finna' feel this\nI can't trust a soul, niggas suspect\nWhen I had no money, I was yo buddy\nStarted counting commas, now you upset\nWhere was niggas at when I was low budget, no buzz, out here doing nothin'?\nNiggas love to bring up when they was around back when you was down, now you stuntin'\nFuck niggas, I don't fuck with niggas\nAll my niggas know what's up\nNo Limit MB, 150 dream team, we the gang, free the gang\nRIP my niggas, it won't never be the same\nI'mma jump in the game for the dollars and I want money, don't need the fame\nI'm riding and smoking and speeding and sipping on codeine to ease my pain\nI'm honest\nI tell everybody, they know that I need the lean\nFly nigga\nI stay in designer, laced up from Paris and Italy\nForeign belt holding my Robin's, filled up with all of these Benjamins\nYoung nigga\nI came from the bottom, didn't ask nobody for anything\nI grinded my way to the top and no, I don't owe no nigga anything\nAnd when I get outta the game, fuck nigga you better remember me\nPour a 6 of the drank and that fanta in my cup almost darker than Hennessy\n2\nWeapon is on me for all of my enemies\nGo get you some money lil' nigga, don't know why you envy me\nI get to the cake, don't got time for no silly beef\nHundreds and fifties take all of my 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