[{"id":22295568,"name":"Ronnie Drake","trackName":"Ronnie Drake","artistName":"Isaiah Rashad","albumName":"Cilvia Demo","duration":210.9126528,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I mean\nI mean, I been thinking\nNah\nAlright, Rob, this the one, last one, check me out\nYou sure?\n\nSo don't call me a nigga, unless you call me \"my nigga\"\nI'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice, ugh\nDon't mind the bumper that was missing from my carriage, ugh\nIt's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed\nI came to bury you average, uh, you feel slighted, ayy\nIt's like she know that I got it, it feel like it\nAyy, I real-life it, ayy, I spill vices\nAyy, you will like it, I promise it's trill vomit, I'm honest\n\nNigga, ain't no getting money on that conscious shit\nI'ma just load my gat on some survival shit\nAnd when I hear they got a drought on it\nI take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it\nI got that coke flow, ugh, that heat rock\nI got that 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carriage, ugh\n[00:40.17] It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed\n[00:42.58] I came to bury you average, uh, you feel slighted, ayy\n[00:46.59] It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it\n[00:48.77] Ayy, I real-life it, ayy, I spill vices\n[00:52.40] Ayy, you will like it, I promise it's trill vomit, I'm honest\n[00:55.74] Nigga, ain't no getting money on that conscious shit\n[00:58.31] I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit\n[01:02.12] And when I hear they got a drought on it\n[01:04.78] I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it\n[01:08.70] I got that coke flow, ugh, that heat rock\n[01:11.76] I got that old school, huddle to the beatbox\n[01:14.25] Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot\n[01:17.05] I'ma beat that, 'til that motherfucking beat drop, bitch!\n[01:19.76] I got love for my niggas, my killers\n[01:22.39] My dealers, my trickers, my bros\n[01:25.22] I got love for my sisters, my women\n[01:27.73] My bitches, my strippers, my hoes\n[01:30.64] I got love for my niggas, my killers\n[01:34.48] My dealers, my trickers, my bros\n[01:37.33] I got love for my sisters, my women\n[01:40.21] My bitches, my strippers, my hoes\n[01:43.53] I got love for my niggas (ayy)\n[01:46.44] Hope they don't kill you 'cause you Black today\n[01:47.98] They only feel you when you pass away\n[01:49.98] The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies\n[01:53.55] Conflict in school or dope moving, it's so youthful\n[01:57.20] But if you die today\n[01:59.53] I hope you findin' some relief, oh, what a great escape\n[02:01.97] We still dodging from polices when we make a plate\n[02:04.86] They lying, searching in my bucket with the straightest face\n[02:07.35] It could be '88\n[02:09.44] Sometimes, I wonder why we killers, why they killing us\n[02:12.55] I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us\n[02:15.54] Or how they feeling us, gotta look real and tough\n[02:19.01] Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff\n[02:22.06] Came a long way from a boat and an auction\n[02:24.88] Now, we got names and a vote, then a coffin\n[02:28.11] Ain't shit change but the coast we adopted\n[02:30.89] Little Black children, you can call me \"that nigga,\" nigga\n[02:39.66] I got love for my niggas, my killers\n[02:42.11] My dealers, my trickers, my bros\n[02:45.03] I got love for my sisters, my women\n[02:48.81] My bitches, my strippers, my hoes\n[02:52.48] I got love for my niggas, my killers\n[02:54.69] My dealers, my trickers, my bros\n[02:58.59] I got love for my sisters, my women\n[03:00.99] My bitches, my strippers, my hoes\n[03:03.92] I got love for my nigga\n[03:08.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ronnie Drake\n artist: Isaiah Rashad\n album: Cilvia Demo\n duration_ms: 210913\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I mean\n start_ms: 10370\n end_ms: 14950\n- text: I mean, I been thinking\n start_ms: 14950\n end_ms: 24120\n- text: Nah\n start_ms: 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out\n[00:29.25] You sure?\n[00:30.62] So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me \"my nigga\"\n[00:33.28] I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice, ugh\n[00:36.62] Don't mind the bumper that was missing from my carriage, ugh\n[00:40.17] It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed\n[00:42.58] I came to bury you average, uh, you feel slighted, ayy\n[00:46.59] It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it\n[00:48.77] Ayy, I real-life it, ayy, I spill vices\n[00:52.40] Ayy, you will like it, I promise it's trill vomit, I'm honest\n[00:55.74] Nigga, ain't no getting money on that conscious shit\n[00:58.31] I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit\n[01:02.12] And when I hear they got a drought on it\n[01:04.78] I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it\n[01:08.70] I got that coke flow, ugh, that heat rock\n[01:11.76] I got that old school, huddle to the beatbox\n[01:14.25] Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot\n[01:17.05] I'ma 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