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Cole","albumName":"Birthday Blizzard ’26","duration":140.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Clue\nDesert Storm\nAnd you know what?\n\nUh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses\nGrip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens\nNah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot\nFuck yachts, I won't stop 'til the boat's a cruise ship (What?)\n'Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics\nOnly then will I split like I co-produced it\nLot of rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it\nFor crumbs, dumb niggas sold they soul to Lucian (Haha)\nUniversal distribution, but I own the music\nBest nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion\n\nHop on every nigga song, abuse it\nCatch bodies for my own amusement\nNiggas cheatin' and I won't excuse it\nIf I said it, then I wrote it, stupid\nI'm a star like the logo on my shoes, but\nThese ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Gooses (Clue)\nA nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh\nAnd the culprit's 26\nWhere the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road\nCole has seen more beef than them folks at Ruth Chris, uh\nTeach a man how to fish and the lesson is this\n\nWithout a pole, you're useless\nCatch my drift?\nI'm swift on my toes, you doofus\nAnd that's why the hoes'll choose this\nThey like, \"Can I kick it?\"\nLike they wrote for Q-Tip, sure\nBut just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh\nOr leave windows cracked, you been known that\nI'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh\nThey lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)\n\nFrom poison of all different sorts they usin'\nIf the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?\nWhen the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'\nThat mean the bots is boostin'\nCut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)\nDon't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'\nWord to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh\nAnd I don't like those odds\nSo I stay in my lane\nDespite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name\n\nThat's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed\nWithout a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\nBut I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\nI despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\nDon't be silly, want the chili\nSimilar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\nAyy, money bring respect in this game\nAin't it a shame how them things interchange?\n\nUh\nClueminati\n(DJ Clue)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] DJ Clue\n[00:02.20] Desert Storm\n[00:04.29] And you know what?\n[00:07.00] Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses\n[00:09.50] Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens\n[00:12.06] Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot\n[00:14.55] Fuck yachts, I won't stop 'til the boat's a cruise ship (What?)\n[00:17.50] 'Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics\n[00:19.70] Only then will I split like I co-produced it\n[00:22.24] Lot of rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it\n[00:24.50] For crumbs, dumb niggas sold they soul to Lucian (Haha)\n[00:27.36] Universal distribution, but I own the music\n[00:29.60] Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion\n[00:32.28] Hop on every nigga song, abuse it\n[00:34.19] Catch bodies for my own amusement\n[00:35.85] Niggas cheatin' and I won't excuse it\n[00:37.91] If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid\n[00:40.21] I'm a star like the logo on my shoes, but\n[00:42.39] These ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Gooses (Clue)\n[00:45.52] A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh\n[00:47.82] And the culprit's 26\n[00:49.70] Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road\n[00:52.53] Cole has seen more beef than them folks at Ruth Chris, uh\n[00:56.86] Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this\n[00:58.91] Without a pole, you're useless\n[01:00.83] Catch my drift?\n[01:02.73] I'm swift on my toes, you doofus\n[01:04.25] And that's why the hoes'll choose this\n[01:06.33] They like, \"Can I kick it?\"\n[01:07.96] Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure\n[01:10.31] But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh\n[01:13.80] Or leave windows cracked, you been known that\n[01:15.86] I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh\n[01:18.78] They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)\n[01:21.30] From poison of all different sorts they usin'\n[01:23.55] If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?\n[01:26.04] When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'\n[01:28.85] That mean the bots is boostin'\n[01:30.34] Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)\n[01:33.45] Don't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'\n[01:36.19] Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh\n[01:39.05] And I don't like those odds\n[01:40.32] So I stay in my lane\n[01:41.67] Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name\n[01:45.53] That's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed\n[01:48.13] Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\n[01:51.64] But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\n[01:53.97] I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\n[01:56.47] Don't be silly, want the chili\n[01:57.90] Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\n[01:59.98] Ayy, money bring respect in this game\n[02:02.12] Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?\n[02:05.13] Uh\n[02:06.59] Clueminati\n[02:14.98] (DJ Clue)\n[02:17.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Golden Goose Freestyle\n artist: J. 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Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\n start_ms: 108130\n end_ms: 111640\n- text: But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\n start_ms: 111640\n end_ms: 113970\n- text: I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\n start_ms: 113970\n end_ms: 116470\n- text: Don't be silly, want the chili\n start_ms: 116470\n end_ms: 117900\n- text: Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\n start_ms: 117900\n end_ms: 119980\n- text: Ayy, money bring respect in this game\n start_ms: 119980\n end_ms: 122120\n- text: Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?\n start_ms: 122120\n end_ms: 125130\n- text: Uh\n start_ms: 125130\n end_ms: 126590\n- text: Clueminati\n start_ms: 126590\n end_ms: 134980\n- text: (DJ Clue)\n start_ms: 134980\n end_ms: 137100\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 137100\nplain: |-\n DJ Clue\n Desert Storm\n And you know what?\n\n Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses\n Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens\n Nah, I'm on top, 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that's why the hoes'll choose this\n They like, \"Can I kick it?\"\n Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure\n But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh\n Or leave windows cracked, you been known that\n I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh\n They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)\n\n From poison of all different sorts they usin'\n If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?\n When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'\n That mean the bots is boostin'\n Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)\n Don't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'\n Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh\n And I don't like those odds\n So I stay in my lane\n Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name\n\n That's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed\n Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\n But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\n I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\n Don't be silly, want the chili\n Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\n Ayy, money bring respect in this game\n Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?\n\n Uh\n Clueminati\n (DJ Clue)\n"},{"id":37201319,"name":"Golden Goose Freestyle","trackName":"Golden Goose Freestyle","artistName":"J. 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every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name\n\nThat's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed\nWithout a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\nBut I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\nI despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\nDon't be silly, want the chili\nSimilar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\nAyy, money bring respect in this game\nAin't it a shame how them things interchange?\n\nUh\nClueminati\n(DJ Clue)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] DJ Clue\n[00:02.20] Desert Storm\n[00:04.29] And you know what?\n[00:07.00] Uh, Cole the truth, got they throat in nooses\n[00:09.50] Grip never lettin' up, though they hope it loosens\n[00:12.06] Nah, I'm on top, you can't knock me off my spot\n[00:14.55] Fuck yachts, I won't stop 'til the boat's a cruise ship (What?)\n[00:17.50] 'Til the whole world knows who got the gold acoustics\n[00:19.70] Only then will I split like I co-produced it\n[00:22.24] Lot of rappers make dough, then be prone to lose it\n[00:24.50] For crumbs, dumb niggas sold they soul to Lucian (Haha)\n[00:27.36] Universal distribution, but I own the music\n[00:29.60] Best nigga still breathin', leavin' no confusion\n[00:32.28] Hop on every nigga song, abuse it\n[00:34.19] Catch bodies for my own amusement\n[00:35.85] Niggas cheatin' and I won't excuse it\n[00:37.91] If I said it, then I wrote it, stupid\n[00:40.21] I'm a star like the logo on my shoes, but\n[00:42.39] These ain't no Converses, nah, girl, they Golden Gooses (Clue)\n[00:45.52] A nice fella, but the flows is ruthless, uh\n[00:47.82] And the culprit's 26\n[00:49.70] Where the closest you get to hope is Hope Mills Road\n[00:52.53] Cole has seen more beef than them folks at Ruth Chris, uh\n[00:56.86] Teach a man how to fish and the lesson is this\n[00:58.91] Without a pole, you're useless\n[01:00.83] Catch my drift?\n[01:02.73] I'm swift on my toes, you doofus\n[01:04.25] And that's why the hoes'll choose this\n[01:06.33] They like, \"Can I kick it?\"\n[01:07.96] Like they wrote for Q-Tip, sure\n[01:10.31] But just know, baby, we don't open doors for Cupid, uh\n[01:13.80] Or leave windows cracked, you been known that\n[01:15.86] I'm worldwide, these niggas like a lil' known fact, uh\n[01:18.78] They lack focus and they pores is putrid (Yeah)\n[01:21.30] From poison of all different sorts they usin'\n[01:23.55] If the streams say you're winnin', why your tours is losin'?\n[01:26.04] When the math ain't mathin', of course you're juicin'\n[01:28.85] That mean the bots is boostin'\n[01:30.34] Cut the tough guy image, it is not conducive to breathin' (Woo)\n[01:33.45] Don't gamble with your life 'cause the opps is cruisin'\n[01:36.19] Word to Mike Vick, your dog might get shot for losin', uh\n[01:39.05] And I don't like those odds\n[01:40.32] So I stay in my lane\n[01:41.67] Despite every bit of dirt thrown my way, there'll never be a stain on my name\n[01:45.53] That's why I walk around doley as if ain't nothin' changed\n[01:48.13] Without a chain on my frame, niggas could never know the pain of Jermaine\n[01:51.64] But I can't name a thing that I ain't overcame\n[01:53.97] I despise my celebrity, I ain't into fame\n[01:56.47] Don't be silly, want the chili\n[01:57.90] Similar to Usher Raym' when he sang in the rain\n[01:59.98] Ayy, money bring respect in this game\n[02:02.12] Ain't it a shame how them things interchange?\n[02:05.13] Uh\n[02:06.59] Clueminati\n[02:14.98] (DJ Clue)\n[02:17.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Golden Goose Freestyle\n artist: J. 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