[{"id":27369497,"name":"Man Up Above","trackName":"Man Up Above","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"J. Cole Videos","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never would've made it\nNever could've made it without You\nWithout You\nUh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\nAnother year goes by, another nigga slayed\nAt the West Indian Day Parade when perpetrators sprayed\nYou got the nerve to ask why I stay in the house more\nGet paid for goin' in, the fuck I'm goin' out for?\n\nWhen niggas stretchin' shit like a new school power forward\nNaz Reid range, but when these boys are shootin', niggas start breathin' strange\nHeartbeat is faint, now it's auf wiedersehen\nI'm not German, but the wheels currently turnin' on my mama's automobiles\nCertain of y'all while y'all prefer to be hard\nMemories of my dawg's wake, it's hurtin' me, y'all\nThe windows to his soul closed, saw its curtains be drawn\n\nInnocent as a child, but weren't we all?\nBefore the hos and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos\nTriggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo, uh\nBut no midrange iso, back to the basket\nThe streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket\nBest beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passin' of somebody's son by somebody's gun\n\nGive a fuck if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot\nI promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you\nI'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe\nFuck Gucci, fuck Louis, fuck Chanel, fuck Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?\nSoon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell\nI knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n\nNever would've made it\nI mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n\nGot a soft spot for the man up above\nEastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\nNiggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\nNorthside, Southside, show me love, huh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n\nSomeone that's close to me is facin' time\nMy mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\nHe got a son the same age as mine\nI can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n\nThese are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\nI paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\nThe rain or shine, I know his child love him\nBut he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n\nBring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\nShe daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\nHe tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\nBut she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\nRemindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\nThreatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n\nAnd all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\nPile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\nHis thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\nBut now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n\nNever would've made it\nHe prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\nNever could've made it without You\nTears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n\nMan up above\nEastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\nNiggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\nNorthside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\nFor me (never would've made it)\nOh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\nWithout You","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.67] Never would've made it\n[00:07.42] Never could've made it without You\n[00:15.94] Without You\n[00:22.13] Uh\n[00:22.58] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[00:24.82] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[00:27.66] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[00:30.48] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[00:33.13] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[00:35.99] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[00:38.85] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[00:41.46] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n[00:44.61] Another year goes by, another nigga slayed\n[00:47.78] At the West Indian Day Parade when perpetrators sprayed\n[00:50.67] You got the nerve to ask why I stay in the house more\n[00:53.50] Get paid for goin' in, the fuck I'm goin' out for?\n[00:56.21] When niggas stretchin' shit like a new school power forward\n[00:58.91] Naz Reid range, but when these boys are shootin', niggas start breathin' strange\n[01:03.33] Heartbeat is faint, now it's auf wiedersehen\n[01:06.39] I'm not German, but the wheels currently turnin' on my mama's automobiles\n[01:10.77] Certain of y'all while y'all prefer to be hard\n[01:13.32] Memories of my dawg's wake, it's hurtin' me, y'all\n[01:16.44] The windows to his soul closed, saw its curtains be drawn\n[01:19.36] Innocent as a child, but weren't we all?\n[01:21.71] Before the hos and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos\n[01:25.01] Triggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo, uh\n[01:30.44] But no midrange iso, back to the basket\n[01:33.81] The streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket\n[01:36.55] Best beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passin' of somebody's son by somebody's gun\n[01:41.33] Give a fuck if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot\n[01:45.87] I promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you\n[01:49.32] I'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe\n[01:54.03] Fuck Gucci, fuck Louis, fuck Chanel, fuck Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?\n[01:58.32] Soon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell\n[02:01.33] I knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n[02:07.01] Never would've made it\n[02:11.44] I mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n[02:17.08] Got a soft spot for the man up above\n[02:18.40] Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n[02:21.48] Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n[02:24.18] Northside, Southside, show me love, huh\n[02:28.06] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[02:30.65] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[02:32.59] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[02:35.25] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[02:38.72] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[02:41.40] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[02:43.85] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[02:46.72] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n[02:50.23] Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n[02:52.25] My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n[02:55.79] He got a son the same age as mine\n[02:57.94] I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n[03:01.18] These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n[03:04.35] I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n[03:06.64] The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n[03:08.79] But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n[03:14.10] Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n[03:18.55] She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n[03:20.85] He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n[03:24.32] But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n[03:27.33] Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n[03:31.37] Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n[03:35.26] And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n[03:38.15] Pile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\n[03:40.71] His thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\n[03:43.77] But now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n[03:46.70] Never would've made it\n[03:51.70] He prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\n[03:53.37] Never could've made it without You\n[03:56.69] Tears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n[04:00.38] Man up above\n[04:02.03] Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n[04:04.53] Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n[04:06.08] Northside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n[04:09.67] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[04:12.95] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[04:14.86] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[04:17.42] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[04:20.77] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[04:24.59] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[04:26.27] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[04:28.96] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n[04:32.74] For me (never would've made it)\n[04:39.24] Oh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\n[04:48.61] Without You\n[04:50.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Man Up Above\n  artist: J. 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while we scrapin' out the pot\n  We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\n  Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n\n  Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n  My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n  He got a son the same age as mine\n  I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n\n  These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n  I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n  The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n  But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n\n  Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n  She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n  He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n  But she keep throwin' old shit right in 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be fine\n[02:55.79] He got a son the same age as mine\n[02:57.94] I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n[03:01.18] These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n[03:04.35] I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n[03:06.64] The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n[03:08.79] But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n[03:14.10] Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n[03:18.55] She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n[03:20.85] He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n[03:24.32] But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n[03:27.33] Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n[03:31.37] Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n[03:35.26] And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n[03:38.15] Pile of stress to add to all 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be fine\n[02:55.79] He got a son the same age as mine\n[02:57.94] I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n[03:01.18] These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n[03:04.35] I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n[03:06.64] The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n[03:08.79] But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n[03:14.10] Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n[03:18.55] She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n[03:20.85] He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n[03:24.32] But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n[03:27.33] Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n[03:31.37] Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n[03:35.26] And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n[03:38.15] Pile of stress to add to all 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Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n\nMan up above\nEastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\nNiggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\nNorthside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\nFor me (never would've made it)\nOh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\nWithout You","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.67] Never would've made it\n[00:07.42] Never could've made it without You\n[00:15.94] Without You\n[00:22.13] Uh\n[00:22.58] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[00:24.82] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[00:27.66] 12 bustin' in while we 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hurtin' me, y'all\n[01:16.44] The windows to his soul closed, saw its curtains be drawn\n[01:19.36] Innocent as a child, but weren't we all?\n[01:21.71] Before the hos and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos\n[01:25.01] Triggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo, uh\n[01:30.44] But no midrange iso, back to the basket\n[01:33.81] The streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket\n[01:36.55] Best beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passin' of somebody's son by somebody's gun\n[01:41.33] Give a fuck if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot\n[01:45.87] I promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you\n[01:49.32] I'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe\n[01:54.03] Fuck Gucci, fuck Louis, fuck Chanel, fuck Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?\n[01:58.32] Soon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell\n[02:01.33] I knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n[02:07.01] Never would've made it\n[02:11.44] I mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n[02:17.08] Got a soft spot for the man up above\n[02:18.40] Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n[02:21.48] Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n[02:24.18] Northside, Southside, show me love, huh\n[02:28.06] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[02:30.65] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[02:32.59] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[02:35.25] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[02:38.72] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[02:41.40] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[02:43.85] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[02:46.72] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n[02:50.23] Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n[02:52.25] My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n[02:55.79] He got a son the same age as mine\n[02:57.94] I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n[03:01.18] These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n[03:04.35] I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n[03:06.64] The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n[03:08.79] But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n[03:14.10] Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n[03:18.55] She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n[03:20.85] He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n[03:24.32] But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n[03:27.33] Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n[03:31.37] Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n[03:35.26] And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n[03:38.15] Pile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\n[03:40.71] His thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\n[03:43.77] But now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n[03:46.70] Never would've made it\n[03:51.70] He prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\n[03:53.37] Never could've made it without You\n[03:56.69] Tears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n[04:00.38] Man up above\n[04:02.03] Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n[04:04.53] Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n[04:06.08] Northside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n[04:09.67] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[04:12.95] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[04:14.86] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[04:17.42] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[04:20.77] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[04:24.59] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[04:26.27] I used to have a 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12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n  We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\n  Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n\n  Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n  My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n  He got a son the same age as mine\n  I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n\n  These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n  I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n  The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n  But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n\n  Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n  She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n  He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n  But she keep throwin' old 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hell\nI knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n\nNever would've made it\nI mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n\nGot a soft spot for the man up above\nEastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\nNiggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\nNorthside, Southside, show me love, huh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n\nSomeone that's close to me is facin' time\nMy mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\nHe got a son the same age as mine\nI can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n\nThese are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\nI paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\nThe rain or shine, I know his child love him\nBut he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n\nBring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\nShe daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\nHe tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\nBut she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\nRemindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\nThreatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n\nAnd all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\nPile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\nHis thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\nBut now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n\nNever would've made it\nHe prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\nNever could've made it without You\nTears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n\nMan up above\nEastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\nNiggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\nNorthside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n\nWhole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\nDon't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\nWe runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\nSingin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\nSomebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\nI used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\nI pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\nFor me (never would've made it)\nOh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\nWithout You","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.67] Never would've made it\n[00:07.42] Never could've made it without You\n[00:15.94] Without You\n[00:22.13] Uh\n[00:22.58] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[00:24.82] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[00:27.66] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[00:30.48] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[00:33.13] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[00:35.99] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[00:38.85] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[00:41.46] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n[00:44.61] Another year goes by, another nigga slayed\n[00:47.78] At the West Indian Day Parade when perpetrators sprayed\n[00:50.67] You got the nerve to ask why I stay in the house more\n[00:53.50] Get paid for goin' in, the fuck I'm goin' out for?\n[00:56.21] When niggas stretchin' shit like a new school power forward\n[00:58.91] Naz Reid range, but when these boys are shootin', niggas start breathin' strange\n[01:03.33] Heartbeat is faint, now it's auf wiedersehen\n[01:06.39] I'm not German, but the wheels currently turnin' on my mama's automobiles\n[01:10.77] Certain of y'all while y'all prefer to be hard\n[01:13.32] Memories of my dawg's wake, it's hurtin' me, y'all\n[01:16.44] The windows to his soul closed, saw its curtains be drawn\n[01:19.36] Innocent as a child, but weren't we all?\n[01:21.71] Before the hos and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos\n[01:25.01] Triggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo, uh\n[01:30.44] But no midrange iso, back to the basket\n[01:33.81] The streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket\n[01:36.55] Best beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passin' of somebody's son by somebody's gun\n[01:41.33] Give a fuck if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot\n[01:45.87] I promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you\n[01:49.32] I'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe\n[01:54.03] Fuck Gucci, fuck Louis, fuck Chanel, fuck Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?\n[01:58.32] Soon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell\n[02:01.33] I knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n[02:07.01] Never would've made it\n[02:11.44] I mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n[02:17.08] Got a soft spot for the man up above\n[02:18.40] Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n[02:21.48] Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n[02:24.18] Northside, Southside, show me love, huh\n[02:28.06] Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n[02:30.65] Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n[02:32.59] 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n[02:35.25] We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n[02:38.72] Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n[02:41.40] Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n[02:43.85] I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n[02:46.72] I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n[02:50.23] Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n[02:52.25] My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n[02:55.79] He got a son the same age as mine\n[02:57.94] I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n[03:01.18] These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n[03:04.35] I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n[03:06.64] The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n[03:08.79] But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n[03:14.10] Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n[03:18.55] She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n[03:20.85] He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n[03:24.32] But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n[03:27.33] Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n[03:31.37] Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n[03:35.26] And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n[03:38.15] Pile of stress to add to all 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200850\n  end_ms: 204320\n- text: But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n  start_ms: 204320\n  end_ms: 207330\n- text: Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n  start_ms: 207330\n  end_ms: 211370\n- text: Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n  start_ms: 211370\n  end_ms: 215260\n- text: And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n  start_ms: 215260\n  end_ms: 218150\n- text: Pile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\n  start_ms: 218150\n  end_ms: 220710\n- text: His thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\n  start_ms: 220710\n  end_ms: 223770\n- text: But now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n  start_ms: 223770\n  end_ms: 226700\n- text: Never would've made it\n  start_ms: 226700\n  end_ms: 231700\n- text: He prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\n  start_ms: 231700\n  end_ms: 233370\n- text: Never could've made it without You\n  start_ms: 233370\n  end_ms: 236690\n- text: Tears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n  start_ms: 236690\n  end_ms: 240380\n- text: Man up above\n  start_ms: 240380\n  end_ms: 242030\n- text: Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n  start_ms: 242030\n  end_ms: 244530\n- text: Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n  start_ms: 244530\n  end_ms: 246080\n- text: Northside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n  start_ms: 246080\n  end_ms: 249670\n- text: Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n  start_ms: 249670\n  end_ms: 252950\n- text: Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n  start_ms: 252950\n  end_ms: 254860\n- text: 12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n  start_ms: 254860\n  end_ms: 257420\n- text: We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n  start_ms: 257420\n  end_ms: 260770\n- text: Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  start_ms: 260770\n  end_ms: 264590\n- text: Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  start_ms: 264590\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 268960\n- text: I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n  start_ms: 268960\n  end_ms: 272740\n- text: For me (never would've made it)\n  start_ms: 272740\n  end_ms: 279240\n- text: Oh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\n  start_ms: 279240\n  end_ms: 288610\n- text: Without You\n  start_ms: 288610\n  end_ms: 290180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 290180\nplain: |-\n  Never would've made it\n  Never could've made it without You\n  Without You\n  Uh\n\n  Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n  Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n  12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n  We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\n  Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\n  Another year goes by, another nigga slayed\n  At the West Indian Day Parade when perpetrators sprayed\n  You got the nerve to ask why I stay in the house more\n  Get paid for goin' in, the fuck I'm goin' out for?\n\n  When niggas stretchin' shit like a new school power forward\n  Naz Reid range, but when these boys are shootin', niggas start breathin' strange\n  Heartbeat is faint, now it's auf wiedersehen\n  I'm not German, but the wheels currently turnin' on my mama's automobiles\n  Certain of y'all while y'all prefer to be hard\n  Memories of my dawg's wake, it's hurtin' me, y'all\n  The windows to his soul closed, saw its curtains be drawn\n\n  Innocent as a child, but weren't we all?\n  Before the hos and the smoke that arose from the Black and Mild cigarellos\n  Triggers lift the biggest fellows, put seven on his torso and turned him into Melo, uh\n  But no midrange iso, back to the basket\n  The streets raised him a bastard, wrapped in a casket\n  Best beware, don't you dare go laugh at the tragic passin' of somebody's son by somebody's gun\n\n  Give a fuck if you opps, when dissin' the dead, the karma tends to come at you hot\n  I promise you pray for forgiveness, the Lord's wrath can astonish you\n  I'd rather admonish you on this record than impress with perceptions of a designer shoe\n  Fuck Gucci, fuck Louis, fuck Chanel, fuck Balenciaga, how we gon' excel?\n  Soon as niggas make it out, they turnin' Hollywood as hell\n  I knew buddy caught that body, but hell, I prolly shouldn't tell, or else I\n\n  Never would've made it\n  I mean, I, never could've made it without You (yeah)\n\n  Got a soft spot for the man up above\n  Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n  Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n  Northside, Southside, show me love, huh\n\n  Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n  Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n  12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n  We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\n  Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch, uh\n\n  Someone that's close to me is facin' time\n  My mind's racin' for some way to find, hope that he may be fine\n  He got a son the same age as mine\n  I can't imagine spendin' days in a cage not raisin' mine\n\n  These are the years with our kids where we strengthen bonds\n  I paid his bond, but the trial's comin'\n  The rain or shine, I know his child love him\n  But he's too young to understand it if the outcome is incarceration and charges facin'\n\n  Bring the possibility of long vacations and complications with his baby mom\n  She daily cryin', sayin' her heart is vacant\n  He tryna make it work, he wanna fake it for the sake of family\n  But she keep throwin' old shit right in his face apparently\n  Remindin' him 'bout how he tried to make her take a plan B and abort the seed\n  Threatenin' him with child support so that the court can seize and garnish wages\n\n  And all this was before he caught this case that's brought the latest\n  Pile of stress to add to all this mess, it's hard to face it\n  His thoughts deflated, somewhere 'long the way, he lost his faith\n  But now he reads the Bible hopin' God'll see him contemplative\n\n  Never would've made it\n  He prayin' now, he even threw some gospel on his playlist\n  Never could've made it without You\n  Tears fallin', Marvin Sapp, \"Never Would Have Made It\"\n\n  Man up above\n  Eastside, Westside, show me love (without You)\n  Niggas duck shots and some niggas catch slugs\n  Northside, Southside, show me love, uh, huh\n\n  Whole lotta O's gettin' sold on the block\n  Don't go outside a lot, ain't tryna get popped\n  12 bustin' in while we scrapin' out the pot\n  We runnin' out the spot, we runnin' out the spot\n\n  Singin', \"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got\"\n  Somebody's gettin' knocked while the bodies gettin' dropped\n  I used to have a little, now a nigga got a lot\n  I pray the Lord watch, I pray the Lord watch\n\n  For me (never would've made it)\n  Oh, I never could've made it (never could've made it without You)\n  Without You\n"}]