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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.04] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:25.68] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:28.54] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:31.29] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[00:34.32] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:36.85] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:39.69] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:41.95] Ride to it (Uh)\n[00:44.73] Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n[00:46.64] Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n[00:50.98] I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n[00:53.46] We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n[00:56.45] Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n[00:59.47] Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n[01:02.43] Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n[01:05.12] Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n[01:08.12] Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n[01:10.74] But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n[01:13.77] To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n[01:16.73] If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n[01:19.32] I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n[01:22.33] I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n[01:25.22] I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n[01:27.88] You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n[01:30.82] He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n[01:33.44] But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n[01:36.33] He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n[01:39.38] And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n[01:42.06] You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n[01:43.89] And your mother went out and found\n[01:45.55] Someone else and then brought them 'round\n[01:47.19] And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n[01:49.67] Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n[01:52.78] So that when you back in the hood\n[01:53.88] You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n[01:56.91] And your confidence start to drown\n[01:58.24] But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n[02:02.98] You jot 'em down\n[02:04.47] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:07.26] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:10.21] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:13.44] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[02:15.72] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:18.77] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:21.62] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:24.15] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:27.19] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:29.73] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:32.89] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:36.85] Yeah, uh\n[02:38.06] Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n[02:40.61] To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n[02:43.69] I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n[02:45.98] Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n[02:49.60] One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n[02:51.72] I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n[02:55.00] In this game, where all you've got is your name\n[02:57.23] Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n[03:00.90] Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n[03:03.47] I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n[03:06.63] So you search lines, but you struggle\n[03:09.14] Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n[03:12.16] I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n[03:14.81] Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n[03:17.32] They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n[03:19.84] But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n[03:22.90] I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n[03:25.75] They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n[03:28.23] They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n[03:31.37] I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n[03:33.91] I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n[03:53.90] I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n[03:56.79] Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[03:59.68] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:02.56] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:05.64] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:08.99] My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:11.64] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:14.81] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:18.50] I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:21.35] They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:24.22] They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:27.13] Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:29.94] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:32.79] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:34.15] Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:37.09] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:39.65] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:42.75] Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n[04:45.39] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:47.99] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:50.85] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n[04:53.94] My nigga\n[04:54.81] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n[04:57.04] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n[05:00.16] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:02.26] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n[05:05.85] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:08.10] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:10.96] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:13.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. 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They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? 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Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":38860990,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Port Antonio","duration":1201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. Cole\n album: Port Antonio\n duration_ms: 1201000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":20948630,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Port Antonio - Single","duration":316.3022219,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. Cole\n album: Port Antonio - Single\n duration_ms: 316302\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":22843278,"name":"Port Antonio (Paused)","trackName":"Port Antonio (Paused)","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Port Antonio","duration":316.235,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench\nFor movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate,'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found someone\nElse and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine\nWhen they married, when it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nThen your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin gave you\nSome positive thoughts\nSo you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago\nYou can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey stripped me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio (Paused)\n artist: J. Cole\n album: Port Antonio\n duration_ms: 316235\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench\n For movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate,'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found someone\n Else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine\n When they married, when it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n Then your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin gave you\n Some positive thoughts\n So you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago\n You can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They stripped me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":15591672,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"J. Cole","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. Cole\n album: J. Cole\n duration_ms: 316000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":40107055,"name":"Port Antonio (Extended Dirty)","trackName":"Port Antonio (Extended Dirty)","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Port Antonio","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Know that you are loved\nEven if you don't love yourself\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it\n\nUh, young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum wage jobs for dinero\nBut still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparels\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the Fontainebleau\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the ville where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI seen good, I seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather tryna tell 'em to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see that heavy metal get popped\nHe was a mean ass swing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft king, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd send his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate 'less your father was not around\nOr your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought 'em 'round\nAnd they salaries then combined\nWhen they married and brought you out of that poverty\nThen you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood, you feel awkward about it now\nThen your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, cold flows, reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch, tryin'\nTo be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game where all you've got is your name like Dirk, I'm\nSmirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get told that it's wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull faces the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like \"Do Not Disturb\" signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuck shit because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"Stop the Violence\" tunes with dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted cliques to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't've lost a battle, dog, I would've lost a bro\nI would've gained a foe, and all for what?\nJust to attain some old props from strangers\nThat don't got a clue what I've been aimin' for\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live in rest, the weight of both things\nI understand the thirst to be in first that made 'em both swing\nProtectin' legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dog textin' me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI texted back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey stripped me of my spot and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nTo start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReach in your minds, deep in your hearts, creep and I'll find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't prime and shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, nah\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17] Know that you are loved\n[00:09.07] \n[00:12.18] Even if you don't love yourself\n[00:20.22] \n[00:24.08] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[00:29.70] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[00:35.43] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[00:41.17] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[00:45.86] Uh, young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n[00:47.96] Minimum wage jobs for dinero\n[00:50.21] But still, my mind was on the zeros\n[00:52.24] I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n[00:54.82] We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n[00:57.87] Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparels\n[01:00.31] Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n[01:03.55] Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n[01:06.48] Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n[01:09.03] Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the Fontainebleau\n[01:12.09] But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n[01:14.95] To dwell at the top, the ville where all my skeletons locked\n[01:18.16] If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n[01:20.61] I seen good, I seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n[01:23.58] I seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n[01:26.27] I was Mike in red leather tryna tell 'em to stop\n[01:29.19] You better beat it 'fore you see that heavy metal get popped\n[01:32.01] He was a mean ass swing with a hell of a shot\n[01:34.50] But if no team draft king, he gon' bet on the block\n[01:37.42] He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n[01:40.39] And send his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n[01:43.26] You can't relate 'less your father was not around\n[01:45.32] Or your mother went out and found\n[01:46.73] Someone else and then brought 'em 'round\n[01:48.25] And they salaries then combined\n[01:50.60] When they married and brought you out of that poverty\n[01:52.21] Then you moved to a soft little part of town\n[01:53.64] So that when you back in the hood, you feel awkward about it now\n[01:57.70] Then your confidence start to drown\n[01:59.54] But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n[02:04.12] You jot 'em down\n[02:05.77] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[02:11.21] Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n[02:16.83] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:19.63] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:22.53] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:25.41] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:28.24] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:31.18] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:33.90] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:36.68] Yeah, uh\n[02:39.58] Benjamin Button, cold flows, reverse time\n[02:42.15] To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n[02:45.24] I'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch, tryin'\n[02:47.89] To be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n[02:50.84] One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n[02:53.61] I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all and it hurts tryin'\n[02:56.59] In this game where all you've got is your name like Dirk, I'm\n[02:58.95] Smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n[03:02.02] Absurd times, where the fake get told that it's wise\n[03:04.92] I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n[03:07.94] So you search lines, but you struggle\n[03:10.48] Which explains the puzzled look on the dull faces the word finds\n[03:13.54] I hate what rap's become, but like \"Do Not Disturb\" signs\n[03:16.38] Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n[03:18.64] They instigate the fuck shit because it's profitable\n[03:21.24] But singin' \"Stop the Violence\" tunes with dudes in hospitals\n[03:23.89] I pulled the plug because I seen where that was 'bout to go\n[03:26.89] They wanted blood, they wanted cliques to make they pockets grow\n[03:29.55] They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n[03:32.24] I wouldn't've lost a battle, dog, I would've lost a bro\n[03:35.01] I would've gained a foe, and all for what?\n[03:37.43] Just to attain some old props from strangers\n[03:39.76] That don't got a clue what I've been aimin' for\n[03:41.45] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:43.65] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:46.50] Of algorithm bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:49.36] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:52.10] To be considered best or live in rest, the weight of both things\n[03:55.29] I understand the thirst to be in first that made 'em both swing\n[03:57.96] Protectin' legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[04:01.28] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:04.07] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:06.62] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:09.72] My dog textin' me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:12.37] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:15.46] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:19.34] I texted back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:22.46] They stripped me of my spot and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:25.22] They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:27.76] To start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:30.78] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:33.76] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:35.05] Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:37.43] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:40.14] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:43.21] Reach in your minds, deep in your hearts, creep and I'll find\n[04:46.39] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:48.94] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:51.39] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't prime and shit\n[04:54.13] My nigga\n[04:55.38] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah\n[04:57.11] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, nah\n[05:00.76] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:03.35] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:06.06] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:08.92] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:11.55] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:12.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio (Extended Dirty)\n artist: J. 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it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n\n Uh, young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum wage jobs for dinero\n But still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparels\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the Fontainebleau\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the ville where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I seen good, I seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather tryna tell 'em to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see that heavy metal get popped\n He was a mean ass 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uh\n\n Benjamin Button, cold flows, reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch, tryin'\n To be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all and it hurts tryin'\n In this game where all you've got is your name like Dirk, I'm\n Smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get told that it's wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull faces the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like \"Do Not Disturb\" signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuck shit because it's profitable\n But singin' \"Stop the Violence\" tunes with dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, 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don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I texted back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They stripped me of my spot and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n To start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reach in your minds, deep in your hearts, creep and I'll find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't prime and shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, nah\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n 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The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. 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Cole Videos\n duration_ms: 317000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":15560492,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. 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Cole Songs","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. Cole\n album: J. Cole Songs\n duration_ms: 317000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":35522819,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. 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Cole Essentials","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.04] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:25.68] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:28.54] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:31.29] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[00:34.32] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:36.85] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:39.69] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:41.95] Ride to it (Uh)\n[00:44.73] Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n[00:46.64] Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n[00:50.98] I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n[00:53.46] We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n[00:56.45] Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n[00:59.47] Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n[01:02.43] Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n[01:05.12] Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n[01:08.12] Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n[01:10.74] But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n[01:13.77] To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n[01:16.73] If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n[01:19.32] I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n[01:22.33] I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n[01:25.22] I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n[01:27.88] You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n[01:30.82] He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n[01:33.44] But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n[01:36.33] He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n[01:39.38] And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n[01:42.06] You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n[01:43.89] And your mother went out and found\n[01:45.55] Someone else and then brought them 'round\n[01:47.19] And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n[01:49.67] Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n[01:52.78] So that when you back in the hood\n[01:53.88] You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n[01:56.91] And your confidence start to drown\n[01:58.24] But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n[02:02.98] You jot 'em down\n[02:04.47] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:07.26] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:10.21] Ride to it, ride to it\n[02:13.44] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[02:15.72] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:18.77] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:21.62] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:24.15] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:27.19] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:29.73] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:32.89] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:36.85] Yeah, uh\n[02:38.06] Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n[02:40.61] To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n[02:43.69] I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n[02:45.98] Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n[02:49.60] One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n[02:51.72] I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n[02:55.00] In this game, where all you've got is your name\n[02:57.23] Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n[03:00.90] Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n[03:03.47] I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n[03:06.63] So you search lines, but you struggle\n[03:09.14] Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n[03:12.16] I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n[03:14.81] Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n[03:17.32] They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n[03:19.84] But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n[03:22.90] I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n[03:25.75] They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n[03:28.23] They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n[03:31.37] I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n[03:33.91] I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n[03:53.90] I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n[03:56.79] Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[03:59.68] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:02.56] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:05.64] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:08.99] My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:11.64] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:14.81] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:18.50] I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:21.35] They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:24.22] They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:27.13] Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:29.94] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:32.79] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:34.15] Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:37.09] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:39.65] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:42.75] Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n[04:45.39] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:47.99] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:50.85] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n[04:53.94] My nigga\n[04:54.81] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n[04:57.04] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n[05:00.16] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:02.26] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n[05:05.85] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:08.10] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:10.96] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:13.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. 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They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' 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Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n[03:53.90] I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n[03:56.79] Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[03:59.68] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:02.56] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:05.64] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:08.99] My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:11.64] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:14.81] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:18.50] I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:21.35] They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:24.22] They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:27.13] Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:29.94] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:32.79] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:34.15] Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:37.09] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:39.65] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:42.75] Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n[04:45.39] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:47.99] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:50.85] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n[04:53.94] My nigga\n[04:54.81] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n[04:57.04] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n[05:00.16] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:02.26] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n[05:05.85] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:08.10] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:10.96] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:13.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. 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Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":16417583,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"null","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\nProtecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\nThey strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\nReaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\nMy nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. Cole\n album: 'null'\n duration_ms: 317000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":23056257,"name":"Port Antonio","trackName":"Port Antonio","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"Let God Sort Em Out","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ride to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it (Uh)\n\nYoung Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\nMinimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\nI fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\nWe was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\nNiggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\nShit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\nJealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\nMano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\nNow I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\nBut never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\nTo dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\nIf I could do it all over, then I never would swap\nI've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\nI've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\nI was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\nYou better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\nHe was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\nBut if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\nHe wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\nAnd sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\nYou can't relate, 'less your father was not around\nAnd your mother went out and found\nSomeone else and then brought them 'round\nAnd they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\nOf that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\nSo that when you back in the hood\nYou feel awkward about it now (Damn)\nAnd your confidence start to drown\nBut the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\nYou jot 'em down\n\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it\nRide to it, ride to it, uh\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\nYeah, uh\n\nBenjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\nTo find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\nI'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\nTryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\nOne thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\nI learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\nIn this game, where all you've got is your name\nLike Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\nAbsurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\nI can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\nSo you search lines, but you struggle\nWhich explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\nI hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\nCan't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\nThey instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\nBut singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\nI pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\nThey wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\nThey see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\nI wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\nI woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? 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They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? 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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? 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finds\n[03:12.16] I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n[03:14.81] Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n[03:17.32] They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n[03:19.84] But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n[03:22.90] I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n[03:25.75] They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n[03:28.23] They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n[03:31.37] I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n[03:33.91] I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.13] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.12] Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.74] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.61] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.14] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:51.48] To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n[03:53.90] I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n[03:56.79] Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[03:59.68] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:02.56] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:05.64] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:08.99] My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:11.64] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:14.81] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:18.50] I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:21.35] They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:24.22] They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:27.13] Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:29.94] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:32.79] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:34.15] Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:37.09] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:39.65] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:42.75] Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n[04:45.39] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:47.99] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:50.85] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n[04:53.94] My nigga\n[04:54.81] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n[04:57.04] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n[05:00.16] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:02.26] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n[05:05.85] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:08.10] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[05:10.96] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:13.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Port Antonio\n artist: J. 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Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (Uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate, 'less your father was not around\n And your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood\n You feel awkward about it now (Damn)\n And your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is your name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin' \"stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing\n Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reaching your minds, keepin' your hearts, creepin' to find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Yeah, know that you are loved)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Y'all niggas, ooh)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (Even if you don't love yourself)\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"},{"id":34258346,"name":"J. Cole - Port Antonio [Lyrics]","trackName":"J. 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Just to attain some mo'\nProps from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\nSince the age of 14, Jermaine is no king\nIf that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n\nOf algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\nOn social media, competin' for your favorable memes\nTo be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\nI understand the thirst of bein' first that made 'em both swing\n\nProtectin' legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\nMy friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\nNow some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\nBut please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n\nMy dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n\"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\nI guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\nI text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n\nThey stripped me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\nThey say I'm pickin' sides, ay, don't you lie on me, my nigga\nThen start another war, ay, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\nI ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n\nFuck all the narratives\nTappin' back into yo' magic pen is what's imperative\nRemindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\nIt's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n\nReachin' yo' minds, keepin' yo' hearts, creepin' to find\nEmotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\nHelp you cope with the rough times and shit\nI'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit, my nigga\n\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (yeah, know)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (y'all niggas, ooh, that you are loved)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (oh-oh)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (even)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (if you)\nY'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (don't love yourself)\nY'all niggas ain't","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.60] Know that you are loved (oh-oh)\n[00:10.67] Even if you don't love yourself\n[00:23.15] Ride to it, ride to it (know)\n[00:25.32] Ride to it, ride to it (that you are loved)\n[00:27.70] Ride to it, ride to it (oh-oh)\n[00:31.05] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[00:33.71] Ride to it, ride to it (even)\n[00:35.97] Ride to it, ride to it (if you don't love yourself)\n[00:39.51] Ride to it, ride to it\n[00:42.36] Ride to it (uh)\n[00:44.58] Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n[00:46.99] Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n[00:50.57] I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n[00:53.40] We were skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n[00:56.23] Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n[00:59.01] Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n[01:02.31] Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n[01:04.88] Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n[01:07.60] Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n[01:10.45] But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n[01:13.45] To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n[01:16.35] If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n[01:19.05] I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n[01:22.08] I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n[01:24.82] I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n[01:27.52] You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n[01:30.33] He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n[01:33.18] But if no team DraftKing, he gon' bet on the block\n[01:36.13] He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n[01:38.80] And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n[01:41.52] You can't relate, 'less yo' father was not around\n[01:43.83] And yo' mother went out and found someone else and then brought them 'round\n[01:46.98] And they salaries then combine, when they married, when it brought you out\n[01:49.47] Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n[01:52.25] So that when you back in the hood (know)\n[01:54.29] You feel awkward about it now (damn, that)\n[01:56.23] Then your confidence start to drown (you are loved)\n[01:58.67] But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts\n[02:00.26] So you jot 'em down, you jot 'em down (oh-oh)\n[02:04.15] Ride to it, ride to it (even)\n[02:06.33] Ride to it, ride to it (if you don't love yourself)\n[02:09.96] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[02:12.64] Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n[02:15.70] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:18.56] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:21.07] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:24.01] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:26.88] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:29.55] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:32.71] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n[02:36.93] Yeah, uh\n[02:37.92] Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n[02:40.67] To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n[02:43.59] I'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch\n[02:46.19] Tryna be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n[02:49.39] One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n[02:52.02] I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n[02:54.93] In this game, where all you've got is yo' name\n[02:57.38] Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n[03:00.55] Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n[03:03.44] I can see hate in both of yo' eyes, but the third's blind\n[03:06.10] So you search lines, but you struggle\n[03:08.89] Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n[03:11.92] I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n[03:14.68] Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n[03:17.55] They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n[03:19.72] But singin', \"Stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n[03:22.51] I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n[03:25.52] They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n[03:28.29] They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n[03:31.17] I wouldn't've lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n[03:33.95] I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n[03:37.44] Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n[03:40.21] Since the age of 14, Jermaine is no king\n[03:42.55] If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n[03:45.40] Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n[03:48.08] On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n[03:50.86] To be considered best or live and rest? The weight of both things\n[03:53.88] I understand the thirst of bein' first that made 'em both swing\n[03:56.34] Protectin' legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n[03:59.88] My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n[04:02.42] Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n[04:05.25] But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n[04:08.56] My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me\n[04:11.11] \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n[04:14.15] I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n[04:17.45] I text him back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n[04:20.93] They stripped me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n[04:23.68] They say I'm pickin' sides, ay, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n[04:26.54] Then start another war, ay, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n[04:29.40] I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n[04:32.03] Fuck all the narratives\n[04:33.74] Tappin' back into yo' magic pen is what's imperative\n[04:36.28] Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n[04:39.05] It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n[04:42.33] Reachin' yo' minds, keepin' yo' hearts, creepin' to find\n[04:44.63] Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n[04:47.68] Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n[04:50.05] I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit, my nigga\n[04:54.05] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (yeah, know)\n[04:56.37] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (y'all niggas, ooh, that you are loved)\n[05:00.03] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (oh-oh)\n[05:02.41] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (even)\n[05:04.91] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (if you)\n[05:07.54] Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me (don't love yourself)\n[05:11.36] Y'all niggas ain't\n[05:12.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: J. 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to it, ride to it (that you are loved)\n Ride to it, ride to it (oh-oh)\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Ride to it, ride to it (even)\n Ride to it, ride to it (if you don't love yourself)\n Ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it (uh)\n\n Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We were skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n\n I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped\n\n He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team DraftKing, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n\n You can't relate, 'less yo' father was not around\n And yo' mother went out and found someone else and then brought them 'round\n And they salaries then combine, when they married, when it brought you out\n Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town\n\n So that when you back in the hood (know)\n You feel awkward about it now (damn, that)\n Then your confidence start to drown (you are loved)\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts\n So you jot 'em down, you jot 'em down (oh-oh)\n\n Ride to it, ride to it (even)\n Ride to it, ride to it (if you don't love yourself)\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n Ride to it, ride to it, uh\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch\n Tryna be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts tryin'\n In this game, where all you've got is yo' name\n Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n\n Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise\n I can see hate in both of yo' eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds\n\n I hate what rap's become, but like do-not-disturb signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable\n But singin', \"Stop the violence\" tunes when dudes in hospitals\n\n I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't've lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro\n\n I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'\n Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?\n Since the age of 14, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n\n Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live and rest? 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Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n start_ms: 286390\n end_ms: 288940\n- text: Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n start_ms: 288940\n end_ms: 291390\n- text: I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't prime and shit\n start_ms: 291390\n end_ms: 294130\n- text: My nigga\n start_ms: 294130\n end_ms: 295380\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah\n start_ms: 295380\n end_ms: 297110\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, nah\n start_ms: 297110\n end_ms: 300760\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n start_ms: 300760\n end_ms: 303350\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n start_ms: 303350\n end_ms: 306060\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n start_ms: 306060\n end_ms: 308920\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n start_ms: 308920\n end_ms: 311550\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't\n start_ms: 311550\n end_ms: 312840\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 312840\nplain: |-\n Know that you are loved\n Even if you don't love yourself\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n\n Uh, young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow\n Minimum wage jobs for dinero\n But still, my mind was on the zeros\n I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so\n We was skippin' church, but my eyes was on the sparrows\n Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparels\n Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too\n Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew\n Mano y mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two\n Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the Fontainebleau\n But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot\n To dwell at the top, the ville where all my skeletons locked\n If I could do it all over, then I never would swap\n I seen good, I seen bad, had my melanin mocked\n I seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps\n I was Mike in red leather tryna tell 'em to stop\n You better beat it 'fore you see that heavy metal get popped\n He was a mean ass swing with a hell of a shot\n But if no team draft king, he gon' bet on the block\n He wanna ball 'til he fall or 'til the federals knock\n And send his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock\n You can't relate 'less your father was not around\n Or your mother went out and found\n Someone else and then brought 'em 'round\n And they salaries then combined\n When they married and brought you out of that poverty\n Then you moved to a soft little part of town\n So that when you back in the hood, you feel awkward about it now\n Then your confidence start to drown\n But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, so you jot 'em down\n You jot 'em down\n\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, ride to it\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Yeah, uh\n\n Benjamin Button, cold flows, reverse time\n To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes\n I'm scalin' heights higher than birds can perch, tryin'\n To be somethin', hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind\n One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme\n I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all and it hurts tryin'\n In this game where all you've got is your name like Dirk, I'm\n Smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine\n Absurd times, where the fake get told that it's wise\n I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind\n So you search lines, but you struggle\n Which explains the puzzled look on the dull faces the word finds\n I hate what rap's become, but like \"Do Not Disturb\" signs\n Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough\n They instigate the fuck shit because it's profitable\n But singin' \"Stop the Violence\" tunes with dudes in hospitals\n I pulled the plug because I seen where that was 'bout to go\n They wanted blood, they wanted cliques to make they pockets grow\n They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke\n I wouldn't've lost a battle, dog, I would've lost a bro\n I would've gained a foe, and all for what?\n Just to attain some old props from strangers\n That don't got a clue what I've been aimin' for\n Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king\n If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team\n Of algorithm bot niggas just to sway the whole thing\n On social media, competin' for your favorable memes\n To be considered best or live in rest, the weight of both things\n I understand the thirst to be in first that made 'em both swing\n Protectin' legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably\n My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me\n Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree\n But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh\n My dog textin' me, I'll share the words he said to me\n \"If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly,\" uh\n I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me\n I texted back like, \"Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga\"\n They stripped me of my spot and now I'm finally free, my nigga\n They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga\n To start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga\n I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga\n Fuck all the narratives\n Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative\n Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'\n It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts\n Reach in your minds, deep in your hearts, creep and I'll find\n Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up\n Help you cope with the rough times and shit\n I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't prime and shit\n My nigga\n\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, nah\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me\n Y'all niggas ain't\n"}]