[{"id":37480548,"name":"J. Cole - Two Six (Official Audio)","trackName":"J. Cole - Two Six (Official Audio)","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"J. Cole Videos","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Two six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\n\nIf I wasn't rapin', bitch, I might just be the president\nPlease with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevance\nWe know yo' shit is droppin', we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us\nBitch, you was good in school why you hidin' yo intelligence?\nI remember when you was gettin' A's, now you fallin' us\nPlayin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'\n\nCaught a lotta bodies, so my closet it got skeletons\nDon't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\nRolls-Royce, please don't sell these rapper no more Cullinans\nThey unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\nCome in, boy I'm sonnin' them they know I'm one of them\nTwo six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\nHe got a speech impediment from choppas he be cuddin'\n\nHe say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-studderin'\nWhen I'm in the city, bitches be screamin' out my goverment\nWhen I'm in the city, bitches be screamin' (Jermaine, ay-ay)\nOutcast but I was never cast out\nI'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (ay-ay)\nSlim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\nLike a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (ay-ay)\n\nWhen you see yo' nigga on the boulevard (ay-ay)\nRoll down your window, holla from afar (ay-ay)\nIf you spot a 'vile nigga, lock your car (ay-ay)\nIt's a real good chance he's a\n\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild\n\nBitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\nNiggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\nI got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at that manor\nNigga\nThat shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\nThem bitches get built for me\nLike cheerleader, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\nAnd I don't want 'em to kill for me\nAnd I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\nNigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's yo' lane\n\nIn the 90's it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\nNiggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\nY'all ain't even getting' no bags\nY'all call em' bags, but my type of bags\nThey can't e'en fit in the back\nIm the future of this rap shit, nigga\nFuck e'rythin' that I did in the past\n\nIm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard\nI just go harder, nigga\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\nTwo six niggas wild, bitch\n\nTwo six niggas wild (ay-ay)\nWhen you see yo' nigga on the boulevard (ay-ay)\nRoll your window down, holla from afar (ay-ay)\nIf you spot a 'ville nigga, lock your cars (ay-ay)\nIt's a real good chance he's a dawg (ay-ay)\nThe sky was covered by clouds is like the colour of the smoke\nI couldn't see the sun, I couldn't see the sun, but I come to a glimmer of hope\n\nA thousand miles from heaven and a block away from the slums\nAdjacent to the hood, just like the pointer is to the thumb\nSome days I had to use em' both for pickin' up crumbs\nTo place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\nBe careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\nSmilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\nI was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb\n\nBut I knew I'd find me a way\nFell off and fell on my face\nBut I knew I'd find a way","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:01.06]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:02.56]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:03.85]Two six niggas wild\n[00:05.55]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:07.19]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:08.53]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:09.93]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[00:11.53]If I wasn't rapin', bitch, I might just be the president\n[00:14.18]Please with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevance\n[00:16.94]We know yo' shit is droppin', we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us\n[00:19.80]Bitch, you was good in school why you hidin' yo intelligence?\n[00:22.73]I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you fallin' us\n[00:25.73]Playin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'\n[00:28.69]Caught a lotta bodies, so my closet it got skeletons\n[00:31.68]Don't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\n[00:34.65]Rolls-Royce, please don't sell these rapper no more Cullinans\n[00:37.30]They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\n[00:40.24]Come in, boy I'm sonnin' them they know I'm one of them\n[00:43.37]Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\n[00:46.27]He got a speech impediment from choppas he be cuddin'\n[00:49.05]He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-studderin'\n[00:51.93]When I'm in the city, bitches be screamin' out my goverment\n[00:55.05]When I'm in the city, bitches be screamin' (Jermaine, ay-ay)\n[00:58.35]Outcast but I was never cast out\n[01:01.01]I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (ay-ay)\n[01:03.87]Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\n[01:06.97]Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (ay-ay)\n[01:10.11]When you see yo' nigga on the boulevard (ay-ay)\n[01:12.69]Roll down your window, holla from afar (ay-ay)\n[01:15.46]If you spot a 'vile nigga, lock your car (ay-ay)\n[01:18.51]It's a real good chance he's a\n[01:21.73]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:22.91]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:24.38]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:25.99]Two six niggas wild\n[01:27.49]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:28.99]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:30.63]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:31.94]Two six niggas wild\n[01:33.29]Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\n[01:36.35]Niggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\n[01:39.04]I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at that manor\n[01:41.71]Nigga\n[01:42.20]That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\n[01:44.93]Them bitches get built for me\n[01:46.09]Like cheerleader, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\n[01:47.36]And I don't want 'em to kill for me\n[01:49.33]And I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\n[01:50.82]Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's yo' lane\n[01:53.02]In the 90's it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\n[01:55.99]Niggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\n[01:58.37]Y'all ain't even getting' no bags\n[01:59.86]Y'all call em' bags, but my type of bags\n[02:01.14]They can't e'en fit in the back\n[02:02.52]Im the future of this rap shit, nigga\n[02:04.36]Fuck e'rythin' that I did in the past\n[02:05.70]Im blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard\n[02:07.89]I just go harder, nigga\n[02:08.46]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:09.68]Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\n[02:11.45]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:12.98]Two six niggas wild\n[02:14.32]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:15.66]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:17.27]Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:18.72]Two six niggas wild (ay-ay)\n[02:20.65]When you see yo' nigga on the boulevard (ay-ay)\n[02:22.95]Roll your window down, holla from afar (ay-ay)\n[02:25.83]If you spot a 'ville nigga, lock your cars (ay-ay)\n[02:28.88]It's a real good chance he's a dawg (ay-ay)\n[02:32.63]\n[02:34.85]The sky was covered by clouds is like the colour of the smoke\n[02:37.99]I couldn't see the sun, I couldn't see the sun, but I come to a glimmer of hope\n[02:43.02]A thousand miles from heaven and a block away from the slums\n[02:45.94]Adjacent to the hood, just like the pointer is to the thumb\n[02:48.59]Some days I had to use em' both for pickin' up crumbs\n[02:51.56]To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n[02:54.74]Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n[02:57.54]Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n[03:00.98]I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb\n[03:03.85]But I knew I'd find me a way\n[03:08.45]Fell off and fell on my face\n[03:11.27]But I knew I'd find a way\n[03:12.68]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: J. 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194430\nplain: |\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas—\n  If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I might just be the president\n  Pleas with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevance\n  We know your shit is droppin', we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us\n  Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin' your intelligence?\n  I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you failin' us\n  Playin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'\n  Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons\n  Don't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\n  Rolls Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more Cullinans\n  They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\n  Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them\n  Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\n  He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'\n  He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'\n  When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government\n  When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)\n  Outcast but I was never cast out\n  I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)\n  Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\n  Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)\n  When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n  Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n  If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n  It's a real good chance he's a—\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\n  Niggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\n  I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at the manor, nigga\n  That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\n  Them bitches get built for me\n  Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\n  And I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\n  Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane\n  In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\n  Niggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\n  Y'all ain't even gettin' no bags\n  Y'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back\n  I'm the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the past\n  I'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)\n  When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n  Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n  If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n  It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy)\n  The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke\n  I couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the Sun\n  But I come to a glimmer of hope\n  A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums\n  Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb\n  Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs\n  To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n  Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n  Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n  I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh\n  But I knew I'd find me a way\n  Fell off and fell on my face\n  But I knew I'd find a way\n"},{"id":36926672,"name":"Two Six","trackName":"Two Six","artistName":"J. 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Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\n[00:35.30] Rolls Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more Cullinans\n[00:38.06] They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\n[00:41.06] Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them\n[00:43.85] Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\n[00:46.97] He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'\n[00:49.73] He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'\n[00:52.74] When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government\n[00:55.53] When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)\n[00:59.13] Outcast but I was never cast out\n[01:01.57] I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:04.57] Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\n[01:07.48] Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:10.86] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:13.37] Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:16.60] If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:19.56] It's a real good chance he's a—\n[01:21.79] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:23.31] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:24.79] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:26.23] Two six niggas wild\n[01:27.71] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:29.15] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:30.67] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:32.15] Two six niggas wild\n[01:33.67] Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\n[01:36.48] Niggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\n[01:39.03] I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at the manor, nigga\n[01:41.88] That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\n[01:45.16] Them bitches get built for me\n[01:46.27] Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\n[01:48.28] And I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\n[01:50.79] Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane\n[01:53.07] In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\n[01:56.27] Niggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\n[01:58.67] Y'all ain't even gettin' no bags\n[01:59.91] Y'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back\n[02:02.79] I'm the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the past\n[02:05.75] I'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga\n[02:09.03] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:10.12] Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\n[02:11.63] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:13.08] Two six niggas wild\n[02:14.51] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:15.99] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:17.39] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:18.87] Two six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:20.31] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:23.92] Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:26.59] If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:29.60] It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:35.11] The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke\n[02:38.68] I couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the Sun\n[02:42.31] But I come to a glimmer of hope\n[02:44.27] A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums\n[02:46.43] Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb\n[02:49.55] Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs\n[02:52.24] To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n[02:55.63] Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n[02:58.23] Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n[03:01.16] I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh\n[03:04.64] But I knew I'd find me a way\n[03:08.20] Fell off and fell on my face\n[03:11.60] But I knew I'd find a way\n[03:14.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Two Six\n  artist: J. 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Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\n[00:35.30] Rolls Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more Cullinans\n[00:38.06] They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\n[00:41.06] Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them\n[00:43.85] Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\n[00:46.97] He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'\n[00:49.73] He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'\n[00:52.74] When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government\n[00:55.53] When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)\n[00:59.13] Outcast but I was never cast out\n[01:01.57] I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:04.57] Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\n[01:07.48] Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:10.86] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:13.37] Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:16.60] If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n[01:19.56] It's a real good chance he's a—\n[01:21.79] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:23.31] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:24.79] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:26.23] Two six niggas wild\n[01:27.71] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:29.15] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:30.67] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[01:32.15] Two six niggas wild\n[01:33.67] Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\n[01:36.48] Niggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\n[01:39.03] I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at the manor, nigga\n[01:41.88] That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\n[01:45.16] Them bitches get built for me\n[01:46.27] Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\n[01:48.28] And I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\n[01:50.79] Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane\n[01:53.07] In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\n[01:56.27] Niggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\n[01:58.67] Y'all ain't even gettin' no bags\n[01:59.91] Y'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back\n[02:02.79] I'm the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the past\n[02:05.75] I'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga\n[02:09.03] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:10.12] Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\n[02:11.63] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:13.08] Two six niggas wild\n[02:14.51] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:15.99] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:17.39] Two six niggas wild, bitch\n[02:18.87] Two six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:20.31] When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:23.92] Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:26.59] If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:29.60] It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy)\n[02:35.11] The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke\n[02:38.68] I couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the Sun\n[02:42.31] But I come to a glimmer of hope\n[02:44.27] A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums\n[02:46.43] Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb\n[02:49.55] Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs\n[02:52.24] To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n[02:55.63] Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n[02:58.23] Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n[03:01.16] I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh\n[03:04.64] But I knew I'd find me a way\n[03:08.20] Fell off and fell on my face\n[03:11.60] But I knew I'd find a way\n[03:14.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Two Six\n  artist: J. 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162310\n  end_ms: 164270\n- text: A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums\n  start_ms: 164270\n  end_ms: 166430\n- text: Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb\n  start_ms: 166430\n  end_ms: 169550\n- text: Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs\n  start_ms: 169550\n  end_ms: 172240\n- text: To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n  start_ms: 172240\n  end_ms: 175630\n- text: Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n  start_ms: 175630\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 181160\n- text: I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh\n  start_ms: 181160\n  end_ms: 184640\n- text: But I knew I'd find me a way\n  start_ms: 184640\n  end_ms: 188200\n- text: Fell off and fell on my face\n  start_ms: 188200\n  end_ms: 191600\n- text: But I knew I'd find a way\n  start_ms: 191600\n  end_ms: 194430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 194430\nplain: |\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas—\n  If I wasn't rappin', bitch, I might just be the president\n  Pleas with the beggin', that shit dwindlin' your relevance\n  We know your shit is droppin', we ain't coppin' what you sellin' us\n  Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin' your intelligence?\n  I remember when you was gettin' A's, now you failin' us\n  Playin' hard for the white boys that can't tell the diff'\n  Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons\n  Don't believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence\n  Rolls Royce, please don't sell these rappers no more Cullinans\n  They unoriginal, and plus I know they don't be budgetin'\n  Come in, boy, I'm sonnin' them, they know I'm really one of them\n  Two six, lotta screws loose with my brudda'nem\n  He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin'\n  He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin'\n  When I'm in the city, bitches screamin' out my government\n  When I'm in the city, bitches screamin'— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)\n  Outcast but I was never cast out\n  I'm a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)\n  Slim odds for a nigga gettin' to this cash route\n  Like a rap bitch goin' plat' without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)\n  When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n  Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n  If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n  It's a real good chance he's a—\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL\n  Niggas be sayin' I'm humble as hell, not knowin' I'm bougie\n  I got standards, nigga, I damn near can't even stay at the manor, nigga\n  That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me\n  Them bitches get built for me\n  Like cheerleaders, I'm steppin' on these niggas skillfully\n  And I don't want 'em to kill for me, and I don't want nobody gettin' killed for me\n  Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess that's your lane\n  In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays it's clout and fame\n  Niggas is gassed, goin' viral off hate and shit a disgrace\n  Y'all ain't even gettin' no bags\n  Y'all call 'em bags, but my type of bags, they can't even fit in the back\n  I'm the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the past\n  I'm blowin' it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild, bitch\n  Two six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)\n  When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)\n  Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)\n  If you spot a 'Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)\n  It's a real good chance he's a dawg (Ayy-ayy)\n  The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke\n  I couldn't see the Sun, I couldn't see the Sun\n  But I come to a glimmer of hope\n  A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums\n  Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb\n  Some days I had to use 'em both for pickin' up them crumbs\n  To place upon my tongue knowin' the hunger would not numb\n  Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum\n  Smilin', goin' viral while infectin' all of the young\n  I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh\n  But I knew I'd find me a way\n  Fell off and fell on my face\n  But I knew I'd find a way\n"}]