[{"id":30292150,"name":"Glory","trackName":"Glory","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)","duration":170.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, uh\n\nEarly in the morning, got sun in my eyes\nGiving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\nI ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\nBut it's not gon' deter my assignment\nAt the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\nBlack man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\nPlayin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\nTake him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\nTake him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\nTo praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\nBreakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\nGot with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\nGot a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\nThe world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\nPray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\nAnd lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\nGot caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\nGot baptized in cold water, it turned warm\nHe blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\nOur only path now is back to prison reform or\nOh, well, you know the sad route\nThe key is get into the game and then cash out\nLil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\nIt happens when you takin' the fast route\nBut I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\nTo find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\nMission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\nCategory, my life a comedy drama\nCome with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\nCome with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\nBetter come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\nOh (Mhm, let's go)\n\nHe's decked us out\nHasn't God decked you out?\nHasn't He made you brand new?\nBrought you up out of the muck and the mire?\nTurned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\nHe's decked you out, can I get a witness? (Uh)\nAnd get this (Look, uh)\n\nNighttime, I can see the stars and moon\nAnd the light shine down on the wars and wounds\nNo guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\nJust us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\nMy plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\nMy mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\nHungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\nLet the speaker resume\n\nAyy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\nHey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\nThe numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\nLook, uh\nOdds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\nTryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\nVengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\nBut if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\nHad you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\nAnd if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\nTake a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\nI make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\nYou get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\nWhich I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\nDiamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\nAssemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\nBut I give it to the most high, millionaire\nMulti-talented, multi-taskin' master\nMulti-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n.45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\nWhen— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\nOpen the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\nMy brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\nIn the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\nEven after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\nAnd it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\nEven a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\nI'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\nNothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\nCalvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\nLouis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\nI may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\nAnd when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\nCan I get a witness in here, somebody? (Hallelujah)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.53] Look, uh\n\n[00:19.69] Early in the morning, got sun in my eyes\n[00:21.90] Giving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\n[00:24.02] I ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\n[00:27.22] But it's not gon' deter my assignment\n[00:29.21] At the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\n[00:31.26] Black man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\n[00:33.77] Playin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\n[00:36.17] Take him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\n[00:38.94] Take him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\n[00:41.01] To praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\n[00:43.53] Breakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\n[00:45.89] Got with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\n[00:48.84] Got a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\n[00:50.84] The world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\n[00:53.00] Pray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\n[00:55.88] And lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\n[00:58.20] Got caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\n[01:00.68] Got baptized in cold water, it turned warm\n[01:02.92] He blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\n[01:05.60] Our only path now is back to prison reform or\n[01:08.76] Oh, well, you know the sad route\n[01:10.76] The key is get into the game and then cash out\n[01:12.85] Lil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\n[01:15.92] It happens when you takin' the fast route\n[01:17.72] But I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\n[01:20.24] To find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\n[01:22.36] Mission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\n[01:25.48] Category, my life a comedy drama\n[01:27.28] Come with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\n[01:29.72] Come with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\n[01:32.31] Better come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n[01:34.40] 'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\n[01:37.63] Oh (Mhm, let's go)\n\n[01:39.57] He's decked us out\n[01:41.16] Hasn't God decked you out?\n[01:43.24] Hasn't He made you brand new?\n[01:45.92] Brought you up out of the muck and the mire?\n[01:48.24] Turned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\n[01:51.91] He's decked you out, can I get a witness? 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(Uh)\n  And get this (Look, uh)\n\n  Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  Let the speaker resume\n\n  Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\n  Look, uh\n  Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\n  Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  Can I get a witness in here, somebody? (Hallelujah)\n"},{"id":24201509,"name":"Glory","trackName":"Glory","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":239.566104,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, uh\n\nEarly in the morning, got sun in my eyes\nGiving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\nI ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\nBut it's not gon' deter my assignment\nAt the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\nBlack man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\nPlayin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\nTake him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\nTake him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\nTo praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\nBreakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\nGot with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\nGot a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\nThe world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\nPray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\nAnd lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\nGot caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\nGot baptized in cold water, it turned warm\nHe blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\nOur only path now is back to prison reform or\nOh, well, you know the sad route\nThe key is get into the game and then cash out\nLil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\nIt happens when you takin' the fast route\nBut I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\nTo find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\nMission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\nCategory, my life a comedy drama\nCome with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\nCome with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\nBetter come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\nOh (Mhm, let's go)\n\nHe's decked us out\nHasn't God decked you out?\nHasn't He made you brand new?\nBrought you up out of the muck and the mire?\nTurned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\nHe's decked you out, can I get a witness? (Uh)\nAnd get this (Look, uh)\n\nNighttime, I can see the stars and moon\nAnd the light shine down on the wars and wounds\nNo guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\nJust us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\nMy plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\nMy mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\nHungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\nLet the speaker resume\n\nAyy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\nHey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\nThe numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\nLook, uh\nOdds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\nTryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\nVengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\nBut if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\nHad you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\nAnd if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\nTake a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\nI make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\nYou get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\nWhich I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\nDiamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\nAssemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\nBut I give it to the most high, millionaire\nMulti-talented, multi-taskin' master\nMulti-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n.45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\nWhen— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\nOpen the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\nMy brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\nIn the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\nEven after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\nAnd it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\nEven a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\nI'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\nNothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\nCalvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\nLouis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\nI may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\nAnd when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\nCan I get a witness in here, somebody? 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(Uh)\n  And get this (Look, uh)\n\n  Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  Let the speaker resume\n\n  Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\n  Look, uh\n  Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\n  Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  Can I get a witness in here, somebody? 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(Uh)\n  And get this (Look, uh)\n\n  Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  Let the speaker resume\n\n  Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\n  Look, uh\n  Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\n  Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  Can I get a witness in here, somebody? 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(Hallelujah)\n"},{"id":33609754,"name":"Glory","trackName":"Glory","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)","duration":401.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, uh\n\nEarly in the morning, got sun in my eyes\nGiving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\nI ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\nBut it's not gon' deter my assignment\nAt the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\nBlack man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\nPlayin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\nTake him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\nTake him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\nTo praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\nBreakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\nGot with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\nGot a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\nThe world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\nPray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\nAnd lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\nGot caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\nGot baptized in cold water, it turned warm\nHe blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\nOur only path now is back to prison reform or\nOh, well, you know the sad route\nThe key is get into the game and then cash out\nLil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\nIt happens when you takin' the fast route\nBut I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\nTo find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\nMission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\nCategory, my life a comedy drama\nCome with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\nCome with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\nBetter come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\nOh (Mhm, let's go)\n\nHe's decked us out\nHasn't God decked you out?\nHasn't He made you brand new?\nBrought you up out of the muck and the mire?\nTurned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\nHe's decked you out, can I get a witness? (Uh)\nAnd get this (Look, uh)\n\nNighttime, I can see the stars and moon\nAnd the light shine down on the wars and wounds\nNo guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\nJust us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\nMy plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\nMy mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\nHungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\nLet the speaker resume\n\nAyy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\nHey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\nThe numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\nLook, uh\nOdds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\nTryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\nVengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\nBut if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\nHad you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\nAnd if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\nTake a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\nI make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\nYou get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\nWhich I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\nDiamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\nAssemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\nBut I give it to the most high, millionaire\nMulti-talented, multi-taskin' master\nMulti-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n.45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\nWhen— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\nOpen the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\nMy brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\nIn the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\nEven after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\nAnd it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\nEven a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\nI'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\nNothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\nCalvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\nLouis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\nI may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\nAnd when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\nCan I get a witness in here, somebody? (Hallelujah)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.53] Look, uh\n\n[00:19.69] Early in the morning, got sun in my eyes\n[00:21.90] Giving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\n[00:24.02] I ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\n[00:27.22] But it's not gon' deter my assignment\n[00:29.21] At the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\n[00:31.26] Black man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\n[00:33.77] Playin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\n[00:36.17] Take him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\n[00:38.94] Take him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\n[00:41.01] To praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\n[00:43.53] Breakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\n[00:45.89] Got with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\n[00:48.84] Got a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\n[00:50.84] The world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\n[00:53.00] Pray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\n[00:55.88] And lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\n[00:58.20] Got caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\n[01:00.68] Got baptized in cold water, it turned warm\n[01:02.92] He blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\n[01:05.60] Our only path now is back to prison reform or\n[01:08.76] Oh, well, you know the sad route\n[01:10.76] The key is get into the game and then cash out\n[01:12.85] Lil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\n[01:15.92] It happens when you takin' the fast route\n[01:17.72] But I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\n[01:20.24] To find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\n[01:22.36] Mission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\n[01:25.48] Category, my life a comedy drama\n[01:27.28] Come with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\n[01:29.72] Come with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\n[01:32.31] Better come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n[01:34.40] 'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\n[01:37.63] Oh (Mhm, let's go)\n\n[01:39.57] He's decked us out\n[01:41.16] Hasn't God decked you out?\n[01:43.24] Hasn't He made you brand new?\n[01:45.92] Brought you up out of the muck and the mire?\n[01:48.24] Turned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\n[01:51.91] He's decked you out, can I get a witness? 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(Uh)\n  And get this (Look, uh)\n\n  Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  Let the speaker resume\n\n  Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\n  Look, uh\n  Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\n  Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  Can I get a witness in here, somebody? 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(Uh)\n  start_ms: 111910\n  end_ms: 115110\n- text: And get this (Look, uh)\n  start_ms: 115110\n  end_ms: 116640\n- text: Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  start_ms: 116640\n  end_ms: 118600\n- text: And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  start_ms: 118600\n  end_ms: 121120\n- text: No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  start_ms: 121120\n  end_ms: 123390\n- text: Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  start_ms: 123390\n  end_ms: 126600\n- text: My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  start_ms: 126600\n  end_ms: 129250\n- text: My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  start_ms: 129250\n  end_ms: 132110\n- text: Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  start_ms: 132110\n  end_ms: 134560\n- text: Let the speaker resume\n  start_ms: 134560\n  end_ms: 136640\n- text: Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  start_ms: 136640\n  end_ms: 139240\n- text: Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  start_ms: 139240\n  end_ms: 142320\n- text: The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n  start_ms: 142320\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: Look, uh\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 146150\n- text: Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  start_ms: 146150\n  end_ms: 148160\n- text: Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  start_ms: 148160\n  end_ms: 150360\n- text: Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  start_ms: 150360\n  end_ms: 152630\n- text: But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  start_ms: 152630\n  end_ms: 155240\n- text: Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  start_ms: 155240\n  end_ms: 157400\n- text: And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  start_ms: 157400\n  end_ms: 159960\n- text: Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  start_ms: 159960\n  end_ms: 162240\n- text: I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  start_ms: 162240\n  end_ms: 164800\n- text: You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  start_ms: 164800\n  end_ms: 167240\n- text: Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  start_ms: 167240\n  end_ms: 169600\n- text: Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  start_ms: 169600\n  end_ms: 172190\n- text: Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  start_ms: 172190\n  end_ms: 174640\n- text: But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  start_ms: 174640\n  end_ms: 176550\n- text: Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  start_ms: 176550\n  end_ms: 179030\n- text: Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  start_ms: 179030\n  end_ms: 181670\n- text: .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  start_ms: 181670\n  end_ms: 184200\n- text: When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  start_ms: 184200\n  end_ms: 186320\n- text: Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  start_ms: 186320\n  end_ms: 189240\n- text: My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  start_ms: 189240\n  end_ms: 191840\n- text: In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  start_ms: 191840\n  end_ms: 194320\n- text: Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  start_ms: 194320\n  end_ms: 196400\n- text: And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  start_ms: 196400\n  end_ms: 199240\n- text: Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  start_ms: 199240\n  end_ms: 201540\n- text: I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n  start_ms: 201540\n  end_ms: 205300\n- text: Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  start_ms: 205300\n  end_ms: 209190\n- text: Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  start_ms: 209190\n  end_ms: 212780\n- text: Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  start_ms: 212780\n  end_ms: 216540\n- text: I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  start_ms: 216540\n  end_ms: 222030\n- text: And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  start_ms: 222030\n  end_ms: 224660\n- text: Can I get a witness in here, somebody? (Hallelujah)\n  start_ms: 224660\n  end_ms: 235060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 235060\nplain: |\n  Look, uh\n\n  Early in the morning, got sun in my eyes\n  Giving glory to God, I'm alert and alive\n  I ain't even sleep, I been workin', I'm tired\n  But it's not gon' deter my assignment\n  At the Lord's service like I'm workin' a job\n  Black man shawty, robbin' people in Cobb\n  Playin' Crime Mob, he a child of the corn\n  Take him into court and on the Bible, he sworn\n  Take him into church, you know your mom and them goin'\n  To praise a King with a crown that's provided with thorns\n  Breakin' rules, skippin' school, pullin' fire alarms\n  Got with a crew, made a truce, an alliance was formed\n  Got a tool, start shootin', then the violence was born\n  The world spinnin' as he look into the eye of the storm\n  Pray for the boy, bow head, then lock arms\n  And lock your car doors, he could trigger the alarm\n  Got caught one time and they left him with just a warnin'\n  Got baptized in cold water, it turned warm\n  He blacked out, don't act out, he ain't performin'\n  Our only path now is back to prison reform or\n  Oh, well, you know the sad route\n  The key is get into the game and then cash out\n  Lil' buddy got to swervin' in the lane and then crashed out\n  It happens when you takin' the fast route\n  But I be tryna understand the mind of when you livin' in trauma\n  To find a way, a reminder, put it behind us\n  Mission was unaccomplished, it was tough, but in the rough we found diamonds\n  Category, my life a comedy drama\n  Come with the comments, come with the sticks or the stones\n  Come with a red dot, I'm wearin' Comme des Garçons\n  Better come with a headshot, better hit me, drop me, get me gone\n  'Cause when daylight come, then you gon' wanna go home\n  Oh (Mhm, let's go)\n\n  He's decked us out\n  Hasn't God decked you out?\n  Hasn't He made you brand new?\n  Brought you up out of the muck and the mire?\n  Turned you around and placed your feet on solid ground?\n  He's decked you out, can I get a witness? (Uh)\n  And get this (Look, uh)\n\n  Nighttime, I can see the stars and moon\n  And the light shine down on the wars and wounds\n  No guts, no glory, no thugs, no goons\n  Just us, my story, my life, my rules, my fight\n  My plight when the light hit the jewels on my ice\n  My mood, in the club off a lot of shots of Clase Azul\n  Hungover, doin' million-dollar meetings on Zoom\n  Let the speaker resume\n\n  Ayy, yeah, we can hear you now, go ahead, Victoria\n  Hey, guys, hey, JID, just getting back from a meeting\n  The numbers are looking great and we're about to get—\n\n  Look, uh\n  Odds against me (Switch), I'm against the odds\n  Tryna get even, see the evil in my eyes\n  Vengeance is the Lord's, so I leave it up to God\n  But if He don't move forward, I'ma get me mines\n  Had you cleanin' out your closet, I'ma empty mines\n  And if you tempt me, sinner send 'em six feet down\n  Take a drive 'til Xzibit come and pimp me ride\n  I make her switch anything that ain't gon' get me time\n  You get the gist, just in case I'm in the wrong state of mind\n  Which I am most the time, but then I toe a thin line\n  Diamonds and gold shine, twinkle and glisten, so the women\n  Assemble like Voltron then try and get your attention\n  But I give it to the most high, millionaire\n  Multi-talented, multi-taskin' master\n  Multi-faceted, multi-functionin' stander\n  .45 caliber, four, five passengers, no life matters\n  When— Mad at whatever, so meet the pastor\n  Open the Bible up and read a chapter, I'm tryna free the shackles\n  My brother back inside a cell, so I just said a prayer\n  In the Garden of Eden, say he couldn't help but eat the apple\n  Even after all of this stuff, I'm at the chapel\n  And it's natural, I know my foundation build castles\n  Even a statue, no limitation in a time capsule\n  I'm sendin' glory up to God to give it back to you, casual\n\n  Nothing in my wardrobe compares to what he's outfitted me with\n  Calvin Klein can't touch it, Gucci can't touch it\n  Louis Vuitton can't touch it, Armani can't touch it\n  I may not look much to you right now, but God sees me through Christ\n  And when He sees me, I look like a million bucks\n  Can I get a witness in here, somebody? (Hallelujah)\n"}]