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Then give the same (uh)\nDealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating\n\nCall it competition, feel more like it's class participation\nGet the gloves out, banger, banger\nIt ain't no love down south, memories painful\nMy patner got the plug down south, Cartagena\nFlew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\nShawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)\nNah, fuck it, they say you too tough\nExterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)\n\nInferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)\nTempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up\nBear wires, but not a bad guy\nYou know how black lives (don't) matter\nWe see the data and the pattern applied\nDon't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\nI be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n\nFuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\nEverybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\nDrained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\nBanged up, banger\nTell them bitches stop playin' with us\n\nGangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\nGangsta, gangsta\nUh, look, yeah\n\nI left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\nTook everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\nIt's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\nI should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\nProbably when I'm ridin' through the city\nCops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\nLike I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\nMind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n\nSaints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\nYou know I'm all about the business\nBack then, took Martha out to Kensington\nThen got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n'Bout all them cars we tried to crack\nSmash it, them doors we used to kick\nJack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\nIn another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n\nLike I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\nI get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\nI knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\nNow I feel all the blood is rushin'\nTake a second, a minute, adjustment\nHad a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\nThey ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\nThank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n\nFrom the spare tires, to the spare change\nThe insurance papers, and some blunt spray\nWhat the fuck would they want with that anyway?\nBut we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\nThat shit gon' happen every, any day\nMight not see bandanas\nBut he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\nHavin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\nI ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\nIt's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n\nWe too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\nEverybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\nDrained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\nBanged up, banger\nTell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n\nGangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\nGangsta, gangsta\nHaha","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.80] Uh\n[00:04.81] Look, uh\n[00:08.63] Look\n[00:10.24] Dawg, uh\n[00:11.40] They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n[00:14.68] Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n[00:17.77] Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n[00:20.85] Banged up, banger\n[00:21.80] Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)\n[00:23.84] I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles\n[00:26.74] Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber\n[00:29.86] Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful\n[00:32.79] Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful\n[00:35.68] It's goin' to my head\n[00:36.70] Don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain\n[00:40.69] You want respect? Then give the same (uh)\n[00:42.36] Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating\n[00:45.34] Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation\n[00:48.39] Get the gloves out, banger, banger\n[00:51.19] It ain't no love down south, memories painful\n[00:53.74] My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena\n[00:57.21] Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\n[01:00.07] Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)\n[01:02.10] Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough\n[01:04.18] Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)\n[01:06.50] Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)\n[01:09.44] Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up\n[01:12.40] Bear wires, but not a bad guy\n[01:14.32] You know how black lives (don't) matter\n[01:16.30] We see the data and the pattern applied\n[01:18.42] Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\n[01:21.53] I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n[01:24.51] Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n[01:27.64] Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n[01:30.66] Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n[01:33.70] Banged up, banger\n[01:34.83] Tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n[01:37.63] Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n[01:43.65] Gangsta, gangsta\n[01:46.62] Uh, look, yeah\n[01:48.76] I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\n[01:51.71] Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\n[01:54.90] It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n[01:57.96] I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\n[02:00.89] Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n[02:02.50] Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\n[02:04.05] Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\n[02:07.04] Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n[02:10.04] Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\n[02:13.04] You know I'm all about the business\n[02:14.55] Back then, took Martha out to Kensington\n[02:16.19] Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n[02:19.15] 'Bout all them cars we tried to crack\n[02:20.62] Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n[02:22.18] Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\n[02:25.23] In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n[02:28.23] Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n[02:31.45] I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n[02:34.57] I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\n[02:37.48] Now I feel all the blood is rushin'\n[02:38.90] Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n[02:40.49] Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\n[02:42.33] They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\n[02:43.43] Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n[02:45.39] From the spare tires, to the spare change\n[02:46.99] The insurance papers, and some blunt spray\n[02:48.41] What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n[02:49.81] But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\n[02:51.56] That shit gon' happen every, any day\n[02:52.93] Might not see bandanas\n[02:53.66] But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\n[02:56.02] Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\n[02:58.95] I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n[03:00.55] It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n[03:01.98] We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n[03:04.87] Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n[03:07.86] Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n[03:10.97] Banged up, banger\n[03:12.06] Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n[03:14.82] Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n[03:20.91] Gangsta, gangsta\n[03:25.95] Haha\n[03:26.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: JID - 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Then give the same (uh)\n  Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating\n\n  Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation\n  Get the gloves out, banger, banger\n  It ain't no love down south, memories painful\n  My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena\n  Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\n  Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)\n  Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough\n  Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)\n\n  Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)\n  Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up\n  Bear wires, but not a bad guy\n  You know how black lives (don't) matter\n  We see the data and the pattern applied\n  Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\n  I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n\n  Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Uh, look, yeah\n\n  I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\n  Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\n  It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n  I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\n  Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n  Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\n  Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\n  Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n\n  Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\n  You know I'm all about the business\n  Back then, took Martha out to Kensington\n  Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n  'Bout all them cars we tried to crack\n  Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n  Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\n  In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n\n  Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n  I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n  I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\n  Now I feel all the blood is rushin'\n  Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n  Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\n  They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\n  Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n\n  From the spare tires, to the spare change\n  The insurance papers, and some blunt spray\n  What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n  But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\n  That shit gon' happen every, any day\n  Might not see bandanas\n  But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\n  Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\n  I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n  It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n\n  We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Haha\n"},{"id":23319715,"name":"JID - Gz (Official Audio)","trackName":"JID - Gz (Official Audio)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh\nLook, uh\nLook\nDawg, uh\n\nThey say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\nEverybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\nDrained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\nBanged up, banger\nTell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)\n\nI feel the anger, all way down to my ankles\nTryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber\nPuttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful\nPuttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful\nIt's goin' to my head\nDon't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain\nYou want respect? 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Then give the same (uh)\n  Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creatin' (yeah)\n  Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation\n  Get the gloves out, banged up, banger\n  It ain't no love down south, memories painful\n  My patna got the plug down South, Cartagena\n  Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\n  Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta gangsta)\n  Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough\n  Exterior black, ugly, and rough (yeah)\n  Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (uh)\n  Temperature, fuck it, he sick and tired, he turn shit up (turn shit up)\n  Bad wires, but not a bad guy\n  You know how Black lives (don't) matter\n  We see the data and the pattern apply\n  Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\n  I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n  Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta)\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n  Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Uh, look, yeah\n  I left the flame, they hit the gang but had to park on the deck\n  Took everything from out the whip beside the change and the stick\n  It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n  I should get five percent tint, I'd be in all kinds of mischief\n  Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n  Cops think I'm ridin' 'round and gettin' it like I'm Tity\n  Tryna get money 'cause the economy is shitty\n  Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm rollin' up the window\n  Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it\n  You know I'm all about the Benji's\n  Back then took MARTA out to Kensington\n  Got my Jordans at the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n  'Bout all them cards we tried to crack\n  Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n  Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors (gangsta)\n  Way more important to the script\n  In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n  Like I mentioned, we had a game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n  I get in my car, see some glass by the door\n  And I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n  I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood, my window was busted\n  Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'\n  Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n  Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger\n  They ain't really found nothin' (come on, bruh)\n  Man, goddamn, them lil' niggas took everything\n  From the spare tires to the spare change\n  The insurance papers and some blunt spray\n  What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n  But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels\n  Man, that shit gon' happen every, any day\n  Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer\n  Like he John Henry tryna beat the train\n  Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain\n  I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n  It's them motherfuckers that be claimin'\n  That we too thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta)\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n  Uh, fuck\n  Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n"},{"id":23334887,"name":"Gz","trackName":"Gz","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh\nLook, uh\nLook\nDawg, uh\nThey say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\nEverybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\nDrained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\nBanged up, banger\nTell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)\nI feel the anger, all way down to my ankles\nTryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber\nPuttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful\nPuttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful\nIt's goin' to my head\nDon't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain\nYou want respect? 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Then give the same (uh)\n  Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating\n  Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation\n  Get the gloves out, banger, banger\n  It ain't no love down south, memories painful\n  My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena\n  Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\n  Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)\n  Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough\n  Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)\n  Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)\n  Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up\n  Bear wires, but not a bad guy\n  You know how black lives (don't) matter\n  We see the data and the pattern applied\n  Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\n  I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n  Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Uh, look, yeah\n  I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\n  Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\n  It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n  I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\n  Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n  Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\n  Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\n  Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n  Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\n  You know I'm all about the business\n  Back then, took Martha out to Kensington\n  Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n  'Bout all them cars we tried to crack\n  Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n  Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\n  In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n  Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n  I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n  I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\n  Now I feel all the blood is rushin'\n  Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n  Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\n  They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\n  Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n  From the spare tires, to the spare change\n  The insurance papers, and some blunt spray\n  What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n  But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\n  That shit gon' happen every, any day\n  Might not see bandanas\n  But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\n  Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\n  I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n  It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n  We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Haha\n"},{"id":36138969,"name":"Gz","trackName":"Gz","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (explicit)","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh\nLook, uh\nLook\nDawg, uh\nThey say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\nEverybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\nDrained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\nBanged up, banger\nTell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)\nI feel the anger, all way down to my ankles\nTryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber\nPuttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful\nPuttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful\nIt's goin' to my head\nDon't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain\nYou want respect? 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end_ms: 103650\n- text: Gangsta, gangsta\n  start_ms: 103650\n  end_ms: 106680\n- text: Uh, look, yeah\n  start_ms: 106680\n  end_ms: 108730\n- text: I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\n  start_ms: 108730\n  end_ms: 111800\n- text: Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\n  start_ms: 111800\n  end_ms: 114860\n- text: It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n  start_ms: 114860\n  end_ms: 117970\n- text: I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\n  start_ms: 117970\n  end_ms: 120820\n- text: Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n  start_ms: 120820\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 124070\n- text: Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\n  start_ms: 124070\n  end_ms: 127090\n- text: Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n  start_ms: 127090\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 133000\n- text: You know I'm all about the business\n  start_ms: 133000\n  end_ms: 134530\n- text: Back then, took Martha out to Kensington\n  start_ms: 134530\n  end_ms: 136200\n- text: Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n  start_ms: 136200\n  end_ms: 139170\n- text: '''Bout all them cars we tried to crack'\n  start_ms: 139170\n  end_ms: 140630\n- text: Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n  start_ms: 140630\n  end_ms: 142140\n- text: Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\n  start_ms: 142140\n  end_ms: 145260\n- text: In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n  start_ms: 145260\n  end_ms: 148210\n- text: Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n  start_ms: 148210\n  end_ms: 151420\n- text: I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n  start_ms: 151420\n  end_ms: 154550\n- text: I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\n  start_ms: 154550\n  end_ms: 157410\n- text: Now I feel all the blood is rushin'\n  start_ms: 157410\n  end_ms: 158850\n- text: Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n  start_ms: 158850\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162380\n- text: They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\n  start_ms: 162380\n  end_ms: 163420\n- text: Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n  start_ms: 163420\n  end_ms: 165340\n- text: From the spare tires, to the spare change\n  start_ms: 165340\n  end_ms: 166930\n- text: The insurance papers, and some blunt spray\n  start_ms: 166930\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 169820\n- text: But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\n  start_ms: 169820\n  end_ms: 171540\n- text: That shit gon' happen every, any day\n  start_ms: 171540\n  end_ms: 172980\n- text: Might not see bandanas\n  start_ms: 172980\n  end_ms: 173600\n- text: But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\n  start_ms: 173600\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 178980\n- text: I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n  start_ms: 178980\n  end_ms: 180550\n- text: It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n  start_ms: 180550\n  end_ms: 181940\n- text: We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  start_ms: 181940\n  end_ms: 184890\n- text: Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  start_ms: 184890\n  end_ms: 187840\n- text: Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  start_ms: 187840\n  end_ms: 190910\n- text: Banged up, banger\n  start_ms: 190910\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Gangsta, gangsta\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 205920\n- text: Haha\n  start_ms: 205920\n  end_ms: 207240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207240\nplain: |\n  Uh\n  Look, uh\n  Look\n  Dawg, uh\n  They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)\n  I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles\n  Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber\n  Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful\n  Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful\n  It's goin' to my head\n  Don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain\n  You want respect? Then give the same (uh)\n  Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating\n  Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation\n  Get the gloves out, banger, banger\n  It ain't no love down south, memories painful\n  My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena\n  Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos\n  Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)\n  Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough\n  Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)\n  Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)\n  Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up\n  Bear wires, but not a bad guy\n  You know how black lives (don't) matter\n  We see the data and the pattern applied\n  Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic\n  I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right\n  Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Uh, look, yeah\n  I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick\n  Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick\n  It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint\n  I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief\n  Probably when I'm ridin' through the city\n  Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it\n  Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty\n  Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window\n  Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it\n  You know I'm all about the business\n  Back then, took Martha out to Kensington\n  Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'\n  'Bout all them cars we tried to crack\n  Smash it, them doors we used to kick\n  Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script\n  In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate\n  Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense\n  I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, \"Why the fuck is this?\"\n  I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted\n  Now I feel all the blood is rushin'\n  Take a second, a minute, adjustment\n  Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin'\n  They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh)\n  Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything\n  From the spare tires, to the spare change\n  The insurance papers, and some blunt spray\n  What the fuck would they want with that anyway?\n  But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man\n  That shit gon' happen every, any day\n  Might not see bandanas\n  But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train\n  Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain\n  I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible\n  It's the motherfuckas that be claimin'\n  We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta\n  Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous\n  Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?\n  Banged up, banger\n  Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)\n  Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)\n  Gangsta, gangsta\n  Haha\n"}]