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it and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n\nUh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\nDon't like me, don't give no fuck\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRidin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\nAll of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\n\nI got some questions\nDon't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin'\nPeepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody come pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?\nBetter watch what you sayin'\n'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's thrown away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the art\nAnd you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target\nHe said \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (Damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation\nAskin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend\nWant an invitation, maybe\nI can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination\nOvertakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it my boy, that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information\nNiggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' places\nAin't forgot about you hoes hatin'\nAin't forgot about them conversations\nIn the barbershops\nI should go and fade 'em\nNiggas still ain't let me cover FADER\nBET won't give me nomination\nThat's a B-E-T\nI'm goin' crazy over everything\nUntil the cycle changes\nThat ain't even really complicated\nI am not the plantiff, I am not complainin'\nFeel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet\nOwn a team of flows like I'm Arthur Blank and\nEverybody that was sleepin', thank you\nIt's all covered like the bar's a blanket\nAll rubber to the road\nSmotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\nWith the trophy like I left a banquet\nUnder pressure, never overthinkin'\nOverstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table\nI'm not finna play with you\nBitches always talkin' 'bout\nThey doin' this, they doin' that\n\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.78]Soundin' like dreams, man\n[00:06.63]Soundin' like dreams, man\n[00:10.52]Soundin'-\n[00:11.25]I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n[00:14.36]Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n[00:16.27]'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n[00:18.19]I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n[00:21.79]If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans\n[00:24.02]I'm layin' outside of your crib\n[00:25.42]Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n[00:29.09]Put up a middle finger\n[00:30.59]Scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n[00:32.90]You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls\n[00:35.01]All that complementin' nigga shit\n[00:36.67]Leave a comment or you leave it to me\n[00:38.44]I send you to another world with this stick\n[00:40.06]Magic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist\n[00:42.13]Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n[00:43.85]Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n[00:45.95]God's son, got the sun in my fist\n[00:47.78]God's son got a gun\n[00:49.48]Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n[00:50.97]Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n[00:54.77]Niggas play with my profit, he done\n[00:56.36]Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n[00:58.12]And you must not know where we from\n[01:00.01]Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n[01:01.66]Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n[01:03.54]Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n[01:05.39]I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n[01:07.16]You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n[01:08.99]I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n[01:10.72]Uh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\n[01:12.78]Don't like me, don't give no fuck\n[01:14.44]Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n[01:16.38]You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n[01:18.26]Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n[01:19.73]Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n[01:21.47]Ridin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n[01:23.28]Met the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\n[01:25.35]Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n[01:27.07]Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\n[01:28.86]All of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n[01:32.45]I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n[01:34.37]Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n[01:36.43]Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n[01:37.80]I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n[01:42.04]Oh, shit\n[01:43.25]I got some questions\n[01:44.34]Don't got the answers\n[01:45.09]We had to find us another way\n[01:46.73]Lately, I ain't been trustin'\n[01:47.43]Peepin' the slander\n[01:48.75]That don't do nothin' but motivate\n[01:50.40]Don't nobody come pass or control the hate\n[01:52.08]Call me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?\n[01:53.87]Better watch what you sayin'\n[01:54.93]'cause how we play it\n[01:55.94]Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n[01:57.72]Just an unholy night when they on the way\n[01:59.31]Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n[02:01.39]We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n[02:02.91]Keep the sentences lighter, it's thrown away\n[02:04.93]'Cause we battlin' life through the art\n[02:06.58]And you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n[02:08.76]Told my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target\n[02:10.93]He said \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (Damn)\n[02:12.43]But, I know he ain't\n[02:14.48]So I know to pray\n[02:16.29]Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n[02:19.81]Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n[02:23.64]Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n[02:26.56]People watchin', money waitin'\n[02:28.37]World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah\n[02:31.69]Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n[02:34.63]Me and shawty havin' conversation\n[02:36.58]Askin' me about my occupation\n[02:38.18]What it's like and her friend\n[02:39.26]Want an invitation, maybe\n[02:40.53]I can pull off a combination\n[02:42.24]While I'm plottin' world 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I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  start_ms: 227290\n  end_ms: 228840\n- text: I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  start_ms: 228840\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 233720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233720\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans\n  I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger\n  Scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls\n  All that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me\n  I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n\n  Uh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fuck\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ridin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\n  All of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n\n  I got some questions\n  Don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin'\n  Peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody come pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?\n  Better watch what you sayin'\n  'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's thrown away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the art\n  And you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target\n  He said \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (Damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation\n  Askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend\n  Want an invitation, maybe\n  I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination\n  Overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it my boy, that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information\n  Niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places\n  Ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations\n  In the barbershops\n  I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER\n  BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T\n  I'm goin' crazy over everything\n  Until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated\n  I am not the plantiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet\n  Own a team of flows like I'm Arthur Blank and\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you\n  It's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road\n  Smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet\n  Under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table\n  I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout\n  They doin' this, they doin' that\n\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":23431054,"name":"Sun","trackName":"Sun","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin'-\nI got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\nNiggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\nI got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\nIf it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\nOr in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\nPut up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\nYou ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\nLeave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\nMagic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\nMagic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\nBron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\nGod's son, got the sun in my fist\nGod's son got a gun\nBet he pop it, you drop it and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\nI can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\nDon't like me, don't give no fucks\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRide through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\nAll of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\nI got some questions, don't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody can pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\nBetter watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the order\nYou givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\nHe said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend want an invitation\nMaybe, I can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\nAin't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\nNiggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\nThat's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\nThat ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\nFeel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\nEverybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\nAll rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\nWith the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\nOverstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\nBitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sun\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\n  I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fucks\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\n  All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n  I got some questions, don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody can pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\n  Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the order\n  You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\n  He said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend want an invitation\n  Maybe, I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":23783599,"name":"Sun","trackName":"Sun","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin'-\nI got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\nNiggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\nI got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\nIf it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\nOr in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\nPut up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\nYou ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\nLeave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\nMagic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\nMagic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\nBron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\nGod's son, got the sun in my fist\nGod's son got a gun\nBet he pop it, you drop it and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\nI can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\nDon't like me, don't give no fucks\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRide through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\nAll of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\nI got some questions, don't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody can pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\nBetter watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the order\nYou givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\nHe said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend want an invitation\nMaybe, I can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\nAin't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\nNiggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\nThat's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\nThat ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\nFeel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\nEverybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\nAll rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\nWith the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\nOverstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\nBitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sun\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\n  I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fucks\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\n  All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n  I got some questions, don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody can pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\n  Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the order\n  You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\n  He said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend want an invitation\n  Maybe, I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":34005918,"name":"Sun","trackName":"Sun","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":119.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin'-\nI got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\nNiggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\nI got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\nIf it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\nOr in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\nPut up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\nYou ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\nLeave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\nMagic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\nMagic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\nBron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\nGod's son, got the sun in my fist\nGod's son got a gun\nBet he pop it, you drop it and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\nI can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\nDon't like me, don't give no fucks\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRide through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\nAll of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\nI got some questions, don't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody can pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\nBetter watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the order\nYou givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\nHe said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend want an invitation\nMaybe, I can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\nAin't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\nNiggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\nThat's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\nThat ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\nFeel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\nEverybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\nAll rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\nWith the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\nOverstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\nBitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sun\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)\n  duration_ms: 119000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\n  I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fucks\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\n  All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n  I got some questions, don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody can pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\n  Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the order\n  You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\n  He said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend want an invitation\n  Maybe, I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":27156640,"name":"Sun","trackName":"Sun","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like 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and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\nI can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\nDon't like me, don't give no fucks\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRide through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\nAll of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\nI got some questions, don't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody can pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\nBetter watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the order\nYou givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\nHe said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend want an invitation\nMaybe, I can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\nAin't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\nNiggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\nThat's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\nThat ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\nFeel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\nEverybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\nAll rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\nWith the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\nOverstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\nBitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sun\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)\n  duration_ms: 259400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\n  I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fucks\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\n  All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n  I got some questions, don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody can pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\n  Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the order\n  You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\n  He said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend want an invitation\n  Maybe, I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":38501959,"name":"Sun","trackName":"Sun","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin'-\nI got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\nNiggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\nI got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\nIf it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\nOr in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\nPut up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\nYou ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\nLeave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\nMagic wand, bitch, the work in my 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know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend want an invitation\nMaybe, I can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\nMotivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\nNever holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\nTakin' spots, niggas holdin' 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the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sun\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'Cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger, scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, the work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm' (huh)\n  I can eat a rap bitch up (whoa)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fucks\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ride through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the ho don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (she tired)\n  All of these bitches fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n  I got some questions, don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody can pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, ho, what's a protege?\n  Better watch what you sayin' 'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the order\n  You givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target\n  He said, \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, whoa\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend want an invitation\n  Maybe, I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it, my boy,that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated, I am not the plaintiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha blankin'\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"},{"id":24335588,"name":"Sun (with Anycia)","trackName":"Sun (with Anycia)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Soundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin' like dreams, man\nSoundin'-\n\nI got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\nNiggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\nI got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\nIf it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans\nI'm layin' outside of your crib\nOr in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\nPut up a middle finger\nScream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\nYou ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls\nAll that complementin' nigga shit\nLeave a comment or you leave it to me\nI send you to another world with this stick\nMagic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist\nMagic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\nBron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\nGod's son, got the sun in my fist\nGod's son got a gun\nBet he pop it, you drop it and run\nAin't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\nNiggas play with my profit, he done\nNigga play with my partner, he dumb\nAnd you must not know where we from\nLet the heat dump when you come in these slums\nCame in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\nSeen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\nI could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\nYou a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\nI can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n\nUh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\nDon't like me, don't give no fuck\nGot J.I.D in the back with a what?\nYou a real freak, gotta show me sum'\nMake a nigga break bread like he owe me some\nAin't got no dick, you can blow me\nRidin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\nMet the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\nBack to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\nRunnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\nAll of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\nI blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\nTiffany set just to show off the grind\nDo what I want, but, you'll never be mine\nI am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\nOh, shit\n\nI got some questions\nDon't got the answers\nWe had to find us another way\nLately, I ain't been trustin'\nPeepin' the slander\nThat don't do nothin' but motivate\nDon't nobody come pass or control the hate\nCall me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?\nBetter watch what you sayin'\n'cause how we play it\nBullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\nJust an unholy night when they on the way\nMan, I hope no indictments is on the way\nWe can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\nKeep the sentences lighter, it's thrown away\n'Cause we battlin' life through the art\nAnd you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\nTold my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target\nHe said \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (Damn)\nBut, I know he ain't\nSo I know to pray\nLife fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\nDamn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\nNow, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\nPeople watchin', money waitin'\nWorld spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah\nFull moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\nMe and shawty havin' conversation\nAskin' me about my occupation\nWhat it's like and her friend\nWant an invitation, maybe\nI can pull off a combination\nWhile I'm plottin' world domination\nOvertakin'\nAin't underrated, ain't overrated\nAin't even made it, niggas still hatin'\nSaid I fall off, but they still waitin'\nJID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\nCole told me I should quit the playin'\nThen he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n(Appreciate it my boy, 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that\n\nI'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\nI'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\nI'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\nI'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\nMove the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.78] Soundin' like dreams, man\n[00:06.63] Soundin' like dreams, man\n[00:10.52] Soundin'-\n[00:11.25] I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n[00:14.36] Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n[00:16.27] 'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n[00:18.19] I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n[00:21.79] If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans\n[00:24.02] I'm layin' outside of your crib\n[00:25.42] Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n[00:29.09] Put up a middle finger\n[00:30.59] Scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n[00:32.90] You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls\n[00:35.01] All that complementin' nigga shit\n[00:36.67] Leave a comment or you leave it to me\n[00:38.44] I send you to another world with this stick\n[00:40.06] Magic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist\n[00:42.13] Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n[00:43.85] Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n[00:45.95] God's son, got the sun in my fist\n[00:47.78] God's son got a gun\n[00:49.48] Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n[00:50.97] Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n[00:54.77] Niggas play with my profit, he done\n[00:56.36] Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n[00:58.12] And you must not know where we from\n[01:00.01] Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n[01:01.66] Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n[01:03.54] Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n[01:05.39] I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n[01:07.16] You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n[01:08.99] I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n[01:10.72] Uh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\n[01:12.78] Don't like me, don't give no fuck\n[01:14.44] Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n[01:16.38] You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n[01:18.26] Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n[01:19.73] Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n[01:21.47] Ridin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n[01:23.28] Met the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\n[01:25.35] Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n[01:27.07] Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\n[01:28.86] All of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n[01:32.45] I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n[01:34.37] Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n[01:36.43] Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n[01:37.80] I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n[01:42.04] Oh, shit\n[01:43.25] I got some questions\n[01:44.34] Don't got the answers\n[01:45.09] We had to find us another way\n[01:46.73] Lately, I ain't been trustin'\n[01:47.43] Peepin' the slander\n[01:48.75] That don't do nothin' but 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start_ms: 185080\n  end_ms: 186800\n- text: Ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  start_ms: 186800\n  end_ms: 188750\n- text: Ain't forgot about them conversations\n  start_ms: 188750\n  end_ms: 190540\n- text: In the barbershops\n  start_ms: 190540\n  end_ms: 191450\n- text: I should go and fade 'em\n  start_ms: 191450\n  end_ms: 192580\n- text: Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER\n  start_ms: 192580\n  end_ms: 194370\n- text: BET won't give me nomination\n  start_ms: 194370\n  end_ms: 196150\n- text: That's a B-E-T\n  start_ms: 196150\n  end_ms: 197270\n- text: I'm goin' crazy over everything\n  start_ms: 197270\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Until the cycle changes\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: That ain't even really complicated\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 201730\n- text: I am not the plantiff, I am not complainin'\n  start_ms: 201730\n  end_ms: 203630\n- text: Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet\n  start_ms: 203630\n  end_ms: 205490\n- text: Own a team of 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I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  start_ms: 227290\n  end_ms: 228840\n- text: I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  start_ms: 228840\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 233720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233720\nplain: |-\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin' like dreams, man\n  Soundin'-\n\n  I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit\n  Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands\n  'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit\n  I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit\n  If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans\n  I'm layin' outside of your crib\n  Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick\n  Put up a middle finger\n  Scream \"Fuck the world\" while my other hand's on my dick\n  You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of cover girls\n  All that complementin' nigga shit\n  Leave a comment or you leave it to me\n  I send you to another world with this stick\n  Magic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist\n  Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists\n  Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six\n  God's son, got the sun in my fist\n  God's son got a gun\n  Bet he pop it, you drop it and run\n  Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets\n  Niggas play with my profit, he done\n  Nigga play with my partner, he dumb\n  And you must not know where we from\n  Let the heat dump when you come in these slums\n  Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped\n  Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh\n  I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh\n  You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'\n  I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'\n\n  Uh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)\n  Don't like me, don't give no fuck\n  Got J.I.D in the back with a what?\n  You a real freak, gotta show me sum'\n  Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some\n  Ain't got no dick, you can blow me\n  Ridin' through the city with a nigga real lowkey\n  Met the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me\n  Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'\n  Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)\n  All of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried\n  I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time\n  Tiffany set just to show off the grind\n  Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine\n  I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde\n  Oh, shit\n\n  I got some questions\n  Don't got the answers\n  We had to find us another way\n  Lately, I ain't been trustin'\n  Peepin' the slander\n  That don't do nothin' but motivate\n  Don't nobody come pass or control the hate\n  Call me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?\n  Better watch what you sayin'\n  'cause how we play it\n  Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day\n  Just an unholy night when they on the way\n  Man, I hope no indictments is on the way\n  We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case\n  Keep the sentences lighter, it's thrown away\n  'Cause we battlin' life through the art\n  And you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe\n  Told my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target\n  He said \"Boy, you know I'm straight\" (Damn)\n  But, I know he ain't\n  So I know to pray\n  Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady\n  Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy\n  Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'\n  People watchin', money waitin'\n  World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah\n  Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'\n  Me and shawty havin' conversation\n  Askin' me about my occupation\n  What it's like and her friend\n  Want an invitation, maybe\n  I can pull off a combination\n  While I'm plottin' world domination\n  Overtakin'\n  Ain't underrated, ain't overrated\n  Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'\n  Said I fall off, but they still waitin'\n  JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'\n  Cole told me I should quit the playin'\n  Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin'\n  (Appreciate it my boy, that shit on the way too)\n  Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it\n  Never holdin' on to information\n  Niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans\n  Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places\n  Ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'\n  Ain't forgot about them conversations\n  In the barbershops\n  I should go and fade 'em\n  Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER\n  BET won't give me nomination\n  That's a B-E-T\n  I'm goin' crazy over everything\n  Until the cycle changes\n  That ain't even really complicated\n  I am not the plantiff, I am not complainin'\n  Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet\n  Own a team of flows like I'm Arthur Blank and\n  Everybody that was sleepin', thank you\n  It's all covered like the bar's a blanket\n  All rubber to the road\n  Smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it\n  With the trophy like I left a banquet\n  Under pressure, never overthinkin'\n  Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table\n  I'm not finna play with you\n  Bitches always talkin' 'bout\n  They doin' this, they doin' that\n\n  I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'\n  I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank\n  I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money\n  I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)\n  Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch\n"}]