[{"id":23781667,"name":"VCRs","trackName":"VCRs","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From Rosewood all around the world\nBrought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\nReminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\nVengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\nFuck you\nLook, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\nWant that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\nYou're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\nMy mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\nYou know how power and money do\nTry to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\nWhen I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\nI'm from the 6, no Devil shit\nPrince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\nSeeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\nTaraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\nThey wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\nHop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\nCops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\nPull me to the side, I go IG live\nIf I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\nDo it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\nHold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\nAnd if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\nOnly one shot could cause a second line\nOne, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\nFour niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\nFive o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\nBut the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\nSeven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\nNo, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\nNine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\nTen times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n(One, two, three) look, uh\nEverywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\nI open up my soul, and then it open doors\nAin't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\nBut I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\nI got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\nIf I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\nYou just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\nI keep a pole like I might go fishin'\nI'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\nA light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\nShe on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\nHe walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\nI hope (niggas gon' be fine)\nBut why whine? This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\nWe turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wanting more\nBut money make the continent spin\nBuilt the world in seven days\nRolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressing in our better days\nRaising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\nNow he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n.357 snub hanging out the window\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\nThis a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\nWho the unlucky thirteenth?\nThey made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\nAnd you can say it's dirt cheap\n'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\nPersonally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\nI'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\nBattlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\nBalancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: VCRs\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  From Rosewood all around the world\n  Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\n  Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n  Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\n  Fuck you\n  Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\n  Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n  You know how power and money do\n  Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\n  I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\n  Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  Seeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  They wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n  Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\n  Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  Pull me to the side, I go IG live\n  If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n  Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\n  Hold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\n  And if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\n  Only one shot could cause a second line\n  One, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\n  Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  But the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\n  Seven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\n  Ten times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n  (One, two, three) look, uh\n  Everywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  I open up my soul, and then it open doors\n  Ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n  I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n  I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  A light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\n  She on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  He walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\n  I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n  But why whine? This shit get better with time\n  See the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\n  We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  The money we spend just leave us wanting more\n  But money make the continent spin\n  Built the world in seven days\n  Rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  We was line pressing in our better days\n  Raising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\n  They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n  Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\n  Now he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\n  Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  .357 snub hanging out the window\n  Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  I'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\n  Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  Nine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\n  Doing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\n  This a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n  Who the unlucky thirteenth?\n  They made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\n  And you can say it's dirt cheap\n  'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n  Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n  I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n  Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n  Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n"},{"id":23501030,"name":"VCRs","trackName":"VCRs","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)","duration":238.272,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From Rosewood all around the world\nBrought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\nReminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\nVengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\nFuck you\nLook, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\nWant that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\nYou're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\nMy mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\nYou know how power and money do\nTry to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\nWhen I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\nI'm from the 6, no Devil shit\nPrince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\nSeeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\nTaraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\nThey wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\nHop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\nCops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\nPull me to the side, I go IG live\nIf I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\nDo it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\nHold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\nAnd if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\nOnly one shot could cause a second line\nOne, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\nFour niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\nFive o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\nBut the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\nSeven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\nNo, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\nNine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\nTen times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n(One, two, three) look, uh\nEverywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\nI open up my soul, and then it open doors\nAin't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\nBut I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\nI got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\nIf I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\nYou just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\nI keep a pole like I might go fishin'\nI'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\nA light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\nShe on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\nHe walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\nI hope (niggas gon' be fine)\nBut why whine? This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\nWe turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wanting more\nBut money make the continent spin\nBuilt the world in seven days\nRolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressing in our better days\nRaising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\nNow he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n.357 snub hanging out the window\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\nThis a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\nWho the unlucky thirteenth?\nThey made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\nAnd you can say it's dirt cheap\n'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\nPersonally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\nI'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\nBattlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\nBalancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: VCRs\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly (Alternate Version)\n  duration_ms: 238272\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  From Rosewood all around the world\n  Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\n  Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n  Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\n  Fuck you\n  Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\n  Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n  You know how power and money do\n  Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\n  I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\n  Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  Seeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  They wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n  Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\n  Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  Pull me to the side, I go IG live\n  If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n  Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\n  Hold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\n  And if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\n  Only one shot could cause a second line\n  One, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\n  Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  But the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\n  Seven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\n  Ten times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n  (One, two, three) look, uh\n  Everywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  I open up my soul, and then it open doors\n  Ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n  I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n  I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  A light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\n  She on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  He walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\n  I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n  But why whine? This shit get better with time\n  See the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\n  We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  The money we spend just leave us wanting more\n  But money make the continent spin\n  Built the world in seven days\n  Rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  We was line pressing in our better days\n  Raising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\n  They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n  Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\n  Now he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\n  Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  .357 snub hanging out the window\n  Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  I'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\n  Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  Nine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\n  Doing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\n  This a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n  Who the unlucky thirteenth?\n  They made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\n  And you can say it's dirt cheap\n  'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n  Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n  I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n  Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n  Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n"},{"id":23337840,"name":"VCRs","trackName":"VCRs","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"From Rosewood all around the world\nBrought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\nReminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\nVengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\nFuck you\nLook, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\nWant that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\nYou're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\nMy mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\nYou know how power and money do\nTry to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\nWhen I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\nI'm from the 6, no Devil shit\nPrince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\nSeeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\nTaraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\nThey wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\nHop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\nCops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\nPull me to the side, I go IG live\nIf I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\nDo it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\nHold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\nAnd if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\nOnly one shot could cause a second line\nOne, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\nFour niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\nFive o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\nBut the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\nSeven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\nNo, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\nNine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\nTen times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n(One, two, three) look, uh\nEverywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\nI open up my soul, and then it open doors\nAin't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\nBut I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\nI got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\nIf I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\nYou just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\nI keep a pole like I might go fishin'\nI'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\nA light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\nShe on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\nHe walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\nI hope (niggas gon' be fine)\nBut why whine? This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\nWe turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wanting more\nBut money make the continent spin\nBuilt the world in seven days\nRolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressing in our better days\nRaising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\nNow he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n.357 snub hanging out the window\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\nThis a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\nWho the unlucky thirteenth?\nThey made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\nAnd you can say it's dirt cheap\n'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\nPersonally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\nI'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\nBattlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\nBalancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: VCRs\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  From Rosewood all around the world\n  Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free\n  Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n  Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal\n  Fuck you\n  Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you\n  Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n  You know how power and money do\n  Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\n  I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\n  Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  Seeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  They wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n  Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God\n  Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  Pull me to the side, I go IG live\n  If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n  Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\n  Hold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine\n  And if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time\n  Only one shot could cause a second line\n  One, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on\n  Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  But the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6\n  Seven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone\n  Ten times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode\n  (One, two, three) look, uh\n  Everywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  I open up my soul, and then it open doors\n  Ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n  I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n  I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  A light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro\n  She on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  He walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind?\n  I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n  But why whine? This shit get better with time\n  See the movie's, not rewinding, my friend\n  We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  The money we spend just leave us wanting more\n  But money make the continent spin\n  Built the world in seven days\n  Rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  We was line pressing in our better days\n  Raising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates\n  They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n  Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart\n  Now he just a scattering thought, a part of the art\n  Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  .357 snub hanging out the window\n  Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  I'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget\n  Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  Nine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case\n  Doing two elevens, ain't never make us rich\n  This a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n  Who the unlucky thirteenth?\n  They made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling\n  And you can say it's dirt cheap\n  'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n  Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n  I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n  Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n  Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n"},{"id":30031587,"name":"VCRs","trackName":"VCRs","artistName":"JID, Vince Staples","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Deluxe)","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":" From Rosewood all around the world\r\n Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free (AAAHH!!!)\r\n Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\r\n Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you\r\nA colossal—\r\nFUCK YOU!\r\n \r\n Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Prolly humble you\r\n Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\r\n You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\r\n My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\r\n You know how power and money do\r\n Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\r\n When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\r\n I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\r\n Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\r\n Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\r\n Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\r\n They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\r\n Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\r\n Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\r\n Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\r\n If I feel endangered, I'ma up my—\r\nFah!\r\n Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\r\n Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\r\n And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\r\n Only one shot could cause a second line\r\n One, two, three... niggas ridin' through the city with they strap on\r\n Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\r\n Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\r\n But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the 6\r\n Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\r\n No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\r\n 9 on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone\r\n Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three... look, uh)\r\n E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\r\n I open up my soul and then it opened doors\r\n I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\r\n But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it on\r\n I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\r\n If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\r\n You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\r\n I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\r\n I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\r\n A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\r\n She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\r\n He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? 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Prolly humble you\r\n[00:22.14] Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\r\n[00:25.02] You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\r\n[00:28.02] My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\r\n[00:30.89] You know how power and money do\r\n[00:33.01] Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\r\n[00:36.26] When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\r\n[00:39.56] I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\r\n[00:41.56] Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\r\n[00:44.15] Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\r\n[00:46.88] Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\r\n[00:49.13] They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\r\n[00:52.52] Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\r\n[00:55.44] Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\r\n[00:58.39] Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\r\n[01:00.74] If I feel endangered, I'ma up my—\r\n[01:02.53]Fah!\r\n[01:03.24] Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\r\n[01:05.43] Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\r\n[01:08.33] And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\r\n[01:10.89] Only one shot could cause a second line\r\n[01:12.87] One, two, three... niggas ridin' through the city with they strap on\r\n[01:17.35] Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\r\n[01:19.99] Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\r\n[01:22.64] But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the 6\r\n[01:25.57] Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\r\n[01:28.96] No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\r\n[01:31.75] 9 on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone\r\n[01:34.74] Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three... look, uh)\r\n[01:37.56] E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\r\n[01:40.65] I open up my soul and then it opened doors\r\n[01:43.51] I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\r\n[01:46.17] But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it on\r\n[01:48.67] I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\r\n[01:51.21] If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\r\n[01:54.38] You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\r\n[01:57.56] I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\r\n[02:00.21] I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\r\n[02:02.84] A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\r\n[02:05.42] She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\r\n[02:08.37] He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? 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Prolly humble you\\r\\n Want that nice crib in the Hills? 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Real comfortable\\r\\n You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\\r\\n My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\\r\\n You know how power and money do\\r\\n Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\\r\\n When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives\\r\\n I'm from the 6, no Devil shit\\r\\n Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\\r\\n Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\\r\\n Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\\r\\n They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\\r\\n Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\\r\\n Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\\r\\n Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\\r\\n If I feel endangered, I'ma up my—\\r\\nFah!\\r\\n Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind\\r\\n Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\\r\\n And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\\r\\n Only one shot could cause a second line\\r\\n One, two, three... niggas ridin' through the city with they strap on\\r\\n Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\\r\\n Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\\r\\n But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the 6\\r\\n Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\\r\\n No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\\r\\n 9 on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone\\r\\n Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three... look, uh)\\r\\n E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\\r\\n I open up my soul and then it opened doors\\r\\n I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\\r\\n But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it on\\r\\n I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\\r\\n If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\\r\\n You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\\r\\n I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\\r\\n I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\\r\\n A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\\r\\n She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\\r\\n He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? 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Real comfortable\nYou're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\nMy mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n\nYou know how power and money do\nTry to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\nWhen I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\nI'm from the six, no devil shit\n\nPrince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\nSeein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\nTaraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\nThey wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n\nHop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\nCops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\nPull me to the side, I go IG Live\nIf I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n\nDo it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\nHold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\nAnd if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\nOnly one shot could cause a second line\n\n(One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\nFour niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\nFive o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\nBut the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n\nSeven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\nNo, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\nTen times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n\nE'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\nI open up my soul and then it opened doors\nI ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\nBut I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n\nI got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\nIf I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\nYou just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\nI keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n\nI'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\nA light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\nShe on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\nHe walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n\nBut why whine? This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wantin' more\nBut money make the continents spin\n\nBuilt the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\nNow we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\nThree, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\nThis a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n\nAnd who the unlucky 13th? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an earthlin'\nAnd you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\nPersonally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\nI'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\nBattlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\nBalancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] From Rosewood all around the world\n[00:04.34] Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free (ah)\n[00:08.15] Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n[00:10.94] Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal (fuck you)\n[00:18.48] Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Prolly humble you\n[00:22.13] Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n[00:25.02] You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n[00:28.04] My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n[00:30.80] You know how power and money do\n[00:33.08] Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n[00:36.27] When I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\n[00:39.52] I'm from the six, no devil shit\n[00:41.53] Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n[00:44.12] Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n[00:46.81] Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n[00:49.19] They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n[00:52.51] Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\n[00:55.43] Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n[00:58.37] Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\n[01:00.75] If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n[01:02.82] Do it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\n[01:05.42] Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\n[01:08.38] And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\n[01:10.89] Only one shot could cause a second line\n[01:12.80] (One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\n[01:17.34] Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n[01:19.97] Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n[01:22.66] But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n[01:25.59] Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n[01:28.92] No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n[01:31.78] 9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\n[01:34.78] Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n[01:37.56] E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\n[01:40.63] I open up my soul and then it opened doors\n[01:43.53] I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n[01:46.14] But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n[01:48.67] I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n[01:51.25] If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n[01:54.39] You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n[01:57.58] I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n[02:00.23] I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n[02:02.86] A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\n[02:05.40] She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\n[02:08.37] He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n[02:12.58] But why whine? 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This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wantin' more\nBut money make the continents spin\n\nBuilt the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\nNow we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\nThree, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\nThis a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n\nAnd who the unlucky 13th? 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I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n[02:12.58]But why whine? This shit get better with time\n[02:14.82]See the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n[02:18.47]The money we spend just leave us wantin' more\n[02:20.60]But money make the continents spin\n[02:22.45]Built the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n[02:26.14]We was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\n[02:30.55]They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n[02:33.07]They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n[02:36.17]Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n[02:39.94]Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\n[02:42.78]Now we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\n[02:45.87]Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n[02:49.38]Three, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n[02:52.03]Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n[02:54.93]Five years later, I was still on 65th\n[02:57.88]I'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\n[03:00.86]Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n[03:03.82]Nine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\n[03:06.87]Doin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\n[03:09.52]This a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n[03:11.96]And who the unlucky 13th? 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Prolly humble you\n  Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n\n  You know how power and money do\n  Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  When I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\n  I'm from the six, no devil shit\n\n  Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n\n  Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\n  Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\n  If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n\n  Do it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\n  Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\n  And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\n  Only one shot could cause a second line\n\n  (One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\n  Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n\n  Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\n  Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n\n  E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  I open up my soul and then it opened doors\n  I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n\n  I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n\n  I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\n  She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n\n  But why whine? This shit get better with time\n  See the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  The money we spend just leave us wantin' more\n  But money make the continents spin\n\n  Built the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  We was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\n  They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n\n  Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\n  Now we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\n  Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  Three, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n\n  Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  I'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\n  Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  Nine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\n  Doin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\n  This a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n\n  And who the unlucky 13th? 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Real comfortable\nYou're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\nMy mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n\nYou know how power and money do\nTry to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\nWhen I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\nI'm from the six, no devil shit\n\nPrince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\nSeein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\nTaraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\nThey wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n\nHop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\nCops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\nPull me to the side, I go IG Live\nIf I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n\nDo it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\nHold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\nAnd if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\nOnly one shot could cause a second line\n\n(One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\nFour niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\nFive o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\nBut the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n\nSeven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\nNo, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\nTen times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n\nE'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\nI open up my soul and then it opened doors\nI ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\nBut I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n\nI got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\nIf I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\nYou just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\nI keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n\nI'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\nA light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\nShe on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\nHe walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n\nBut why whine? This shit get better with time\nSee the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\nThe money we spend just leave us wantin' more\nBut money make the continents spin\n\nBuilt the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\nWe was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\nThey can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\nThey want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\nThirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n\nCuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\nNow we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\nJust a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\nThree, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n\nFour-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\nFive years later, I was still on 65th\nI'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\nAte Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\nNine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\nDoin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\nThis a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n\nAnd who the unlucky 13th? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an earthlin'\nAnd you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\nPersonally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\nI'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\nBattlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\nBalancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] From Rosewood all around the world\n[00:04.34] Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free (ah)\n[00:08.15] Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n[00:10.94] Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal (fuck you)\n[00:18.48] Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Prolly humble you\n[00:22.13] Want that nice crib in the Hills? 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I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n[02:12.58] But why whine? This shit get better with time\n[02:14.82] See the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n[02:18.47] The money we spend just leave us wantin' more\n[02:20.60] But money make the continents spin\n[02:22.45] Built the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n[02:26.14] We was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\n[02:30.55] They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n[02:33.07] They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n[02:36.17] Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n[02:39.94] Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\n[02:42.78] Now we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\n[02:45.87] Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n[02:49.38] Three, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n[02:52.03] Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n[02:54.93] Five years later, I was still on 65th\n[02:57.88] I'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\n[03:00.86] Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n[03:03.82] Nine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\n[03:06.87] Doin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\n[03:09.52] This a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n[03:11.96] And who the unlucky 13th? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an earthlin'\n[03:16.20] And you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n[03:20.47] Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n[03:24.23] I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n[03:27.46] Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n[03:30.26] Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n[03:32.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: VCRs (featuring Vince Staples)\n  artist: JID\n  album: God Does Like Ugly\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: From Rosewood all around the world\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 4340\n- text: Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free (ah)\n  start_ms: 4340\n  end_ms: 8150\n- text: Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n  start_ms: 8150\n  end_ms: 10940\n- text: Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 18480\n- text: Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Prolly humble you\n  start_ms: 18480\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  start_ms: 22130\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 30800\n- text: You know how power and money do\n  start_ms: 30800\n  end_ms: 33080\n- text: Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  start_ms: 33080\n  end_ms: 36270\n- text: When I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\n  start_ms: 36270\n  end_ms: 39520\n- text: I'm from the six, no devil shit\n  start_ms: 39520\n  end_ms: 41530\n- text: Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  start_ms: 41530\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46810\n- text: Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  start_ms: 46810\n  end_ms: 49190\n- text: They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n  start_ms: 49190\n  end_ms: 52510\n- text: Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\n  start_ms: 52510\n  end_ms: 55430\n- text: Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  start_ms: 55430\n  end_ms: 58370\n- text: Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\n  start_ms: 58370\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: Do it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 65420\n- text: Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\n  start_ms: 65420\n  end_ms: 68380\n- text: And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\n  start_ms: 68380\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: Only one shot could cause a second line\n  start_ms: 70890\n  end_ms: 72800\n- text: (One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\n  start_ms: 72800\n  end_ms: 77340\n- text: Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  start_ms: 77340\n  end_ms: 79970\n- text: Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  start_ms: 79970\n  end_ms: 82660\n- text: But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n  start_ms: 82660\n  end_ms: 85590\n- text: Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  start_ms: 85590\n  end_ms: 88920\n- text: No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  start_ms: 88920\n  end_ms: 91780\n- text: 9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\n  start_ms: 91780\n  end_ms: 94780\n- text: Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n  start_ms: 94780\n  end_ms: 97560\n- text: E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  start_ms: 97560\n  end_ms: 100630\n- text: I open up my soul and then it opened doors\n  start_ms: 100630\n  end_ms: 103530\n- text: I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  start_ms: 103530\n  end_ms: 106140\n- text: But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n  start_ms: 106140\n  end_ms: 108670\n- text: I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  start_ms: 108670\n  end_ms: 111250\n- text: If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  start_ms: 111250\n  end_ms: 114390\n- text: You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  start_ms: 114390\n  end_ms: 117580\n- text: I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n  start_ms: 117580\n  end_ms: 120230\n- text: I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  start_ms: 120230\n  end_ms: 122860\n- text: A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\n  start_ms: 122860\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 128370\n- text: He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? 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This shit get better with time\n  start_ms: 132580\n  end_ms: 134820\n- text: See the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  start_ms: 134820\n  end_ms: 138470\n- text: The money we spend just leave us wantin' more\n  start_ms: 138470\n  end_ms: 140600\n- text: But money make the continents spin\n  start_ms: 140600\n  end_ms: 142450\n- text: Built the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  start_ms: 142450\n  end_ms: 146140\n- text: We was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\n  start_ms: 146140\n  end_ms: 150550\n- text: They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  start_ms: 150550\n  end_ms: 153070\n- text: They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  start_ms: 153070\n  end_ms: 156170\n- text: Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n  start_ms: 156170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162780\n- text: Now we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\n  start_ms: 162780\n  end_ms: 165870\n- text: Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  start_ms: 165870\n  end_ms: 169380\n- text: Three, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n  start_ms: 169380\n  end_ms: 172030\n- text: Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 174930\n- text: Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  start_ms: 174930\n  end_ms: 177880\n- text: I'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\n  start_ms: 177880\n  end_ms: 180860\n- text: Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  start_ms: 180860\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: Nine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 186870\n- text: Doin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\n  start_ms: 186870\n  end_ms: 189520\n- text: This a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n  start_ms: 189520\n  end_ms: 191960\n- text: And who the unlucky 13th? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an earthlin'\n  start_ms: 191960\n  end_ms: 196200\n- text: And you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n  start_ms: 196200\n  end_ms: 200470\n- text: Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n  start_ms: 200470\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 207460\n- text: Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n  start_ms: 207460\n  end_ms: 210260\n- text: Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n  start_ms: 210260\n  end_ms: 212610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 212610\nplain: |-\n  From Rosewood all around the world\n  Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free (ah)\n  Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville\n  Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal (fuck you)\n\n  Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Prolly humble you\n  Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable\n  You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague\n  My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible\n\n  You know how power and money do\n  Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye\n  When I pass go, give me 200 dollars and shoot the fives\n  I'm from the six, no devil shit\n\n  Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes\n  Seein' evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize\n  Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify\n  They wearin' wires and camouflage, it's espionage\n\n  Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat, but the vessel of God\n  Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized\n  Pull me to the side, I go IG Live\n  If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah)\n\n  Do it for the shquad because it's no child ever left behind\n  Hold me down, dawg, have my back and just protect my spine\n  And if they at your neck, just know it's wreckin' time\n  Only one shot could cause a second line\n\n  (One, two, three) niggas ridin' through the city with they shtrap on\n  Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone\n  Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix\n  But the plot twist is, niggas done made it out the six\n\n  Seven in the mornin' off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals\n  No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs\n  9 on this waist, you better shtraighten up your backbone\n  Ten times outta ten, niggas is in attack mode (one, two, three), look, uh\n\n  E'rywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh\n  I open up my soul and then it opened doors\n  I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold\n  But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known\n\n  I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences\n  If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin\n  You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho\n  I keep a pole like I might go fishin'\n\n  I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles\n  A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro\n  She on a night shtroll and he gon' buy it if the price low\n  He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine)\n\n  But why whine? This shit get better with time\n  See the movie's not rewindin', my friend, we turn the VCRs to dinosaurs\n  The money we spend just leave us wantin' more\n  But money make the continents spin\n\n  Built the world in seven days, rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align\n  We was line pressin' in our better days, raisin' hell to get a taste of Heaven gates\n  They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out\n  They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds\n  Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught\n\n  Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbin' his heart\n  Now we just a scatterin' thought, a part of the art\n  Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two\n  Three, five-seven snub hangin' out the window\n\n  Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo\n  Five years later, I was still on 65th\n  I'm a seven figure nigga, but I never will forget\n  Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet\n  Nine times outta ten, niggas beat the court case\n  Doin' two 11s, ain't never make us rich\n  This a 12 gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh-\n\n  And who the unlucky 13th? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an earthlin'\n  And you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee\n  Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly\n  I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me\n  Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity\n  Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity\n"}]