[{"id":23810846,"name":"YouUgly (feat. Westside Gunn)","trackName":"YouUgly (feat. Westside Gunn)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"JID Videos","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\nMy bitch ugly, nigga\nMy bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\nMy sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\nSee, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n\nUh-uh, bum-ass niggas\nI wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\nYou niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\nAh, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\nAh (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n\nUh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\nAnd fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\nIt's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\nGod does like ugly and I could tell\n\nLivin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\nAnother bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\nOn his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\nShit too real, it just gave me chill\n\nThe devil's outside, angels is in the infield\nInstigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\nIt ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\nI'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n\nThey tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\nUsin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\nFar cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\nNow I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n\nYa Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\nIt's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\nNiggas know I been killin' this shit for years\nJust took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n\nDear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\nThat tomorrow will bring sunny skies\nAnd I will look back and smile\n'Cause it's just a moment in time\nIt's just a moment in time\nAnd trouble could stay for a while\nIt's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n\n(Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nI'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\nThis that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nGet my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nThree months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n\nUh, look, look into the light from a dark place\nHad plans, told God, He laughed at my face\nI'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\nNow they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n\nI saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\nPaul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\nNigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\nLudacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n\nI'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\nAnd I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\nPut the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\nPut some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n\nThis ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\nI'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\nHood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\nAtlanta nigga livin' like the president\n\nAll my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\nNew stick, just a beast, no nation under God\nIndivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\nRed dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n\n'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\nDescription, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\nFuck, I find a shpark\nPicked up the pen just to write some remarks\n\nThe wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\nWhole bunch of bars, no holds barred\nDon't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\nBro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)\n\nChristo, Childish, true Mozart\nI know more money, the problems could start\nMost that I've had, so I'm not so smart\nThinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid\n\nJID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\nLookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\nAnd movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\nHop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\n\nIf you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\nYou don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\nA lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\nAnd now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n\nE'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\nTryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\nAnd it's cool, but it's not about you right now\nWe ain't the fuckin' same at all\n\nWe ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n(Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\nSmack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\nOn your way to church, nigga (ah)\nMake sure you get there on time","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25] FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\n[00:09.35] My bitch ugly, nigga\n[00:11.73] My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n[00:13.08] My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n[00:19.15] See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n[00:22.39] Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n[00:24.82] I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n[00:29.94] You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:36.78] Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:41.45] Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n[00:44.73] Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n[00:49.83] And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n[00:53.88] It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n[00:57.95] God does like ugly and I could tell\n[01:00.95] Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n[01:03.47] Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n[01:05.82] On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n[01:10.01] Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n[01:11.91] The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n[01:14.85] Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n[01:18.16] It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n[01:21.53] I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n[01:24.52] They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n[01:27.63] Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n[01:30.91] Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n[01:33.97] Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n[01:37.22] Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n[01:40.13] It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n[01:44.33] Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n[01:46.58] Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n[01:51.05] Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n[01:56.89] That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n[02:03.94] And I will look back and smile\n[02:09.19] 'Cause it's just a moment in time\n[02:15.77] It's just a moment in time\n[02:21.38] And trouble could stay for a while\n[02:26.88] It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n[02:36.60] (Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:40.44] I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n[02:44.77] This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:47.06] Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:50.56] Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:53.11] Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n[02:55.34] Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n[02:57.22] I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n[02:58.97] Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n[03:01.11] I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\n[03:03.95] Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\n[03:05.68] Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\n[03:07.33] Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n[03:10.49] I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\n[03:12.95] And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\n[03:14.86] Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\n[03:16.71] Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n[03:18.38] This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\n[03:20.27] I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\n[03:22.19] Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\n[03:23.81] Atlanta nigga livin' like the president\n[03:25.80] All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\n[03:28.92] New stick, just a beast, no nation under God\n[03:30.79] Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\n[03:32.96] Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n[03:34.92] 'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\n[03:36.63] 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mucus\n[04:11.88] And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n[04:13.95] E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\n[04:15.74] Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\n[04:17.80] And it's cool, but it's not about you right now\n[04:19.54] We ain't the fuckin' same at all\n[04:20.91] We ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n[04:23.99] (Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\n[04:28.35] Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\n[04:35.32] On your way to church, nigga (ah)\n[04:37.32] Make sure you get there on time\n[04:41.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouUgly (feat. 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(doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah, fashion week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah, I'ma fuck at least three models (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Uh, look, live from the depths of Hell\n  With angel wings that have yet to flail\n  And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n  It's like we all under a shpell and still I hope this message reaches you well\n  God does like ugly, and I could tell\n  Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n  Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en got no bail\n  On his third skrike and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n  Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n  The Devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n  Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n  It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n  I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n  They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a 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(doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\nAh (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\nUh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\nAnd fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\nIt's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\nGod does like ugly and I could tell\nLivin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\nAnother bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\nOn his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\nShit too real, it just gave me chill\nThe devil's outside, angels is in the infield\nInstigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\nIt ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\nI'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\nThey tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\nUsin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like 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mail\nAnother bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\nOn his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\nShit too real, it just gave me chill\nThe devil's outside, angels is in the infield\nInstigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\nIt ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\nI'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\nThey tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\nUsin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\nFar cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\nNow I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\nYa Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\nIt's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\nNiggas know I been killin' this shit for years\nJust took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\nDear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\nThat tomorrow will bring sunny skies\nAnd I will look back and smile\n'Cause it's just a moment in time\nIt's just a moment in time\nAnd trouble could stay for a while\nIt's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n(Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nI'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\nThis that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nGet my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nThree months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\nUh, look, look into the light from a dark place\nHad plans, told God, He laughed at my face\nI'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\nNow they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\nI saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\nPaul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\nNigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\nLudacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\nI'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\nAnd I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\nPut the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\nPut some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\nThis ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\nI'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\nHood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\nAtlanta nigga livin' like the president\nAll my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\nNew stick, just a beast, no nation under God\nIndivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\nRed dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\nDescription, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\nFuck, I find a shpark\nPicked up the pen just to write some remarks\nThe wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\nWhole bunch of bars, no holds barred\nDon't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\nBro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)\nChristo, Childish, true Mozart\nI know more money, the problems could start\nMost that I've had, so I'm not so smart\nThinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid\nJID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\nLookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\nAnd movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\nHop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\nIf you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\nYou don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\nA lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\nAnd now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\nE'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\nTryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\nAnd it's cool, but it's not about you right now\nWe ain't the fuckin' same at all\nWe ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n(Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\nSmack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\nOn your way to church, nigga (ah)\nMake sure you get there on time\n\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.25]FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\n[00:09.35]My bitch ugly, nigga\n[00:11.73]My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n[00:13.08]My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n[00:19.15]See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n[00:22.39]Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n[00:24.82]I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n[00:29.94]You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:36.78]Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:41.45]Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n[00:44.73]Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n[00:49.83]And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n[00:53.88]It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n[00:57.95]God does like ugly and I could tell\n[01:00.95]Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n[01:03.47]Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n[01:05.82]On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n[01:10.01]Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n[01:11.91]The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n[01:14.85]Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n[01:18.16]It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n[01:21.53]I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n[01:24.52]They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n[01:27.63]Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n[01:30.91]Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n[01:33.97]Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n[01:37.22]Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n[01:40.13]It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n[01:44.33]Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n[01:46.58]Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n[01:51.05]Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n[01:56.89]That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n[02:03.94]And I will look back and smile\n[02:09.19]'Cause it's just a moment in time\n[02:15.77]It's just a moment in time\n[02:21.38]And trouble could stay for a while\n[02:26.88]It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n[02:36.60](Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:40.44]I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n[02:44.77]This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:47.06]Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:50.56]Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:53.11]Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n[02:55.34]Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n[02:57.22]I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n[02:58.97]Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n[03:01.11]I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\n[03:03.95]Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\n[03:05.68]Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\n[03:07.33]Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n[03:10.49]I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\n[03:12.95]And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\n[03:14.86]Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\n[03:16.71]Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n[03:18.38]This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\n[03:20.27]I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\n[03:22.19]Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\n[03:23.81]Atlanta nigga livin' like the president\n[03:25.80]All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\n[03:28.92]New stick, just a beast, no nation under God\n[03:30.79]Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\n[03:32.96]Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n[03:34.92]'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\n[03:36.63]Description, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\n[03:39.25]Fuck, I find a shpark\n[03:40.40]Picked up the pen just to write some remarks\n[03:42.21]The wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\n[03:44.24]Whole bunch of bars, no holds barred\n[03:46.20]Don't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\n[03:48.04]Bro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)\n[03:50.22]Christo, Childish, true Mozart\n[03:52.27]I know more money, the problems could start\n[03:54.01]Most that I've had, so I'm not so smart\n[03:56.03]Thinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid\n[03:57.92]JID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\n[03:59.83]Lookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\n[04:01.91]And movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\n[04:03.84]Hop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\n[04:06.38]If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\n[04:07.90]You don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\n[04:09.88]A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\n[04:11.88]And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n[04:13.95]E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\n[04:15.74]Tryna stand out in 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grrt)\n  My bitch ugly, nigga\n  My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n  My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n  See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n  Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n  I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n  You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n  Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n  And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n  It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n  God does like ugly and I could tell\n  Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n  Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n  On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them 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70010\n  end_ms: 71910\n- text: The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n  start_ms: 71910\n  end_ms: 74850\n- text: Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n  start_ms: 74850\n  end_ms: 78160\n- text: It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n  start_ms: 78160\n  end_ms: 81530\n- text: I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n  start_ms: 81530\n  end_ms: 84520\n- text: They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n  start_ms: 84520\n  end_ms: 87630\n- text: Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n  start_ms: 87630\n  end_ms: 90910\n- text: Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n  start_ms: 90910\n  end_ms: 93970\n- text: Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n  start_ms: 93970\n  end_ms: 97220\n- text: Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n  start_ms: 97220\n  end_ms: 100130\n- text: It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n  start_ms: 100130\n  end_ms: 104330\n- text: Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n  start_ms: 104330\n  end_ms: 106580\n- text: Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n  start_ms: 106580\n  end_ms: 111050\n- text: Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n  start_ms: 111050\n  end_ms: 116890\n- text: That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n  start_ms: 116890\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: And I will look back and smile\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 129190\n- text: '''Cause it''s just a moment in time'\n  start_ms: 129190\n  end_ms: 135770\n- text: It's just a moment in time\n  start_ms: 135770\n  end_ms: 141380\n- text: And trouble could stay for a while\n  start_ms: 141380\n  end_ms: 146880\n- text: It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n  start_ms: 146880\n  end_ms: 156600\n- text: (Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  start_ms: 156600\n  end_ms: 160440\n- text: I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n  start_ms: 160440\n  end_ms: 164770\n- text: This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  start_ms: 164770\n  end_ms: 167060\n- text: Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  start_ms: 167060\n  end_ms: 170560\n- text: Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  start_ms: 170560\n  end_ms: 173110\n- text: Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n  start_ms: 173110\n  end_ms: 175340\n- text: Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n  start_ms: 175340\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 178970\n- text: Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n  start_ms: 178970\n  end_ms: 181110\n- text: I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\n  start_ms: 181110\n  end_ms: 183950\n- text: Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\n  start_ms: 183950\n  end_ms: 185680\n- text: Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 185680\n  end_ms: 187330\n- text: Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n  start_ms: 187330\n  end_ms: 190490\n- text: I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\n  start_ms: 190490\n  end_ms: 192950\n- text: And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\n  start_ms: 192950\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 196710\n- text: Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n  start_ms: 196710\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 200270\n- text: I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\n  start_ms: 200270\n  end_ms: 202190\n- text: Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\n  start_ms: 202190\n  end_ms: 203810\n- text: Atlanta nigga livin' like the president\n  start_ms: 203810\n  end_ms: 205800\n- text: All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\n  start_ms: 205800\n  end_ms: 208920\n- text: New stick, just a beast, no nation under God\n  start_ms: 208920\n  end_ms: 210790\n- text: Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\n  start_ms: 210790\n  end_ms: 212960\n- text: Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n  start_ms: 212960\n  end_ms: 214920\n- text: '''Til us depart, they can''t even tell us apart'\n  start_ms: 214920\n  end_ms: 216630\n- text: Description, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\n  start_ms: 216630\n  end_ms: 219250\n- text: Fuck, I find a shpark\n  start_ms: 219250\n  end_ms: 220400\n- text: Picked up the pen just to write some remarks\n  start_ms: 220400\n  end_ms: 222210\n- text: The wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\n  start_ms: 222210\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: Whole bunch of bars, no holds barred\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 226200\n- text: Don't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\n  start_ms: 226200\n  end_ms: 228040\n- text: Bro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your 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FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\n  My bitch ugly, nigga\n  My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n  My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n  See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n\n  Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n  I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n  You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n\n  Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n  And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n  It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n  God does like ugly and I could tell\n\n  Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n  Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n  On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n  Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n\n  The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n  Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n  It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n  I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n\n  They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n  Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n  Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n  Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n\n  Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n  It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n  Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n  Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n\n  Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n  That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n  And I will look back and smile\n  'Cause it's just a moment in time\n  It's just a moment in time\n  And trouble could stay for a while\n  It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n\n  (Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n  This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n\n  Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n  Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n  I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n  Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n\n  I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\n  Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\n  Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\n  Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n\n  I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\n  And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\n  Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\n  Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n\n  This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\n  I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\n  Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\n  Atlanta nigga livin' like the president\n\n  All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\n  New stick, just a beast, no nation under God\n  Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\n  Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n\n  'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\n  Description, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\n  Fuck, I find a shpark\n  Picked up the pen just to write some remarks\n\n  The wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\n  Whole bunch of bars, no holds barred\n  Don't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\n  Bro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)\n\n  Christo, Childish, true Mozart\n  I know more money, the problems could start\n  Most that I've had, so I'm not so smart\n  Thinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid\n\n  JID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\n  Lookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\n  And movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\n  Hop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\n\n  If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\n  You don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\n  A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\n  And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n\n  E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\n  Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\n  And it's cool, but it's not about you right now\n  We ain't the fuckin' same at all\n\n  We ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n  (Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\n  Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\n  On your way to church, nigga (ah)\n  Make sure you get there on time\n"},{"id":24353595,"name":"YouUgly (with Westside Gunn)","trackName":"YouUgly (with Westside Gunn)","artistName":"JID","albumName":"God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\nMy bitch ugly, nigga\nMy bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\nMy sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\nSee, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n\nUh-uh, bum-ass niggas\nI wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\nYou niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\nAh, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\nAh (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n\nUh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\nAnd fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\nIt's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\nGod does like ugly and I could tell\n\nLivin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\nAnother bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\nOn his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\nShit too real, it just gave me chill\n\nThe devil's outside, angels is in the infield\nInstigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\nIt ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\nI'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n\nThey tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\nUsin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\nFar cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\nNow I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n\nYa Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\nIt's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\nNiggas know I been killin' this shit for years\nJust took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for 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bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n[00:13.08] My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n[00:19.15] See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n[00:22.39] Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n[00:24.82] I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n[00:29.94] You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:36.78] Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n[00:41.45] Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n[00:44.73] Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n[00:49.83] And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n[00:53.88] It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n[00:57.95] God does like ugly and I could tell\n[01:00.95] Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n[01:03.47] Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n[01:05.82] On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n[01:10.01] Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n[01:11.91] The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n[01:14.85] Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n[01:18.16] It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n[01:21.53] I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n[01:24.52] They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n[01:27.63] Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n[01:30.91] Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n[01:33.97] Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n[01:37.22] Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n[01:40.13] It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n[01:44.33] Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n[01:46.58] Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n[01:51.05] Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n[01:56.89] That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n[02:03.94] And I will look back and smile\n[02:09.19] 'Cause it's just a moment in time\n[02:15.77] It's just a moment in time\n[02:21.38] And trouble could stay for a while\n[02:26.88] It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n[02:36.60] (Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:40.44] I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n[02:44.77] This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:47.06] Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:50.56] Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n[02:53.11] Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n[02:55.34] Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n[02:57.22] I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n[02:58.97] Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n[03:01.11] I saw 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JID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\n  start_ms: 237920\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: Lookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 241910\n- text: And movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\n  start_ms: 241910\n  end_ms: 243840\n- text: Hop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\n  start_ms: 243840\n  end_ms: 246380\n- text: If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\n  start_ms: 246380\n  end_ms: 247900\n- text: You don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\n  start_ms: 247900\n  end_ms: 249880\n- text: A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\n  start_ms: 249880\n  end_ms: 251880\n- text: And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n  start_ms: 251880\n  end_ms: 253950\n- text: E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\n  start_ms: 253950\n  end_ms: 255740\n- text: Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\n  start_ms: 255740\n  end_ms: 257800\n- text: And it's cool, but it's not about you right now\n  start_ms: 257800\n  end_ms: 259540\n- text: We ain't the fuckin' same at all\n  start_ms: 259540\n  end_ms: 260910\n- text: We ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n  start_ms: 260910\n  end_ms: 263990\n- text: (Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\n  start_ms: 263990\n  end_ms: 268350\n- text: Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\n  start_ms: 268350\n  end_ms: 275320\n- text: On your way to church, nigga (ah)\n  start_ms: 275320\n  end_ms: 277320\n- text: Make sure you get there on time\n  start_ms: 277320\n  end_ms: 281140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 281140\nplain: |-\n  FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)\n  My bitch ugly, nigga\n  My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)\n  My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga\n  See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same\n\n  Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas\n  I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)\n  You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)\n  Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models\n\n  Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail\n  And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves\n  It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well\n  God does like ugly and I could tell\n\n  Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail\n  Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail\n  On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, \"That serves you right\"\n  Shit too real, it just gave me chill\n\n  The devil's outside, angels is in the infield\n  Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield\n  It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?\n  I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here\n\n  They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will\n  Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele\n  Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves\n  Now I order escargot on the plate, \"It's a fuckin' shnail?\"\n\n  Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale\n  It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear\n  Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years\n  Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)\n\n  Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know\n  That tomorrow will bring sunny skies\n  And I will look back and smile\n  'Cause it's just a moment in time\n  It's just a moment in time\n  And trouble could stay for a while\n  It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)\n\n  (Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)\n  This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n  Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)\n\n  Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place\n  Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face\n  I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe\n  Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety\n\n  I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase\n  Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race\n  Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)\n  Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me\n\n  I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three\n  And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence\n  Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense\n  Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint\n\n  This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print\n  I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK\n  Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'\n  Atlanta nigga livin' like the president\n\n  All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan\n  New stick, just a beast, no nation under God\n  Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad\n  Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments\n\n  'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart\n  Description, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)\n  Fuck, I find a shpark\n  Picked up the pen just to write some remarks\n\n  The wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart\n  Whole bunch of bars, no holds barred\n  Don't hold back, nigga, show those shcars\n  Bro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)\n\n  Christo, Childish, true Mozart\n  I know more money, the problems could start\n  Most that I've had, so I'm not so smart\n  Thinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid\n\n  JID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart\n  Lookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid\n  And movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark\n  Hop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis\n\n  If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this\n  You don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route\n  A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus\n  And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid\n\n  E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless\n  Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools\n  And it's cool, but it's not about you right now\n  We ain't the fuckin' same at all\n\n  We ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same\n  (Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)\n  Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)\n  On your way to church, nigga (ah)\n  Make sure you get there on time\n"}]