[{"id":13084763,"name":"F'N Right","trackName":"F'N Right","artistName":"Jon Connor","albumName":"Unconscious State","duration":273.136327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nI do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\nFly city nigga, from my head to my socks\nShe with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\nOne givin' me head while the other one watch\nTake her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\nAin't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\nYou ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\nMillion dollar flow, I got a million dollar life\nLoving how I'm living but it came at a price\nMillion dollar nigga got a million dollar wife\nTry to push me to the edge but I never fell off\nHad to get it with my niggas, now we living well off\nNiggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all\nHaters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?\nCame back, I had to get it any time I took a loss\nAnd it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss\nStay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?\nYou're talking to a nigga in the trenches\nMy hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches\nNow I'm in the spot, own these ho's\nGetting all the ones I like\nShe know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nIt's ten geekers knocking at my trap door\nYoung Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow\nAnd these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?\nCause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though\nFinna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it\nReal muthafuckas in the game, understand it\nI was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks\nDidn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish\nI'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider\nOnly thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar\nFucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life\nNigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night\nYoung pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife\nAnd she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nWhen they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\nGot me feeling like I'm not\nThe nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\nRunning in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\nFunny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\nOut the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\nYeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\nFuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\nSightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\nSam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\nFeel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\nIt felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\nReal recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\nOut the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes\nIndiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery\nBut we focused on this money and just trying to be the best\nI told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters\nHold it down for the city that made us\nAnd represent for the hood that raised us\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: F'N Right\n  artist: Jon Connor\n  album: Unconscious State\n  duration_ms: 273136\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\n  Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks\n  She with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\n  One givin' me head while the other one watch\n  Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\n  Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\n  You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\n  Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life\n  Loving how I'm living but it came at a price\n  Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife\n  Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off\n  Had to get it with my niggas, now we living well off\n  Niggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all\n  Haters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?\n  Came back, I had to get it any time I took a loss\n  And it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss\n  Stay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?\n  You're talking to a nigga in the trenches\n  My hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches\n  Now I'm in the spot, own these ho's\n  Getting all the ones I like\n  She know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door\n  Young Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow\n  And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?\n  Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though\n  Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it\n  Real muthafuckas in the game, understand it\n  I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks\n  Didn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish\n  I'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider\n  Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar\n  Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life\n  Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night\n  Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife\n  And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\n  Got me feeling like I'm not\n  The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\n  Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\n  Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\n  Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\n  Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\n  Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\n  Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\n  Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\n  Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\n  It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\n  Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\n  Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes\n  Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery\n  But we focused on this money and just trying to be the best\n  I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters\n  Hold it down for the city that made us\n  And represent for the hood that raised us\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n"},{"id":29692555,"name":"F'N Right","trackName":"F'N Right","artistName":"Jon Connor feat. Freddie Gibbs","albumName":"Unconscious State","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nI do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\nFly city nigga, from my head to my socks\nShe with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\nOne givin' me head while the other one watch\nTake her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\nAin't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\nYou ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\nMillion dollar flow, I got a million dollar life\nLoving how I'm living but it came at a price\nMillion dollar nigga got a million dollar wife\nTry to push me to the edge but I never fell off\nHad to get it with my niggas, now we living well off\nNiggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all\nHaters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?\nCame back, I had to get it any time I took a loss\nAnd it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss\nStay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?\nYou're talking to a nigga in the trenches\nMy hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches\nNow I'm in the spot, own these ho's\nGetting all the ones I like\nShe know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nIt's ten geekers knocking at my trap door\nYoung Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow\nAnd these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?\nCause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though\nFinna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it\nReal muthafuckas in the game, understand it\nI was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks\nDidn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish\nI'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider\nOnly thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar\nFucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life\nNigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night\nYoung pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife\nAnd she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)\n\nWhen they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\nGot me feeling like I'm not\nThe nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\nRunning in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\nFunny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\nOut the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\nYeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\nFuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\nSightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\nSam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\nFeel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\nIt felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\nReal recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\nOut the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes\nIndiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery\nBut we focused on this money and just trying to be the best\nI told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters\nHold it down for the city that made us\nAnd represent for the hood that raised us\n\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nIf your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nShe keep pulling all on my jeans she\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nEvery time I step out I ball\n(Fucking right, fucking right)\nCause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n(You fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\nIt's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n(You fucking right)\nThey all bad bitches\n(You motherfucking right)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: F'N Right\n  artist: Jon Connor feat. Freddie Gibbs\n  album: Unconscious State\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\n  Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks\n  She with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\n  One givin' me head while the other one watch\n  Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\n  Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\n  You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\n  Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life\n  Loving how I'm living but it came at a price\n  Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife\n  Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off\n  Had to get it with my niggas, now we living well off\n  Niggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all\n  Haters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?\n  Came back, I had to get it any time I took a loss\n  And it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss\n  Stay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?\n  You're talking to a nigga in the trenches\n  My hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches\n  Now I'm in the spot, own these ho's\n  Getting all the ones I like\n  She know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door\n  Young Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow\n  And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?\n  Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though\n  Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it\n  Real muthafuckas in the game, understand it\n  I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks\n  Didn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish\n  I'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider\n  Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar\n  Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life\n  Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night\n  Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife\n  And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\n  Got me feeling like I'm not\n  The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\n  Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\n  Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\n  Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\n  Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\n  Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\n  Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\n  Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\n  Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\n  It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\n  Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\n  Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? 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on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\n  Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks\n  She with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\n  One givin' me head while the other one watch\n  Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\n  Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\n  You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\n  Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life\n  Loving how I'm living but it came at a price\n  Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife\n  Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off\n  Had to get it with my niggas, now we living well off\n  Niggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all\n  Haters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?\n  Came back, I had to get it any time I took a loss\n  And it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss\n  Stay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?\n  You're talking to a nigga in the trenches\n  My hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches\n  Now I'm in the spot, own these ho's\n  Getting all the ones I like\n  She know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door\n  Young Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow\n  And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?\n  Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though\n  Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it\n  Real muthafuckas in the game, understand it\n  I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks\n  Didn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish\n  I'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider\n  Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar\n  Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life\n  Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night\n  Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife\n  And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\n  Got me feeling like I'm not\n  The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\n  Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\n  Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\n  Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\n  Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\n  Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\n  Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\n  Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\n  Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\n  It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\n  Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\n  Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes\n  Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery\n  But we focused on this money and just trying to be the best\n  I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters\n  Hold it down for the city that made us\n  And represent for the hood that raised us\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n"},{"id":15839837,"name":"F'N Right (feat. Freddie Gibbs)","trackName":"F'N Right (feat. 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she\n[00:22.47] (Fucking right, fucking right)\n[00:23.91] Every time I step out I ball\n[00:26.15] (Fucking right, fucking right)\n[00:27.58] Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n[00:29.53] (You fucking right)\n[00:30.79] It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n[00:33.55] (You fucking right)\n[00:34.46] They all bad bitches\n[00:36.11] (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n[00:38.28] It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n[00:41.17] (You fucking right)\n[00:41.99] They all bad bitches\n[00:43.31] (You motherfucking right)\n[00:44.90] I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop\n[00:46.82] Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks\n[00:48.89] She with a ménage and you thinking I'm not\n[00:50.66] One givin' me head while the other one watch\n[00:52.52] Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights\n[00:54.43] Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life\n[00:56.35] You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic\n[00:58.10] Million dollar flow, I got a 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about y'all\n[02:59.51] (You fucking right)\n[03:00.76] It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n[03:03.58] (You fucking right)\n[03:04.56] They all bad bitches\n[03:06.15] (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n[03:08.23] It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n[03:11.44] (You fucking right)\n[03:12.00] They all bad bitches\n[03:13.38] (You motherfucking right)\n[03:14.84] When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\n[03:16.69] Got me feeling like I'm not\n[03:17.73] The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\n[03:20.28] Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\n[03:22.51] Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\n[03:25.16] Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\n[03:27.75] Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\n[03:29.96] Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\n[03:32.52] Sightseeing ass nigga, get the 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fucking wife\n  And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n\n  When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me\n  Got me feeling like I'm not\n  The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet\n  Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht\n  Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came\n  Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you\n  Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view\n  Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say\n  Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way\n  Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe\n  Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it\n  It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes\n  Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)\n  Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes\n  Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery\n  But we focused on this money and just trying to be the best\n  I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters\n  Hold it down for the city that made us\n  And represent for the hood that raised us\n\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  If your bitch wanna fuck with me she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  She keep pulling all on my jeans she\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Every time I step out I ball\n  (Fucking right, fucking right)\n  Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all\n  (You fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)\n  It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door\n  (You fucking right)\n  They all bad bitches\n  (You motherfucking right)\n"}]