[{"id":15656469,"name":"Halfway Me","trackName":"Halfway Me","artistName":"Kxng Crooked","albumName":"Halfway Me","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I move with some OG menaces\nCrip walking like O.T. Genesis\nDon't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\nBlow heat at the police witnesses\nDon't speak we don't need sentences\nBoth feet in the cold street, yeah\nPimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\nNigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\nQuick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\nLyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\nGive me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\nHaters are wondering how did they ball?\nIller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\nCuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\nI'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\nI give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nIt ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nBiggie told me to get it the ski mask way\nAnd a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\nI drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\nI creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\nDressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\nLet it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\nSet in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\nWrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\nSimiles and metaphor by fours\nCall it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\nDie by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\nJockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\nYou don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\nI just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\nThird year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\nIf a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\nYour irony it's Crook\n\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nWeeklys returned\nBark at your dog (Haha)\nSee y'all next week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Halfway Me\n  artist: Kxng Crooked\n  album: Halfway Me\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I move with some OG menaces\n  Crip walking like O.T. Genesis\n  Don't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\n  Blow heat at the police witnesses\n  Don't speak we don't need sentences\n  Both feet in the cold street, yeah\n  Pimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\n  Nigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\n  Quick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\n  Lyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\n  Give me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\n  Haters are wondering how did they ball?\n  Iller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\n  Cuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\n  I'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\n  I give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  It ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Biggie told me to get it the ski mask way\n  And a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\n  I drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\n  I creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\n  Dressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\n  Let it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\n  Set in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\n  Wrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\n  Similes and metaphor by fours\n  Call it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\n  Die by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\n  Jockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\n  You don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\n  I just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\n  Third year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\n  If a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\n  Your irony it's Crook\n\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Weeklys returned\n  Bark at your dog (Haha)\n  See y'all next week\n"},{"id":12002262,"name":"Halfway Me","trackName":"Halfway Me","artistName":"KXNG Crooked","albumName":"The Weeklys, Vol. 1","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I move with some OG menaces\nCrip walking like O.T. Genesis\nDon't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\nBlow heat at the police witnesses\nDon't speak we don't need sentences\nBoth feet in the cold street, yeah\nPimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\nNigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\nQuick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\nLyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\nGive me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\nHaters are wondering how did they ball?\nIller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\nCuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\nI'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\nI give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nIt ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nBiggie told me to get it the ski mask way\nAnd a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\nI drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\nI creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\nDressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\nLet it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\nSet in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\nWrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\nSimiles and metaphor by fours\nCall it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\nDie by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\nJockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\nYou don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\nI just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\nThird year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\nIf a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\nYour irony it's Crook\n\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nWeeklys returned\nBark at your dog (Haha)\nSee y'all next week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Halfway Me\n  artist: KXNG Crooked\n  album: The Weeklys, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I move with some OG menaces\n  Crip walking like O.T. Genesis\n  Don't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\n  Blow heat at the police witnesses\n  Don't speak we don't need sentences\n  Both feet in the cold street, yeah\n  Pimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\n  Nigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\n  Quick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\n  Lyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\n  Give me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\n  Haters are wondering how did they ball?\n  Iller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\n  Cuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\n  I'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\n  I give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  It ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Biggie told me to get it the ski mask way\n  And a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\n  I drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\n  I creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\n  Dressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\n  Let it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\n  Set in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\n  Wrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\n  Similes and metaphor by fours\n  Call it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\n  Die by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\n  Jockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\n  You don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\n  I just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\n  Third year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\n  If a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\n  Your irony it's Crook\n\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Weeklys returned\n  Bark at your dog (Haha)\n  See y'all next week\n"},{"id":28268874,"name":"Halfway Me","trackName":"Halfway Me","artistName":"Kxng Crooked","albumName":"#2019 HipHop Jan","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I move with some OG menaces\nCrip walking like O.T. Genesis\nDon't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\nBlow heat at the police witnesses\nDon't speak we don't need sentences\nBoth feet in the cold street, yeah\nPimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\nNigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\nQuick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\nLyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\nGive me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\nHaters are wondering how did they ball?\nIller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\nCuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\nI'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\nI give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\nThey scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nIt ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nBiggie told me to get it the ski mask way\nAnd a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\nI drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\nI creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\nDressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\nLet it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\nSet in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\nWrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\nSimiles and metaphor by fours\nCall it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\nDie by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\nJockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\nYou don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\nI just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\nThird year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\nIf a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\nYour irony it's Crook\n\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\nScared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\nWeeklys returned\nBark at your dog (Haha)\nSee y'all next week","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Halfway Me\n  artist: Kxng Crooked\n  album: '#2019 HipHop Jan'\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I move with some OG menaces\n  Crip walking like O.T. Genesis\n  Don't sleep 'cause Long Beach infamous\n  Blow heat at the police witnesses\n  Don't speak we don't need sentences\n  Both feet in the cold street, yeah\n  Pimp a ho at the liquor store and we lowkey, yeah\n  Nigga roll not a gigolo but we so deep, yeah\n  Quick to score off the pick and raw, I'ma hit the goal\n  Lyrics hit your soul when I'm on beats I'ma OD, yeah\n  Give me the ball, bigger than y'all, harder they fall\n  Haters are wondering how did they ball?\n  Iller then y'all, realer then y'all, nigga woah\n  Cuban cigars is on my ashtray, see\n  I'm so east side nigga just ask Tray Dee\n  I give it my all soon as I castrate beats\n\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  They scared to death, they scared to look, it's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  It ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Biggie told me to get it the ski mask way\n  And a shotgun when I'm running a deep pass play\n  I drink a glass of weed grass like [?]\n  I creep past like a street rat in a alleyway\n  Dressed in all black, weapons on, better fall back\n  Let it all crack, guess it's on better draw straps\n  Set in y'all traps, set the tone, wet your ball cap\n  Wrecking all tracks, death is on, methanol rap\n  Similes and metaphor by fours\n  Call it a floorboard getting beat to the floor by boards\n  Die by the sword, I swore you can't afford my wars\n  Jockeys couldn't knock me off my course or high horse\n  You don't even inspire me, you could never retire me\n  I just listened to your joints, disappointed entirely\n  Third year of sobriety, hippies still think high of me\n  If a ghostwriter hire me, he gets fired\n  Your irony it's Crook\n\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  Scared to death, they scared to look, It's Crook\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway me\n  'Cause ain't no such thing as a halfway\n\n  Weeklys returned\n  Bark at your dog (Haha)\n  See y'all next week\n"}]