[{"id":11847573,"name":"Killscope","trackName":"Killscope","artistName":"Kembe X","albumName":"I Was Depressed Until I Made This","duration":144.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas be hating on me, man\nI'm just like, look\nThat shit's not finna lift you up no further (Further)\nI don't understand it, but shit, I don't fight against it either\nYou know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh\nAyy\nYou turn the beat up?\nUh, uh\n\nNigga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end\nTake a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind\nOn a binge, on a bender from winter to winter\nI sin, hope God can forgive my kind\nDrunk somewhere I never been\nAt the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time\nNiggas don't want me to hit my stride\nPray I hit the stage and forget my lines\nWoke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)\nNext to some titties from Tinder (Uh)\nSmashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)\nOn Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)\nShe not my type, I delayed her\nBack all alone like I'm meant to be\nChill with my cig and my Hennessy\nThinking about when shit was simple\nNow fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race\nI can't straight, everybody in my damn face\nWhat the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?\nThese dudes give me that face to get laid down\nLaid down on the heated pavement\nOut DP, I'm a panther, baby\nLet's get rid of them panties, baby\nShe just waxed, no sandpaper\nI'm in there with no swimwear\nAnd I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop\nDamn, I'ma shave that mop\nI'm on the clit, tick tock\nThese bitches on my cock\nThey shit fu', rerock\nI whip it in the pot\nWhat you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock\nBack at it, crack addict\nBad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city\nBlast at it, fuck with me, ride with me\nKnow I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average\nFlossed up my Ritalin, gonna\nI can't be no regular citizen, fuck 'em\nI'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams\n'Til the government run me my benefits, uh\nI'm from the city of wind\nWhere they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different\nDipped to somewhere it was sunny\nTo talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin\nPrimal intentions,\ndo this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them\nSip on this Jack with my uncles\nThinking about when shit was simpler\nI got a lot to ponder, my boy\nMy sun ain't always somber, my boy\nI teach you how to chop it, my boy\nThese bitches can't run me out my joy\nI roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place\n407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace\nMy schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser\nThat's why I will never find love in\nthis world, I will break records though\nDiss so bad, turn her to a widow\nLook at my bars, I'm like, \"Ooh, this shit tickle\"\nSuck on my pickle\nI drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killscope\n  artist: Kembe X\n  album: I Was Depressed Until I Made This\n  duration_ms: 144000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas be hating on me, man\n  I'm just like, look\n  That shit's not finna lift you up no further (Further)\n  I don't understand it, but shit, I don't fight against it either\n  You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh\n  Ayy\n  You turn the beat up?\n  Uh, uh\n\n  Nigga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end\n  Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind\n  On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter\n  I sin, hope God can forgive my kind\n  Drunk somewhere I never been\n  At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time\n  Niggas don't want me to hit my stride\n  Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines\n  Woke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)\n  Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)\n  Smashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)\n  On Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)\n  She not my type, I delayed her\n  Back all alone like I'm meant to be\n  Chill with my cig and my Hennessy\n  Thinking about when shit was simple\n  Now fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race\n  I can't straight, everybody in my damn face\n  What the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?\n  These dudes give me that face to get laid down\n  Laid down on the heated pavement\n  Out DP, I'm a panther, baby\n  Let's get rid of them panties, baby\n  She just waxed, no sandpaper\n  I'm in there with no swimwear\n  And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop\n  Damn, I'ma shave that mop\n  I'm on the clit, tick tock\n  These bitches on my cock\n  They shit fu', rerock\n  I whip it in the pot\n  What you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock\n  Back at it, crack addict\n  Bad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city\n  Blast at it, fuck with me, ride with me\n  Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average\n  Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna\n  I can't be no regular citizen, fuck 'em\n  I'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams\n  'Til the government run me my benefits, uh\n  I'm from the city of wind\n  Where they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different\n  Dipped to somewhere it was sunny\n  To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin\n  Primal intentions,\n  do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them\n  Sip on this Jack with my uncles\n  Thinking about when shit was simpler\n  I got a lot to ponder, my boy\n  My sun ain't always somber, my boy\n  I teach you how to chop it, my boy\n  These bitches can't run me out my joy\n  I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place\n  407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace\n  My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser\n  That's why I will never find love in\n  this world, I will break records though\n  Diss so bad, turn her to a widow\n  Look at my bars, I'm like, \"Ooh, this shit tickle\"\n  Suck on my pickle\n  I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":36352620,"name":"Killscope","trackName":"Killscope","artistName":"Kembe X; Trent the HOOLiGAN","albumName":"I Was Depressed Until I Made This","duration":144.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas be hating on me, man\nI'm just like, look\nThat shit's not finna lift you up no further (Further)\nI don't understand it, but shit, I don't fight against it either\nYou know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh\nAyy\nYou turn the beat up?\nUh, uh\n\nNigga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end\nTake a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind\nOn a binge, on a bender from winter to winter\nI sin, hope God can forgive my kind\nDrunk somewhere I never been\nAt the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time\nNiggas don't want me to hit my stride\nPray I hit the stage and forget my lines\nWoke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)\nNext to some titties from Tinder (Uh)\nSmashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)\nOn Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)\nShe not my type, I delayed her\nBack all alone like I'm meant to be\nChill with my cig and my Hennessy\nThinking about when shit was simple\nNow fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race\nI can't straight, everybody in my damn face\nWhat the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?\nThese dudes give me that face to get laid down\nLaid down on the heated pavement\nOut DP, I'm a panther, baby\nLet's get rid of them panties, baby\nShe just waxed, no sandpaper\nI'm in there with no swimwear\nAnd I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop\nDamn, I'ma shave that mop\nI'm on the clit, tick tock\nThese bitches on my cock\nThey shit fu', rerock\nI whip it in the pot\nWhat you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock\nBack at it, crack addict\nBad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city\nBlast at it, fuck with me, ride with me\nKnow I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average\nFlossed up my Ritalin, gonna\nI can't be no regular citizen, fuck 'em\nI'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams\n'Til the government run me my benefits, uh\nI'm from the city of wind\nWhere they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different\nDipped to somewhere it was sunny\nTo talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin\nPrimal intentions,\ndo this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them\nSip on this Jack with my uncles\nThinking about when shit was simpler\nI got a lot to ponder, my boy\nMy sun ain't always somber, my boy\nI teach you how to chop it, my boy\nThese bitches can't run me out my joy\nI roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place\n407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace\nMy schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser\nThat's why I will never find love in\nthis world, I will break records though\nDiss so bad, turn her to a widow\nLook at my bars, I'm like, \"Ooh, this shit tickle\"\nSuck on my pickle\nI drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killscope\n  artist: Kembe X; Trent the HOOLiGAN\n  album: I Was Depressed Until I Made This\n  duration_ms: 144000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas be hating on me, man\n  I'm just like, look\n  That shit's not finna lift you up no further (Further)\n  I don't understand it, but shit, I don't fight against it either\n  You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh\n  Ayy\n  You turn the beat up?\n  Uh, uh\n\n  Nigga, I'm tryna live my life 'til it end\n  Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind\n  On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter\n  I sin, hope God can forgive my kind\n  Drunk somewhere I never been\n  At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time\n  Niggas don't want me to hit my stride\n  Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines\n  Woke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)\n  Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)\n  Smashed and then crashed, I'm a symbol (Yeah)\n  On Xanny, so I can't remember (Uh)\n  She not my type, I delayed her\n  Back all alone like I'm meant to be\n  Chill with my cig and my Hennessy\n  Thinking about when shit was simple\n  Now fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race\n  I can't straight, everybody in my damn face\n  What the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?\n  These dudes give me that face to get laid down\n  Laid down on the heated pavement\n  Out DP, I'm a panther, baby\n  Let's get rid of them panties, baby\n  She just waxed, no sandpaper\n  I'm in there with no swimwear\n  And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don't stop\n  Damn, I'ma shave that mop\n  I'm on the clit, tick tock\n  These bitches on my cock\n  They shit fu', rerock\n  I whip it in the pot\n  What you tryna do? I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock\n  Back at it, crack addict\n  Bad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city\n  Blast at it, fuck with me, ride with me\n  Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average\n  Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna\n  I can't be no regular citizen, fuck 'em\n  I'm busting, I'm taxin', I'm killing they dreams\n  'Til the government run me my benefits, uh\n  I'm from the city of wind\n  Where they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different\n  Dipped to somewhere it was sunny\n  To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin\n  Primal intentions,\n  do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble them\n  Sip on this Jack with my uncles\n  Thinking about when shit was simpler\n  I got a lot to ponder, my boy\n  My sun ain't always somber, my boy\n  I teach you how to chop it, my boy\n  These bitches can't run me out my joy\n  I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place\n  407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace\n  My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser\n  That's why I will never find love in\n  this world, I will break records though\n  Diss so bad, turn her to a widow\n  Look at my bars, I'm like, \"Ooh, this shit tickle\"\n  Suck on my pickle\n  I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter\n  Bitch\n"}]