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Ain't shit but a bitch\nAnd assault all on your face when I visit, huh\nGive two fucks about what you're up to\nI leave that shit to my bitches, uh\nSpeakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues\nIn my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh\nTryna ride me mid-conversation\nDamn, let me finish my sentence\n\nWake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\nSip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\nYou niggas' spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\nI took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\nPlease proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\nTell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\nNiggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\nFuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: LFTFF\n  artist: Kembe X\n  album: LFTFF\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme\n  The ability to move and the ability to think right\n  The ability to slow down, the ability to speed up\n  The ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas\n  Swag like they could never do\n  Swag like never been done before, nigga\n  Father God, so I\n\n  Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n  Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n  It's niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank\n  We took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n  Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n  Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n  Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n  Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n\n  Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade\n  All organic, y'all sip Minute Maid\n  I've took damage, I win anyway\n  Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way\n  She want cock now, I want plenty space\n  Can't stop now, I been did the race\n  Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate\n  Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay\n  Spent my first rap check on an interface\n  One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze\n  Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee\n  Come with fuck shit, bitch, get away\n  Cup full of spaceship, that's my getaway\n  I can't never draw, you can get erased\n  Niggas hate, leave 'em all with the shitty face\n  I pray my name leave bitter taste\n\n  Woah, woah, woah, woah\n  Woah, woah, woah, woah\n  Woah, woah, woah, woah\n  Woah, woah, woah, woah\n\n  Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n  Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n  You niggas' spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\n  I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n  Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n  Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n  Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n  Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n\n  I put my soul in this, you'd swear I exist in my own dimension\n  No skateboard, my grind on intense\n  And I feel way more than I want to mention\n  Stay lab locked, perfect my invention\n  While lame lil' hoes do shit for attention\n  When I brainstorm, the shit come with wins\n  That'll turn that beef you want into riblets\n  What you think? Ain't shit but a bitch\n  And assault all on your face when I visit, huh\n  Give two fucks about what you're up to\n  I leave that shit to my bitches, uh\n  Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues\n  In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh\n  Tryna ride me mid-conversation\n  Damn, let me finish my sentence\n\n  Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n  Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n  You niggas' spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\n  I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n  Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n  Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n  Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n  Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n"},{"id":11847569,"name":"Lftff","trackName":"Lftff","artistName":"Kembe X","albumName":"I Was Depressed Until I Made This","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme\nThe ability to move and the ability to think right\nThe ability to slow down, the ability to speed up\nThe ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas\nSwag like they could never do\nSwag like never been done before, nigga\nFather God, so I\nWake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\nSip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\nIt's niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank\nWe took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\nPlease proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\nTell a hoe to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\nNiggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\nFuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\nLife gave me lemons, so I made lemonade\nAll organic, y'all sip Minute Maid\nI've took damage, I win anyway\nOrbit my dick, y'all just in the way\nShe want cock now, I want plenty space\nCan't stop now, I been did the race\nBlowin' off fume now, room need ventilate\nSpent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay\nSpent my first rap check on an interface\nOne mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze\nSmoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee\nCome with fuck shit, bitch, get away\nCup full of spaceship, that's my getaway\nI can't never draw, you can get erased\nNiggas hate, leave 'em all with the shitty face\nI pray my name leave bitter taste\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nWake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\nSip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\nYou niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\nI took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\nPlease proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\nTell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\nNiggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\nFuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\nI put my soul in this, you'd swear I exist in my own dimension\nNo skateboard, my grind on intense\nAnd I feel way more than I want to mention\nStay lab locked, perfect my invention\nWhile lame lil' hoes do shit for attention\nWhen I brainstorm, the shit come with wins\nThat'll turn that beef you want into riblets\nWhat you think? Ain't shit but a bitch\nAnd assault all on your face when I visit, huh\nGive two fucks about what you're up to\nI leave that shit to my bitches, uh\nSpeakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues\nIn my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh\nTryna ride me mid-conversation\nDamn, let me finish my sentence\nWake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\nSip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\nYou niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\nI took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\nPlease proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\nTell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\nNiggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\nFuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.29] Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme\n[00:10.54] The ability to move and the ability to think right\n[00:13.60] The ability to slow down, the ability to speed up\n[00:16.08] The ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas\n[00:20.25] Swag like they could never do\n[00:21.61] Swag like never been done before, nigga\n[00:24.00] Father God, so I\n[00:27.49] Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n[00:31.46] Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n[00:34.78] It's niggas out here starving, fakin' fonk, but swear they ganja stank\n[00:38.33] We took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n[00:41.81] Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n[00:45.42] Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n[00:48.91] Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n[00:52.40] Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n[00:55.99] Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade\n[00:57.81] All organic, y'all sip Minute Maid\n[00:59.69] I've took damage, I win anyway\n[01:01.17] Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way\n[01:02.91] She want cock now, I want plenty space\n[01:04.72] Can't stop now, I been did the race\n[01:06.58] Blowin' off fume now, room need ventilate\n[01:08.35] Spent weekends where Section 8 tenants stay\n[01:10.05] Spent my first rap check on an interface\n[01:11.80] One mic, three-fifths, and a zip of haze\n[01:13.71] Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee\n[01:15.47] Come with fuck shit, bitch, get away\n[01:17.36] Cup full of spaceship, that's my getaway\n[01:19.14] I can't never draw, you can get erased\n[01:20.88] Niggas hate, leave 'em all with the shitty face\n[01:22.70] I pray my name leave bitter taste\n[01:24.00] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\n[01:30.63] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\n[01:37.88] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\n[01:44.91] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\n[01:52.05] Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n[01:55.90] Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n[01:59.40] You niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\n[02:02.85] I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n[02:06.31] Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n[02:09.94] Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n[02:13.42] Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n[02:16.95] Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n[02:20.60] I put my soul in this, you'd swear I exist in my own dimension\n[02:24.01] No skateboard, my grind on intense\n[02:25.33] And I feel way more than I want to mention\n[02:27.15] Stay lab locked, perfect my invention\n[02:29.02] While lame lil' hoes do shit for attention\n[02:30.75] When I brainstorm, the shit come with wins\n[02:32.44] That'll turn that beef you want into riblets\n[02:34.26] What you think? 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Ain't shit but a bitch\n  And assault all on your face when I visit, huh\n  Give two fucks about what you're up to\n  I leave that shit to my bitches, uh\n  Speakin' of 'em, they speak in tongues\n  In my ear, then tug on my zipper, huh\n  Tryna ride me mid-conversation\n  Damn, let me finish my sentence\n  Wake up every morning, count my blessings 'fore my mind start racin'\n  Sip my Jack and pop a Xan' before I even wash my face\n  You niggas spirit starving, give a fuck whether your ganja stank\n  I took you for a real one from the jump, my nigga, my mistake\n  Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off\n  Tell a ho to hush, I need silence when my bitch call\n  Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it at all\n  Fuck a close-up, nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off\n"}]