[{"id":7700766,"name":"Fakin'","trackName":"Fakin'","artistName":"LeCrae","albumName":"Gravity","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\nI been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\nThey say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\nQuit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\nHey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\nBut this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\nYou pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\nHalf them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\nAin't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\nWe on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\nWild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed\n\nSo I guess that make you, yes that make you\nThat make you a faker!\n\nHe was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\nNow, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\nThe bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\nHe bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\nNow matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\nStop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\nFrontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\nHe think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\nKeep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\nWith some killas in you room with some real guns\nThat don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n\nReal recognize real; introduce ya' self\nCareful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\nSomebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\nBefore they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\nThese killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\nYou ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\nThat just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\nTell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\nAnd hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\nI prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\nThey got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\nI pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.97] I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n[00:17.75] I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n[00:20.56] They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n[00:23.80] Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n[00:26.87] Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n[00:30.93] But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n[00:33.90] You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n[00:37.27] Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n[00:40.65] Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n[00:44.42] We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n[00:47.20] Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n[00:50.55] 1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n[00:54.01] I heard him say he bought the block\n[00:56.77] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[00:58.81] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[01:02.26] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[01:05.68] I'm not impressed\n[01:07.30] So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n[01:09.28] That make you a faker!\n[01:10.50] He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n[01:14.61] \n[01:24.13] 'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\n[01:27.41] Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n[01:30.61] The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n[01:34.38] He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n[01:37.40] Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n[01:40.75] Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n[01:44.45] Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n[01:47.65] He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n[01:50.85] Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n[01:54.28] With some killas in you room with some real guns\n[01:57.82] That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n[02:01.22] Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n[02:05.54] \n[02:31.64] Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n[02:34.58] Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n[02:37.73] Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n[02:40.80] These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n[02:44.22] You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n[02:47.63] That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n[02:50.98] Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n[02:54.77] And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n[02:57.75] I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n[03:01.09] They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n[03:04.43] I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n[03:08.07] I heard him say he bought the block\n[03:10.16] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[03:13.25] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[03:16.33] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[03:19.95] I'm not impressed\n[03:20.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fakin'\n  artist: LeCrae\n  album: Gravity\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 17750\n- text: I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n  start_ms: 17750\n  end_ms: 20560\n- text: They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n  start_ms: 20560\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 26870\n- text: Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n  start_ms: 26870\n  end_ms: 30930\n- text: But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n  start_ms: 30930\n  end_ms: 33900\n- text: You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n  start_ms: 33900\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 40650\n- text: Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n  start_ms: 40650\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 47200\n- text: Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n  start_ms: 47200\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: '1: 16 – You can''t shame us. 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Live that truth; you can't blame us\n\n  I heard him say he bought the block\n  In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  I'm not impressed\n\n  So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n  That make you a faker!\n\n  He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n  'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\n  Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n  The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n  He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n  Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n  Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n  Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n  He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n  Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n  With some killas in you room with some real guns\n  That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n\n  Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n  Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n  Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n  Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n  These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n  You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n  That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n  Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n  And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n  I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n  They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n  I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n\n  I heard him say he bought the block\n  In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  I'm not impressed\n"},{"id":11874532,"name":"Fakin'","trackName":"Fakin'","artistName":"Lecrae","albumName":"Gravity (Digital Deluxe)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\nI been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\nThey say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\nQuit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\nHey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\nBut this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\nYou pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\nHalf them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\nAin't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\nWe on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\nWild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed\n\nSo I guess that make you, yes that make you\nThat make you a faker!\n\nHe was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\nNow, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\nThe bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\nHe bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\nNow matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\nStop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\nFrontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\nHe think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\nKeep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\nWith some killas in you room with some real guns\nThat don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n\nReal recognize real; introduce ya' self\nCareful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\nSomebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\nBefore they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\nThese killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\nYou ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\nThat just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\nTell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\nAnd hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\nI prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\nThey got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\nI pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.97] I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n[00:17.75] I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n[00:20.56] They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n[00:23.80] Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n[00:26.87] Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n[00:30.93] But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n[00:33.90] You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n[00:37.27] Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n[00:40.65] Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n[00:44.42] We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n[00:47.20] Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n[00:50.55] 1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n[00:54.01] I heard him say he bought the block\n[00:56.77] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[00:58.81] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[01:02.26] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[01:05.68] I'm not impressed\n[01:07.30] So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n[01:09.28] That make you a faker!\n[01:10.50] He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n[01:14.61] \n[01:24.13] 'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\n[01:27.41] Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n[01:30.61] The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n[01:34.38] He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n[01:37.40] Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n[01:40.75] Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n[01:44.45] Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n[01:47.65] He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n[01:50.85] Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n[01:54.28] With some killas in you room with some real guns\n[01:57.82] That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n[02:01.22] Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n[02:05.54] \n[02:31.64] Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n[02:34.58] Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n[02:37.73] Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n[02:40.80] These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n[02:44.22] You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n[02:47.63] That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n[02:50.98] Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n[02:54.77] And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n[02:57.75] I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n[03:01.09] They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n[03:04.43] I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n[03:08.07] I heard him say he bought the block\n[03:10.16] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[03:13.25] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[03:16.33] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[03:19.95] I'm not impressed\n[03:20.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fakin'\n  artist: Lecrae\n  album: Gravity (Digital Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 17750\n- text: I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n  start_ms: 17750\n  end_ms: 20560\n- text: They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n  start_ms: 20560\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 26870\n- text: Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n  start_ms: 26870\n  end_ms: 30930\n- text: But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n  start_ms: 30930\n  end_ms: 33900\n- text: You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n  start_ms: 33900\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 40650\n- text: Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n  start_ms: 40650\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 47200\n- text: Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n  start_ms: 47200\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: '1: 16 – You can''t shame us. 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Live that truth; you can't blame us\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed\n\nSo I guess that make you, yes that make you\nThat make you a faker!\n\nHe was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\nNow, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\nThe bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\nHe bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\nNow matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\nStop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\nFrontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\nHe think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\nKeep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\nWith some killas in you room with some real guns\nThat don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n\nReal recognize real; introduce ya' self\nCareful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\nSomebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\nBefore they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\nThese killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\nYou ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\nThat just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\nTell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\nAnd hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\nI prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\nThey got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\nI pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n\nI heard him say he bought the block\nIn his song he say he gansta' but he not\nSay he makin' money, cashin' big checks\nWhile his chain leavin' green on his neck\nI'm not impressed","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.37] I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n[00:16.38] I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n[00:19.70] They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n[00:23.04] Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n[00:26.40] Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n[00:30.07] But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n[00:33.26] You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n[00:36.68] Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n[00:40.37] Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n[00:43.33] We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n[00:46.70] Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n[00:50.13] 1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n[00:53.40] I heard him say he bought the block\n[00:55.82] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[00:58.93] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[01:01.54] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[01:05.14] I'm not impressed\n[01:06.61] So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n[01:09.36] That make you a faker!\n[01:11.54] \n[01:20.48] He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n[01:24.06] 'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\n[01:27.49] Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n[01:30.77] The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n[01:33.95] He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n[01:37.48] Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n[01:40.74] Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n[01:43.92] Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n[01:47.12] He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n[01:50.68] Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n[01:54.27] With some killas in you room with some real guns\n[01:57.54] That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n[01:59.78] \n[02:26.96] Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n[02:31.05] Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n[02:34.34] Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n[02:37.00] Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n[02:40.36] These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n[02:43.91] You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n[02:47.67] That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n[02:50.73] Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n[02:54.08] And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n[02:57.41] I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n[03:00.84] They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n[03:04.12] I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n[03:06.39] \n[03:08.91] I heard him say he bought the block\n[03:10.66] In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n[03:12.76] Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n[03:16.35] While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n[03:19.01] I'm not impressed\n[03:19.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fakin' (feat. 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Thi'sl\n  album: Gravity\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n  start_ms: 13970\n  end_ms: 17750\n- text: I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n  start_ms: 17750\n  end_ms: 20560\n- text: They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n  start_ms: 20560\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 26870\n- text: Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n  start_ms: 26870\n  end_ms: 30930\n- text: But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n  start_ms: 30930\n  end_ms: 33900\n- text: You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n  start_ms: 33900\n  end_ms: 37270\n- text: Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n  start_ms: 37270\n  end_ms: 40650\n- text: Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n  start_ms: 40650\n  end_ms: 44420\n- text: We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n  start_ms: 44420\n  end_ms: 47200\n- text: Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n  start_ms: 47200\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: '1: 16 – You can''t shame us. Live that truth; you can''t blame us'\n  start_ms: 50550\n  end_ms: 54010\n- text: I heard him say he bought the block\n  start_ms: 54010\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 58810\n- text: Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  start_ms: 58810\n  end_ms: 62260\n- text: While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  start_ms: 62260\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I'm not impressed\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67300\n- text: So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n  start_ms: 67300\n  end_ms: 69280\n- text: That make you a faker!\n  start_ms: 69280\n  end_ms: 70500\n- text: He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n  start_ms: 70500\n  end_ms: 74610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 74610\n  end_ms: 84130\n- text: '''Til ''dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots'\n  start_ms: 84130\n  end_ms: 87410\n- text: Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n  start_ms: 87410\n  end_ms: 90610\n- text: The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n  start_ms: 90610\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100750\n- text: Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n  start_ms: 100750\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n  start_ms: 104450\n  end_ms: 107650\n- text: He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n  start_ms: 107650\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 114280\n- text: With some killas in you room with some real guns\n  start_ms: 114280\n  end_ms: 117820\n- text: That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n  start_ms: 117820\n  end_ms: 121220\n- text: Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n  start_ms: 121220\n  end_ms: 125540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 125540\n  end_ms: 151640\n- text: Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n  start_ms: 151640\n  end_ms: 154580\n- text: Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n  start_ms: 154580\n  end_ms: 157730\n- text: Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n  start_ms: 157730\n  end_ms: 160800\n- text: These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n  start_ms: 160800\n  end_ms: 164220\n- text: You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n  start_ms: 164220\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 170980\n- text: Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n  start_ms: 170980\n  end_ms: 174770\n- text: And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n  start_ms: 174770\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n  start_ms: 177750\n  end_ms: 181090\n- text: They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n  start_ms: 181090\n  end_ms: 184430\n- text: I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n  start_ms: 184430\n  end_ms: 188070\n- text: I heard him say he bought the block\n  start_ms: 188070\n  end_ms: 190160\n- text: In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  start_ms: 190160\n  end_ms: 193250\n- text: Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  start_ms: 193250\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 199950\n- text: I'm not impressed\n  start_ms: 199950\n  end_ms: 200580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 200580\nplain: |-\n  I'm riding round and I'm getting' it; they riding round pretendin'\n  I been had it, I been done, I promise that it's all empty\n  They say they ridin' Bugatti's, man, put some babies through college\n  Quit tryna' act like the trap is cool, 'cause we tired hearin' that garbage\n  Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen\n  But this ain't what we meant to be, and y'all don't make no sense to me\n  You pump fakin', ain't shootin', ain't killin, ain't doin'\n  Half them thangs you say you doin', but 116 we stay true an'\n  Ain't dope dealin', ain't Po pimpin', talkin' 'bout my own folk killin'\n  We on that Jesus soul healin', so serious, gorillas\n  Wild ain't we, can't tame us, been changed, can't change us\n  1: 16 – You can't shame us. Live that truth; you can't blame us\n\n  I heard him say he bought the block\n  In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  I'm not impressed\n\n  So I guess that make you, yes that make you\n  That make you a faker!\n\n  He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac\n  'Til 'dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots\n  Now, he in the station singin' like he T-Pain\n  The bullets made him lean, now I guess he's 2 Chains\n  He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it 'round a 300\n  Now matter how you put it, boy, that's still a 300\n  Stop that fakin' and the flatchin' cut it off\n  Frontin' like your paper longer than the Power Ball\n  He think he Scarface, guess he ain't seen the movie\n  Keep on fakin' 'til you face down in a Jacuzzi\n  With some killas in you room with some real guns\n  That don't make noise and ain't plastic but they real guns\n\n  Real recognize real; introduce ya' self\n  Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya' self\n  Somebody wake em', tell em' to stop fakin'\n  Before they end up lyin' in the woods buck naked\n  These killas fulla' them demons, while you pretendin' you Scarface\n  You ain't really no ghetto boy, why you fakin' that hard face?\n  That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne\n  Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn\n  And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father\n  I prayin', \"Lord forgive em' 'cause they lyin' like Mufasa\n  They got these eight' graders with they eyes on a choppa\n  I pray the Lord save 'em 'fo He drop 'em and make 'em stop it\n\n  I heard him say he bought the block\n  In his song he say he gansta' but he not\n  Say he makin' money, cashin' big checks\n  While his chain leavin' green on his neck\n  I'm not impressed\n"}]