[{"id":14416061,"name":"Small Time (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Small Time (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Lil' Troy","albumName":"Sittin' Fat Down South","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nBoy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons\n\nLil' Troy, a superstar, choppin' rocks on your block\nRepresentin' Shortstop\nSellin' rocks, oh, see four point gold\nShortstop, double platinum sold\n\nTell my momma, she don't have to work no mo'\nI pay the bills by the flow from the studio\nAnd I was out in the game by old players and G's\nHollerin' 50 G's, LP's to CD's\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nSo raise up off of me, I'll show 'em I'm a dope man\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nBoy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nYou try to school me you'll get served, with no regard\n\nUh, uh, excuse me, remember me?\nAnd I be swangin' and bangin' biggin' and bangin' with the E and G\nAnd as for Yungstar, I've been in the game\nI've learned the game, I've peeped game now I'm get a 50 a mayne\n\nTo rollin' riches, the G is licksin', for a 'lil rotation\nDon't need it for the placement\nThey call me Tyke Ignition', in a blizzard, Shortstop baby\nThey can't fade me, talkin' Mercedes\n\nThat's how we ride, south side nigga\nHow the fuck you figure? We some H-Town 'bout it type niggaz\nLeavin' this bitch, sick, three piece pitch, hittin' licks\nOverseas, overseas, with bricks, trick\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nBoy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nSo motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin'\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nSouth Park, night falls, over the streets\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nBoy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em\n\nPeep game, peep game, straight 'caine\nFeelin' five and thirty six, huh, I can't explain in mayne\nI never use lower, to blow the dope up, to be load up\nThe girls show they ass when I roll up\n\nIn Benzoes, five double oh, you never knew\nThe trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low, low\nLike the cheese, from the F E D\nSo I'm back up on the streets, slangin' G's\n\nOver the years, I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves\nI've been in the industry, since nine three\nMy so called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties\nLord please, south side G's from fo's to three's\n\nCook up ki's, watchin' out for the enemies\nThey can't fuck with me, I'm a Charisma\nStraight up G, cleaners keep me creased\nMiddle finger to police, Grim Reap meets to slay the beast\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nSo motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin'\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nShit ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hit man\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne\n\nGet yo' paper, watchin' out for them haters\nDressin' up in gators, takin' flights to Vegas\nRollin' navigators, on the seven acres\nI'm a money maker dough baker, bitch breaker\n\nNever ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker\nIn the rap, in the dope game, tryin' to make some hits mayne\nFo' sho', gotta let the people know how the game go\nShortstop break a bitch and gotta let the world know\n\nWho back with the tracks, I guess I'm the Junior Mack\nHell yeah, I'm rollin' 'llac, Shortstop paper stack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Small Time (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Lil' Troy\n  album: Sittin' Fat Down South\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons\n\n  Lil' Troy, a superstar, choppin' rocks on your block\n  Representin' Shortstop\n  Sellin' rocks, oh, see four point gold\n  Shortstop, double platinum sold\n\n  Tell my momma, she don't have to work no mo'\n  I pay the bills by the flow from the studio\n  And I was out in the game by old players and G's\n  Hollerin' 50 G's, LP's to CD's\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  So raise up off of me, I'll show 'em I'm a dope man\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  You try to school me you'll get served, with no regard\n\n  Uh, uh, excuse me, remember me?\n  And I be swangin' and bangin' biggin' and bangin' with the E and G\n  And as for Yungstar, I've been in the game\n  I've learned the game, I've peeped game now I'm get a 50 a mayne\n\n  To rollin' riches, the G is licksin', for a 'lil rotation\n  Don't need it for the placement\n  They call me Tyke Ignition', in a blizzard, Shortstop baby\n  They can't fade me, talkin' Mercedes\n\n  That's how we ride, south side nigga\n  How the fuck you figure? We some H-Town 'bout it type niggaz\n  Leavin' this bitch, sick, three piece pitch, hittin' licks\n  Overseas, overseas, with bricks, trick\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin'\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Boy they're fuckin' with me Troy man I done told 'em\n\n  Peep game, peep game, straight 'caine\n  Feelin' five and thirty six, huh, I can't explain in mayne\n  I never use lower, to blow the dope up, to be load up\n  The girls show they ass when I roll up\n\n  In Benzoes, five double oh, you never knew\n  The trunk fizzo, I carry it on the low, low\n  Like the cheese, from the F E D\n  So I'm back up on the streets, slangin' G's\n\n  Over the years, I stacked mo' G's than trees grow leaves\n  I've been in the industry, since nine three\n  My so called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties\n  Lord please, south side G's from fo's to three's\n\n  Cook up ki's, watchin' out for the enemies\n  They can't fuck with me, I'm a Charisma\n  Straight up G, cleaners keep me creased\n  Middle finger to police, Grim Reap meets to slay the beast\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  So motherfuck you and that bullshit you stressin'\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Shit ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hit man\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayne\n\n  Get yo' paper, watchin' out for them haters\n  Dressin' up in gators, takin' flights to Vegas\n  Rollin' navigators, on the seven acres\n  I'm a money maker dough baker, bitch breaker\n\n  Never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker\n  In the rap, in the dope game, tryin' to make some hits mayne\n  Fo' sho', gotta let the people know how the game go\n  Shortstop break a bitch and gotta let the world know\n\n  Who back with the tracks, I guess I'm the Junior Mack\n  Hell yeah, I'm rollin' 'llac, Shortstop paper stack\n"}]