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Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doin' a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there a Black Thought\n  Now bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huh\n  Sike, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise I got you, just give me a call\n  Hip-hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you preach that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"},{"id":2570367,"name":"Mama / Show Love","trackName":"Mama / Show Love","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama, look at me now\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nI got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\nLeaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\nSecond that I came in the game, I'm aiming\nHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\nI'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\nLook up to me, little buddy\nDo it like me, little buddy\nSave yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\nBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\nEverybody wonder what it be like\nNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\nGo like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\nDo it for the drug, then we do it for the love\nAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\nAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\nMama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\nMama look what you created, now I'm super faded\nAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\nBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\nGot the Louis sueded on some trill shit\nI be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\nBut the truth is realer than the fake shit\nKnow they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\nI go two gorillas on some Bape shit\nLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\nThe range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\nMama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\nThank god your daddy never paid for abortion\nBut sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\nNow I'm stuck doing Paris shows\nEmbarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\nDon't dare your soul (My god)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\nI'm killing them without a gun\nTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\nKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\nWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\nI can promise it's depression\nThat's when you learn your lesson\nThought you was cut out for this, your profession\nGo be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\nNo one call him back, yeah no falling back\nBreaking down on stage, break it down on page\nBreaking down your age\nLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\nComparing yourself to the world\nAnd you losing yourself to the world\nAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\nYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\nSpend all your money on bullshit and drama\nHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\nOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\nEverybody better, I'ma talk my shit\nPut him on my back, then I walk my shit\nFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\nI got more plaques than I know what to do with\nBelieved in myself when nobody else knew it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nYou ain't got class, bitch you been truent\nI am the truest, no need to ask\nBack it up, girl, now back that ass\nBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\nAnd all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\nTo say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n'Cause I, I respect women\nBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\nMan, I'm just playing\nShe flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\nI'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\nShoutout that boy Gambino\nShoutout that boy K. Dot\nShoutout that boy young Drizzy\nAll y'all been doing a lot\nWhy the rap game so scared to show love?\nI don't know but I am not\nThat shit right there, I'm Black Thought\nY'all bring it back to the roots\nYes, I most definitely got the juice\nYes, I got love for the game\nDon't do this shit for the fame\nIt's how we people the same\nDon't care what set you claim\nShoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\nEverybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\nPsych, not me\nToo many people to name, but know I got love for you all\nIf you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\nHip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n2019 better get that Grammy\nGive me my props where props is due\nWhy everybody wanna come stop you?\nMaybe they mad that they not you\nWhen you piece that peace and love\nMake them wanna come through, pop shots at you\nThat's no love, fuck that, show love\nDon't buck back like a 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and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n[00:49.51] Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n[00:52.02] Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n[00:53.79] And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n[00:55.47] But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n[00:57.15] Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n[00:58.54] I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n[01:00.31] But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n[01:02.25] Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n[01:03.50] I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n[01:05.28] Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n[01:07.06] The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n[01:08.78] Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n[01:10.44] Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n[01:11.99] But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n[01:13.82] Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n[01:15.06] Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n[01:17.46] Don't dare your soul (My god)\n[01:18.52] Mama, look at me now\n[01:21.26] Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\n[01:23.55] I'm killing them without a gun\n[01:24.73] Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\n[01:28.38] Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\n[01:30.04] When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\n[01:33.29] I can promise it's depression\n[01:35.12] That's when you learn your lesson\n[01:36.44] Thought you was cut out for this, your profession\n[01:37.78] Go be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\n[01:39.15] No one call him back, yeah no falling back\n[01:41.03] Breaking down on stage, break it down on page\n[01:43.23] Breaking down your age\n[01:43.88] Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\n[01:46.85] Comparing yourself to the world\n[01:48.15] And you losing yourself to the world\n[01:49.47] And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\n[01:51.32] You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\n[01:55.31] Spend all your money on bullshit and drama\n[01:56.81] Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\n[01:58.94] On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n[02:00.46] Mama, look at me now\n[02:03.24] \n[02:05.61] \n[02:13.82] Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\n[02:16.02] Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit\n[02:17.53] Put him on my back, then I walk my shit\n[02:19.22] Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\n[02:21.17] I got more plaques than I know what to do with\n[02:22.62] Believed in myself when nobody else knew it\n[02:24.33] Goddamn, I been through it\n[02:25.03] Goddamn, I been through it\n[02:26.28] You ain't got class, bitch you been truent\n[02:27.35] I am the truest, no need to ask\n[02:28.89] Back it up, girl, now back that ass\n[02:30.04] Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\n[02:31.79] And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\n[02:33.27] To say I love bitches completely fictitious\n[02:34.78] 'Cause I, I respect 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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(My god)\n[01:18.52] Mama, look at me now\n[01:21.26] Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\n[01:23.55] I'm killing them without a gun\n[01:24.73] Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\n[01:28.38] Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\n[01:30.04] When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\n[01:33.29] I can promise it's depression\n[01:35.12] That's when you learn your lesson\n[01:36.44] Thought you was cut out for this, your profession\n[01:37.78] Go be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\n[01:39.15] No one call him back, yeah no falling back\n[01:41.03] Breaking down on stage, break it down on page\n[01:43.23] Breaking down your age\n[01:43.88] Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\n[01:46.85] Comparing yourself to the world\n[01:48.15] And you losing yourself to the world\n[01:49.47] And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\n[01:51.32] You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\n[01:55.31] Spend all your money on bullshit and drama\n[01:56.81] Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\n[01:58.94] On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n[02:00.46] Mama, look at me now\n[02:03.24] \n[02:05.61] \n[02:13.82] Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\n[02:16.02] Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit\n[02:17.53] Put him on my back, then I walk my shit\n[02:19.22] Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\n[02:21.17] I got more plaques than I know what to do with\n[02:22.62] Believed in myself when nobody else knew it\n[02:24.33] Goddamn, I been through it\n[02:25.03] Goddamn, I been through it\n[02:26.28] You ain't got class, bitch you been truent\n[02:27.35] I am the truest, no need to ask\n[02:28.89] Back it up, girl, now back that ass\n[02:30.04] Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\n[02:31.79] And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\n[02:33.27] To say I love bitches completely fictitious\n[02:34.78] 'Cause I, I respect women\n[02:36.89] But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n[02:39.30] Man, I'm just playing\n[02:40.23] She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\n[02:41.77] I'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\n[02:44.46] Shoutout that boy Gambino\n[02:46.16] Shoutout that boy K. Dot\n[02:47.61] Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n[02:49.54] All y'all been doing a lot\n[02:51.02] Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n[02:53.17] I don't know but I am not\n[02:53.91] That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n[02:55.85] Y'all bring it back to the roots\n[02:56.88] Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n[02:58.23] Yes, I got love for the game\n[02:59.99] Don't do this shit for the fame\n[03:01.45] It's how we people the same\n[03:02.96] Don't care what set you claim\n[03:04.41] Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n[03:07.38] Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n[03:09.97] Psych, not me\n[03:11.49] Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n[03:16.01] If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n[03:18.70] Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n[03:21.72] 'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n[03:24.79] 2019 better get that Grammy\n[03:26.66] Give me my props where props is due\n[03:28.32] Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n[03:29.53] Maybe they mad that they not you\n[03:31.25] When you piece that peace and love\n[03:32.30] Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n[03:34.01] That's no love, fuck that, show love\n[03:36.14] Don't buck back like a bitch\n[03:38.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mama / Show Love\n  artist: Logic\n  album: NFS Heat Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 241345\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mama, look at me now\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 20040\n- text: Mama, look at me now\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 22510\n- text: I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\n  start_ms: 22510\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26790\n- text: Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming\n  start_ms: 26790\n  end_ms: 28290\n- text: Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\n  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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  All y'all been doing a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  Psych, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you piece that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"},{"id":38984803,"name":"Mama/Show Love","trackName":"Mama/Show Love","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Confessions of a Dangerous Mind","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama, look at me now\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nI got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\nLeaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\nSecond that I came in the game, I'm aiming\nHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\nI'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\nLook up to me, little buddy\nDo it like me, little buddy\nSave yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\nBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\nEverybody wonder what it be like\nNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\nGo like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\nDo it for the drug, then we do it for the love\nAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\nAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\nMama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\nMama look what you created, now I'm super faded\nAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\nBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\nGot the Louis sueded on some trill shit\nI be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\nBut the truth is realer than the fake shit\nKnow they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\nI go two gorillas on some Bape shit\nLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\nThe range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\nMama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\nThank god your daddy never paid for abortion\nBut sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\nNow I'm stuck doing Paris shows\nEmbarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\nDon't dare your soul (My god)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\nI'm killing them without a gun\nTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\nKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\nWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\nI can promise it's depression\nThat's when you learn your lesson\nThought you was cut out for this, your profession\nGo be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\nNo one call him back, yeah no falling back\nBreaking down on stage, break it down on page\nBreaking down your age\nLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\nComparing yourself to the world\nAnd you losing yourself to the world\nAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\nYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\nSpend all your money on bullshit and drama\nHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\nOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\nEverybody better, I'ma talk my shit\nPut him on my back, then I walk my shit\nFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\nI got more plaques than I know what to do with\nBelieved in myself when nobody else knew it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nYou ain't got class, bitch you been truent\nI am the truest, no need to ask\nBack it up, girl, now back that ass\nBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\nAnd all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\nTo say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n'Cause I, I respect women\nBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\nMan, I'm just playing\nShe flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\nI'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\nShoutout that boy Gambino\nShoutout that boy K. 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  All y'all been doing a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  Psych, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you piece that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"},{"id":38984682,"name":"Mama/Show Love","trackName":"Mama/Show Love","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Confessions of a Dangerous Mind","duration":23.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama, look at me now\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nI got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\nLeaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\nSecond that I came in the game, I'm aiming\nHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\nI'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\nLook up to me, little buddy\nDo it like me, little buddy\nSave yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\nBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\nEverybody wonder what it be like\nNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\nGo like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\nDo it for the drug, then we do it for the love\nAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\nAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\nMama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\nMama look what you created, now I'm super faded\nAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\nBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\nGot the Louis sueded on some trill shit\nI be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\nBut the truth is realer than the fake shit\nKnow they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\nI go two gorillas on some Bape shit\nLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\nThe range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\nMama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\nThank god your daddy never paid for abortion\nBut sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\nNow I'm stuck doing Paris shows\nEmbarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\nDon't dare your soul (My god)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\nI'm killing them without a gun\nTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\nKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\nWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\nI can promise it's depression\nThat's when you learn your lesson\nThought you was cut out for this, your profession\nGo be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\nNo one call him back, yeah no falling back\nBreaking down on stage, break it down on page\nBreaking down your age\nLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\nComparing yourself to the world\nAnd you losing yourself to the world\nAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\nYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\nSpend all your money on bullshit and drama\nHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\nOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\nEverybody better, I'ma talk my shit\nPut him on my back, then I walk my shit\nFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\nI got more plaques than I know what to do with\nBelieved in myself when nobody else knew it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nYou ain't got class, bitch you been truent\nI am the truest, no need to ask\nBack it up, girl, now back that ass\nBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\nAnd all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\nTo say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n'Cause I, I respect women\nBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\nMan, I'm just playing\nShe flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\nI'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\nShoutout that boy Gambino\nShoutout that boy K. 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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Dot\nShoutout that boy young Drizzy\nAll y'all been doing a lot\nWhy the rap game so scared to show love?\nI don't know but I am not\nThat shit right there, I'm Black Thought\nY'all bring it back to the roots\nYes, I most definitely got the juice\nYes, I got love for the game\nDon't do this shit for the fame\nIt's how we people the same\nDon't care what set you claim\nShoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\nEverybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\nPsych, not me\nToo many people to name, but know I got love for you all\nIf you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\nHip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n2019 better get that Grammy\nGive me my props where props is due\nWhy everybody wanna come stop you?\nMaybe they mad that they not you\nWhen you piece that peace and love\nMake them wanna come through, pop shots at you\nThat's no love, fuck that, show love\nDon't buck back like a 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look at me now\n[01:21.26]Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\n[01:23.55]I'm killing them without a gun\n[01:24.73]Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\n[01:28.38]Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\n[01:30.04]When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\n[01:33.29]I can promise it's depression\n[01:35.12]That's when you learn your lesson\n[01:36.44]Thought you was cut out for this, your profession\n[01:37.78]Go be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\n[01:39.15]No one call him back, yeah no falling back\n[01:41.03]Breaking down on stage, break it down on page\n[01:43.23]Breaking down your age\n[01:43.88]Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\n[01:46.85]Comparing yourself to the world\n[01:48.15]And you losing yourself to the world\n[01:49.47]And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\n[01:51.32]You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\n[01:55.31]Spend 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Dot\n[02:47.61]Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n[02:49.54]All y'all been doing a lot\n[02:51.02]Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n[02:53.17]I don't know but I am not\n[02:53.91]That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n[02:55.85]Y'all bring it back to the roots\n[02:56.88]Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n[02:58.23]Yes, I got love for the game\n[02:59.99]Don't do this shit for the fame\n[03:01.45]It's how we people the same\n[03:02.96]Don't care what set you claim\n[03:04.41]Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n[03:07.38]Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n[03:09.97]Psych, not me\n[03:11.49]Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n[03:16.01]If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n[03:18.70]Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n[03:21.72]'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n[03:24.79]2019 better get that Grammy\n[03:26.66]Give me my props where props is due\n[03:28.32]Why 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  All y'all been doing a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  Psych, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you piece that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"},{"id":38984786,"name":"Mama/Show Love","trackName":"Mama/Show Love","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Confessions of a Dangerous Mind","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama, look at me now\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nI got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\nLeaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\nSecond that I came in the game, I'm aiming\nHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\nI'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\nLook up to me, little buddy\nDo it like me, little buddy\nSave yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\nBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\nEverybody wonder what it be like\nNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\nGo like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\nDo it for the drug, then we do it for the love\nAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\nAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\nMama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\nMama look what you created, now I'm super faded\nAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\nBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\nGot the Louis sueded on some trill shit\nI be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\nBut the truth is realer than the fake shit\nKnow they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\nI go two gorillas on some Bape shit\nLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\nThe range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\nMama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\nThank god your daddy never paid for abortion\nBut sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\nNow I'm stuck doing Paris shows\nEmbarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\nDon't dare your soul (My god)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\nI'm killing them without a gun\nTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\nKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\nWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\nI can promise it's depression\nThat's when you learn your lesson\nThought you was cut out for this, your profession\nGo be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\nNo one call him back, yeah no falling back\nBreaking down on stage, break it down on page\nBreaking down your age\nLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\nComparing yourself to the world\nAnd you losing yourself to the world\nAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\nYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\nSpend all your money on bullshit and drama\nHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\nOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\nEverybody better, I'ma talk my shit\nPut him on my back, then I walk my shit\nFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\nI got more plaques than I know what to do with\nBelieved in myself when nobody else knew it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nYou ain't got class, bitch you been truent\nI am the truest, no need to ask\nBack it up, girl, now back that ass\nBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\nAnd all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\nTo say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n'Cause I, I respect women\nBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\nMan, I'm just playing\nShe flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\nI'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\nShoutout that boy Gambino\nShoutout that boy K. 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  All y'all been doing a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  Psych, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you piece that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"},{"id":38984760,"name":"Mama/Show Love","trackName":"Mama/Show Love","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Confessions of a Dangerous Mind","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mama, look at me now\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nI got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\nLeaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\nSecond that I came in the game, I'm aiming\nHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\nI'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\nLook up to me, little buddy\nDo it like me, little buddy\nSave yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\nBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\nEverybody wonder what it be like\nNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\nGo like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\nDo it for the drug, then we do it for the love\nAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\nAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\nMama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\nMama look what you created, now I'm super faded\nAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\nBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\nGot the Louis sueded on some trill shit\nI be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\nBut the truth is realer than the fake shit\nKnow they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\nI go two gorillas on some Bape shit\nLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\nThe range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\nMama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\nThank god your daddy never paid for abortion\nBut sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\nNow I'm stuck doing Paris shows\nEmbarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\nDon't dare your soul (My god)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\nI'm killing them without a gun\nTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\nKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\nWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\nI can promise it's depression\nThat's when you learn your lesson\nThought you was cut out for this, your profession\nGo be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\nNo one call him back, yeah no falling back\nBreaking down on stage, break it down on page\nBreaking down your age\nLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\nComparing yourself to the world\nAnd you losing yourself to the world\nAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\nYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\nSpend all your money on bullshit and drama\nHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\nOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\nMama, look at me now\n\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\nEverybody better, I'ma talk my shit\nPut him on my back, then I walk my shit\nFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\nI got more plaques than I know what to do with\nBelieved in myself when nobody else knew it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nGoddamn, I been through it\nYou ain't got class, bitch you been truent\nI am the truest, no need to ask\nBack it up, girl, now back that ass\nBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\nAnd all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\nTo say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n'Cause I, I respect women\nBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\nMan, I'm just playing\nShe flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\nI'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\nShoutout that boy Gambino\nShoutout that boy K. 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And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the 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67060\n- text: The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  start_ms: 67060\n  end_ms: 68780\n- text: Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  start_ms: 68780\n  end_ms: 70440\n- text: Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  start_ms: 70440\n  end_ms: 71990\n- text: But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  start_ms: 71990\n  end_ms: 73820\n- text: Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  start_ms: 73820\n  end_ms: 75060\n- text: Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  start_ms: 75060\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: Don't dare your soul (My god)\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 78520\n- text: Mama, look at me now\n  start_ms: 78520\n  end_ms: 81260\n- text: Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\n  start_ms: 81260\n  end_ms: 83550\n- text: I'm killing them without a gun\n  start_ms: 83550\n  end_ms: 84730\n- text: Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\n  start_ms: 84730\n  end_ms: 88380\n- text: Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\n  start_ms: 88380\n  end_ms: 90040\n- text: When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\n  start_ms: 90040\n  end_ms: 93290\n- text: I can promise it's depression\n  start_ms: 93290\n  end_ms: 95120\n- text: That's when you learn your lesson\n  start_ms: 95120\n  end_ms: 96440\n- text: Thought you was cut out for this, your profession\n  start_ms: 96440\n  end_ms: 97780\n- text: Go be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\n  start_ms: 97780\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: No one call him back, yeah no falling back\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: Breaking down on stage, break it down on page\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103230\n- text: Breaking down your age\n  start_ms: 103230\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 106850\n- text: Comparing yourself to the world\n  start_ms: 106850\n  end_ms: 108150\n- text: And you losing yourself to the world\n  start_ms: 108150\n  end_ms: 109470\n- text: And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\n  start_ms: 109470\n  end_ms: 111320\n- text: You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\n  start_ms: 111320\n  end_ms: 115310\n- text: Spend all your money on bullshit and drama\n  start_ms: 115310\n  end_ms: 116810\n- text: Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\n  start_ms: 116810\n  end_ms: 118940\n- text: On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n  start_ms: 118940\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: Mama, look at me now\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 123240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 123240\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 133820\n- text: Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\n  start_ms: 133820\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: Put him on my back, then I walk my shit\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 139220\n- text: Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\n  start_ms: 139220\n  end_ms: 141170\n- text: I got more plaques than I know what to do with\n  start_ms: 141170\n  end_ms: 142620\n- text: Believed in myself when nobody else knew it\n  start_ms: 142620\n  end_ms: 144330\n- text: Goddamn, I been through it\n  start_ms: 144330\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: Goddamn, I been through it\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146280\n- text: You ain't got class, bitch you been truent\n  start_ms: 146280\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: I am the truest, no need to ask\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 148890\n- text: Back it up, girl, now back that ass\n  start_ms: 148890\n  end_ms: 150040\n- text: Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\n  start_ms: 150040\n  end_ms: 151790\n- text: And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\n  start_ms: 151790\n  end_ms: 153270\n- text: To say I love bitches completely fictitious\n  start_ms: 153270\n  end_ms: 154780\n- text: '''Cause I, I respect women'\n  start_ms: 154780\n  end_ms: 156890\n- text: But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n  start_ms: 156890\n  end_ms: 159300\n- text: Man, I'm just playing\n  start_ms: 159300\n  end_ms: 160230\n- text: She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\n  start_ms: 160230\n  end_ms: 161770\n- text: I'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\n  start_ms: 161770\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: Shoutout that boy Gambino\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: Shoutout that boy K. Dot\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 167610\n- text: Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  start_ms: 167610\n  end_ms: 169540\n- text: All y'all been doing a lot\n  start_ms: 169540\n  end_ms: 171020\n- text: Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  start_ms: 171020\n  end_ms: 173170\n- text: I don't know but I am not\n  start_ms: 173170\n  end_ms: 173910\n- text: That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  start_ms: 173910\n  end_ms: 175850\n- text: Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  start_ms: 175850\n  end_ms: 176880\n- text: Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  start_ms: 176880\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: Yes, I got love for the game\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: Don't do this shit for the fame\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 181450\n- text: It's how we people the same\n  start_ms: 181450\n  end_ms: 182960\n- text: Don't care what set you claim\n  start_ms: 182960\n  end_ms: 184410\n- text: Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  start_ms: 184410\n  end_ms: 187380\n- text: Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  start_ms: 187380\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: Psych, not me\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 191490\n- text: Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  start_ms: 191490\n  end_ms: 196010\n- text: If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  start_ms: 196010\n  end_ms: 198700\n- text: Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  start_ms: 198700\n  end_ms: 201720\n- text: '''Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don''t understand me'\n  start_ms: 201720\n  end_ms: 204790\n- text: 2019 better get that Grammy\n  start_ms: 204790\n  end_ms: 206660\n- text: Give me my props where props is due\n  start_ms: 206660\n  end_ms: 208320\n- text: Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  start_ms: 208320\n  end_ms: 209530\n- text: Maybe they mad that they not you\n  start_ms: 209530\n  end_ms: 211250\n- text: When you piece that peace and love\n  start_ms: 211250\n  end_ms: 212300\n- text: Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  start_ms: 212300\n  end_ms: 214010\n- text: That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  start_ms: 214010\n  end_ms: 216140\n- text: Don't buck back like a bitch\n  start_ms: 216140\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218000\nplain: |-\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose\n  Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging\n  Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming\n  Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one\n  I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study\n  Look up to me, little buddy\n  Do it like me, little buddy\n  Save yo' money, don't think about a Beamer\n  'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a\n  Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-\n  Everybody wonder what it be like\n  Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like\n  Go like green light, somethin' what it fiend like\n  Do it for the drug, then we do it for the love\n  And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip\n  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit\n\n  Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now\n\n  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded\n  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich\n  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it\n  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit\n  I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures\n  But the truth is realer than the fake shit\n  Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers\n  I go two gorillas on some Bape shit\n  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion\n  The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous\n  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list\n  Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion\n  But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those\n  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows\n  Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe\n  Don't dare your soul (My god)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done\n  I'm killing them without a gun\n  Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree\n  Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money\n  When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come\n  I can promise it's depression\n  That's when you learn your lesson\n  Thought you was cut out for this, your profession\n  Go be the best in all of that, nah fuck all of that\n  No one call him back, yeah no falling back\n  Breaking down on stage, break it down on page\n  Breaking down your age\n  Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare\n  Comparing yourself to the world\n  And you losing yourself to the world\n  And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans\n  You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)\n  Spend all your money on bullshit and drama\n  Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas\n  On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)\n\n  Mama, look at me now\n\n  Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick\n  Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit\n  Put him on my back, then I walk my shit\n  Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this\n  I got more plaques than I know what to do with\n  Believed in myself when nobody else knew it\n  Goddamn, I been through it\n  Goddamn, I been through it\n  You ain't got class, bitch you been truent\n  I am the truest, no need to ask\n  Back it up, girl, now back that ass\n  Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby\n  And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious\n  To say I love bitches completely fictitious\n\n  'Cause I, I respect women\n  But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there\n\n  Man, I'm just playing\n  She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying\n  I'm pushing30, my, I'm pushin'g30, my man (It's time to have fun)\n  Shoutout that boy Gambino\n  Shoutout that boy K. Dot\n  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy\n  All y'all been doing a lot\n  Why the rap game so scared to show love?\n  I don't know but I am not\n  That shit right there, I'm Black Thought\n  Y'all bring it back to the roots\n  Yes, I most definitely got the juice\n  Yes, I got love for the game\n  Don't do this shit for the fame\n  It's how we people the same\n  Don't care what set you claim\n  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID\n  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)\n  Psych, not me\n  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all\n  If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call\n  Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me\n  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me\n  2019 better get that Grammy\n  Give me my props where props is due\n  Why everybody wanna come stop you?\n  Maybe they mad that they not you\n  When you piece that peace and love\n  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you\n  That's no love, fuck that, show love\n  Don't buck back like a bitch\n"}]