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Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\nSpot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\nM30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\nHerbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n\n(Swervo)\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n\nWe don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\nSoon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\nI don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\nWay I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n\nBillion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\nSwitch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\nIf you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\nAt 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n\nI rose from the mud, now I'm rich\nYeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\nIt was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\nAnd my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\nHalf a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\nSo they really don't mean shit\nAnd I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\nRaise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n\nI hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\nCan't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\nHe tried to run, you know we hopped him\nWhite chalk, you know we caught him\n3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n\nGotta be alone\nWalkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\nDays, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\nFacin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\nMoney always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\nLeft the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\nYou know what I'm on","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.82] Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\n[00:06.26] What's the deal, Herb'?\n[00:13.96] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n[00:16.68] Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n[00:19.57] I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n[00:23.06] What area I'm from? Bitch, 51\n[00:25.08] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:27.97] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:30.53] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n[00:33.41] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.26] You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n[00:38.94] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.09] Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:44.95] High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.69] Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:51.43] Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n[00:53.78] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n[00:56.44] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n[00:59.08] Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n[01:01.65] M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n[01:04.43] Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n[01:10.07] (Swervo)\n[01:10.27] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n[01:13.15] Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n[01:15.97] I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n[01:19.56] We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n[01:22.16] Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n[01:24.97] I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n[01:27.42] Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n[01:30.19] Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n[01:32.73] Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n[01:35.85] If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n[01:38.44] At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n[01:41.89] I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n[01:43.73] Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n[01:46.42] It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n[01:49.34] And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n[01:52.20] Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n[01:56.69] So they really don't mean shit\n[01:58.07] And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n[02:00.62] Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n[02:04.54] I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n[02:07.82] Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n[02:09.01] He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n[02:10.50] White chalk, you know we caught him\n[02:11.92] 3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n[02:18.13] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n[02:20.88] Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n[02:23.75] I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n[02:38.42] Gotta be alone\n[02:39.63] Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n[02:42.58] Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n[02:45.20] Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n[02:48.10] Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n[02:51.14] Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n[02:53.96] You know what I'm on\n[03:02.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BabyTron & G Herbo - Equilibrium (Official Music Video)\n  artist: Lyrical Lemonade\n  album: Lyrical Lemonade Videos\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\n  start_ms: 2820\n  end_ms: 6260\n- text: What's the deal, Herb'?\n  start_ms: 6260\n  end_ms: 13960\n- text: Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  start_ms: 13960\n  end_ms: 16680\n- text: Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  start_ms: 16680\n  end_ms: 19570\n- text: I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n  start_ms: 19570\n  end_ms: 23060\n- text: What area I'm from? 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Bitch, 51\n  Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n  Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n  You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n  You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n  Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\n  High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n  Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n  Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n  Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n  Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n\n  (Swervo)\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n\n  We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n  I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n\n  Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n  Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n  If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n\n  I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n  Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n  And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  So they really don't mean shit\n  And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n\n  I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n  White chalk, you know we caught him\n  3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n\n  Gotta be alone\n  Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n  Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  You know what I'm on\n"},{"id":9928426,"name":"Equilibrium","trackName":"Equilibrium","artistName":"Lyrical Lemonade","albumName":"All Is Yellow","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\nWhat's the deal, Herb?\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come\nWhat area I'm from? Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digi' jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't gotta a whip, what's in my pocket could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, cameras Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T? 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Bitch, 51\n[00:25.05] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:27.94] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:30.58] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n[00:33.45] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.30] You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n[00:38.92] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.08] Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:44.93] High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.68] Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:51.45] Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n[00:53.73] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\n  Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n  Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digi' jumped\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n  You ain't gotta a whip, what's in my pocket could've bought a Civic\n  You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n  Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n  High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n  Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n  Blessing after blessing, cameras Godspeed\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T? Bitch, stop, please\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T but you not me?\n  Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop peas\n  Herbo in some brand new Fazos, shit, you know my carpets clean (clean)\n  Swervo\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come\n  We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  Soon as we hit they block, it's already cock squeeze\n  I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  Way I'm stuntin', I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n  Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz so that's a K a blunt\n  Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's fifty K a month\n  If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  At eighteen, I had a hundred pounds, so it was okay to front\n  I rose from the mud now I'm rich\n  Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  It was a blood bath now I rock blood diamonds, went legit\n  And my lil' blood bad, all they want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  Half a million, that's my kit\n  Gotta protect my ice but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  So that really don't mean shit\n  And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's a upset\n  I hate when niggas be talkin' on the net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  He tried to run, you know we hawked him\n  White chalk, you know we caught him\n  3D, you know we saw him\n  Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn, ayy (G Herbo)\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come\n  Gotta be alone\n  Walkin' solo with my chrome, on my way home\n  Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  Left the streets but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  You know what I'm on\n"},{"id":7109042,"name":"Equilibrium","trackName":"Equilibrium","artistName":"Lyrical Lemonade, BabyTron,","albumName":"unknown","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\nWhat's the deal, Herb'?\n\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n\nWhat area I'm from? Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\nSpot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\nM30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\nHerbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n\n(Swervo)\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n\nWe don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\nSoon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\nI don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\nWay I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n\nBillion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\nSwitch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\nIf you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\nAt 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n\nI rose from the mud, now I'm rich\nYeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\nIt was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\nAnd my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\nHalf a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\nSo they really don't mean shit\nAnd I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\nRaise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n\nI hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\nCan't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\nHe tried to run, you know we hopped him\nWhite chalk, you know we caught him\n3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n\nGotta be alone\nWalkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\nDays, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\nFacin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\nMoney always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\nLeft the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\nYou know what I'm on","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.82] Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\n[00:06.26] What's the deal, Herb'?\n[00:13.96] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n[00:16.68] Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n[00:19.57] I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n[00:23.06] What area I'm from? Bitch, 51\n[00:25.08] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:27.97] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:30.53] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n[00:33.41] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.26] You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n[00:38.94] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.09] Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:44.95] High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.69] Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:51.43] Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n[00:53.78] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\n  Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n  Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n  You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n  You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n  Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\n  High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n  Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n  Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n  Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n  Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n\n  (Swervo)\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n\n  We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n  I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n\n  Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n  Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n  If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n\n  I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n  Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n  And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  So they really don't mean shit\n  And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n\n  I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n  White chalk, you know we caught him\n  3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n\n  Gotta be alone\n  Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n  Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  You know what I'm on\n"},{"id":26357512,"name":"Equilibrium","trackName":"Equilibrium","artistName":"Lyrical Lemonade, BabyTron","albumName":"All Is Yellow","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\nWhat's the deal, Herb'?\n\nMike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\nFuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\nI'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n\nWhat area I'm from? Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\n[00:25.08] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:27.97] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:30.53] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n[00:33.41] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.26] You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n[00:38.94] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.09] Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:44.95] High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.69] Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:51.43] Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n[00:53.78] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\n[00:25.08] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:27.97] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:30.53] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n[00:33.41] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.26] You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n[00:38.94] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.09] Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:44.95] High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.69] Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:51.43] Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n[00:53.78] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, stop, please\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56480\n- text: How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n  start_ms: 56480\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61620\n- text: M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n  start_ms: 61620\n  end_ms: 64420\n- text: Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n  start_ms: 64420\n  end_ms: 70080\n- text: (Swervo)\n  start_ms: 70080\n  end_ms: 70290\n- text: Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  start_ms: 70290\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 75940\n- text: I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n  start_ms: 75940\n  end_ms: 79560\n- text: We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  start_ms: 79560\n  end_ms: 82170\n- text: Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n  start_ms: 82170\n  end_ms: 84990\n- text: I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  start_ms: 84990\n  end_ms: 87420\n- text: Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n  start_ms: 87420\n  end_ms: 90190\n- text: Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n  start_ms: 90190\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 98430\n- text: At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n  start_ms: 98430\n  end_ms: 101840\n- text: I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n  start_ms: 101840\n  end_ms: 103740\n- text: Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  start_ms: 103740\n  end_ms: 106470\n- text: It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n  start_ms: 106470\n  end_ms: 109360\n- text: And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  start_ms: 109360\n  end_ms: 112290\n- text: Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  start_ms: 112290\n  end_ms: 116690\n- text: So they really don't mean shit\n  start_ms: 116690\n  end_ms: 118030\n- text: And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  start_ms: 118030\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 124510\n- text: I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  start_ms: 124510\n  end_ms: 127870\n- text: Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  start_ms: 127870\n  end_ms: 129080\n- text: He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n  start_ms: 129080\n  end_ms: 130420\n- text: White chalk, you know we caught him\n  start_ms: 130420\n  end_ms: 131980\n- text: 3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n  start_ms: 131980\n  end_ms: 138100\n- text: Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  start_ms: 138100\n  end_ms: 140860\n- text: Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  start_ms: 140860\n  end_ms: 143750\n- text: I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n  start_ms: 143750\n  end_ms: 158450\n- text: Gotta be alone\n  start_ms: 158450\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165150\n- text: Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  start_ms: 165150\n  end_ms: 168170\n- text: Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  start_ms: 168170\n  end_ms: 171180\n- text: Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  start_ms: 171180\n  end_ms: 173980\n- text: You know what I'm on\n  start_ms: 173980\n  end_ms: 182630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 182630\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\n  What's the deal, Herb'?\n\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n\n  What area I'm from? Bitch, 51\n  Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n  Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n  You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n  You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n  Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\n  High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n  Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n  Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\nQuarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\nSwervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\nSick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\nYou ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\nYou ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\nSame motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\nHigh as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\nMe, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\nBlessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\nHow you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? 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Bitch, 51\n[00:25.12] Quarter after quarter, stuffin' woods, I got hippy lungs\n[00:28.20] Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n[00:31.06] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me off\n[00:33.92] Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n[00:36.34] You ain't gotta a whip, what's in my pocket could've bought a Civic\n[00:39.56] You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n[00:42.20] Same motherfuckers tryna shoot the ball and miss it\n[00:45.12] High as hell, I turn thе TV on and let it watch me\n[00:47.85] Me, mysеlf and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n[00:50.70] Blessing after blessing, cameras Godspeed\n[00:53.45] How you call yourself the G.O.A.T? 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Bitch, stop, please\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56480\n- text: How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n  start_ms: 56480\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61620\n- text: M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n  start_ms: 61620\n  end_ms: 64420\n- text: Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n  start_ms: 64420\n  end_ms: 70080\n- text: (Swervo)\n  start_ms: 70080\n  end_ms: 70290\n- text: Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  start_ms: 70290\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 75940\n- text: I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n  start_ms: 75940\n  end_ms: 79560\n- text: We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  start_ms: 79560\n  end_ms: 82170\n- text: Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n  start_ms: 82170\n  end_ms: 84990\n- text: I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  start_ms: 84990\n  end_ms: 87420\n- text: Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n  start_ms: 87420\n  end_ms: 90190\n- text: Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n  start_ms: 90190\n  end_ms: 92780\n- text: Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n  start_ms: 92780\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 98430\n- text: At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n  start_ms: 98430\n  end_ms: 101840\n- text: I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n  start_ms: 101840\n  end_ms: 103740\n- text: Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  start_ms: 103740\n  end_ms: 106470\n- text: It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n  start_ms: 106470\n  end_ms: 109360\n- text: And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  start_ms: 109360\n  end_ms: 112290\n- text: Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  start_ms: 112290\n  end_ms: 116690\n- text: So they really don't mean shit\n  start_ms: 116690\n  end_ms: 118030\n- text: And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  start_ms: 118030\n  end_ms: 120660\n- text: Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n  start_ms: 120660\n  end_ms: 124510\n- text: I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  start_ms: 124510\n  end_ms: 127870\n- text: Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  start_ms: 127870\n  end_ms: 129080\n- text: He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n  start_ms: 129080\n  end_ms: 130420\n- text: White chalk, you know we caught him\n  start_ms: 130420\n  end_ms: 131980\n- text: 3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n  start_ms: 131980\n  end_ms: 138100\n- text: Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  start_ms: 138100\n  end_ms: 140860\n- text: Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  start_ms: 140860\n  end_ms: 143750\n- text: I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n  start_ms: 143750\n  end_ms: 158450\n- text: Gotta be alone\n  start_ms: 158450\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165150\n- text: Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  start_ms: 165150\n  end_ms: 168170\n- text: Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  start_ms: 168170\n  end_ms: 171180\n- text: Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  start_ms: 171180\n  end_ms: 173980\n- text: You know what I'm on\n  start_ms: 173980\n  end_ms: 182630\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 182630\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, G Herbo\n  What's the deal, Herb'?\n\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come\n\n  What area I'm from? Bitch, 51\n  Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs\n  Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up\n\n  Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot\n  You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic\n  You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics\n  Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it\n\n  High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me\n  Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three\n  Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please\n\n  How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?\n  Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans\n  M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps\n  Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)\n\n  (Swervo)\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come\n\n  We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas\n  Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze\n  I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese\n  Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need\n\n  Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt\n  Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month\n  If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt\n  At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front\n\n  I rose from the mud, now I'm rich\n  Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?\n  It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit\n  And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch\n  Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit\n  So they really don't mean shit\n  And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch\n  Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset\n\n  I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk\n  Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat\n  He tried to run, you know we hopped him\n  White chalk, you know we caught him\n  3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)\n\n  Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam\n  Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium\n  I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)\n\n  Gotta be alone\n  Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home\n  Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong\n  Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?\n  Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone\n  Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs\n  You know what I'm on\n"}]