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Well then pass the shit\nMy chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\nI'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\nThey dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\nRather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\nThis the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\nNever applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\nSo fuck whoever that I might offend then\nYou just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\nIt's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\nPrecise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\nFuck a billionaire, I really care\nThey don't know your market value when you really rare\nBells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\nAll of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\nUh, Sway told me have some fun with it\nSome higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\nUnder it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\nHeavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\nYoungin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\nSo many people called it very wrong with me\nTake it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\nI just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n\nThen I keep a note with me\nBuck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\nKnow that they can't really fuck with me\nI been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\nI done learned to discern a friend from a face\nSome niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\nBut every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face\nHeavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\nNo one around me keeping pace, first place\nNever drowsy behind the brakes\nNever lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\nYou into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\nAnd the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\nI dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] Yo\n[00:18.37] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.01] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.32] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.24] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.04] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.75] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.58] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.53] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.86] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.85] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.89] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.62] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.76] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.67] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.66] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.70] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.08] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.43] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.20] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.27] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.85] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.22] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.45] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.01] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.37] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.81] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.96] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.08] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.69] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.77] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.30] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.63] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.11] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.48] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.30] But every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.16] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.16] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.45] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.68] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.82] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.72] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.14] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.63] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.20] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.32] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.43] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.38] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.37] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.95] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.99] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.23] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.67] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191250\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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Well then pass the shit\nMy chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\nI'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n\nThey dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\nRather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\nThis the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\nNever applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n\nSo fuck whoever that I might offend then\nYou just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\nIt's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\nPrecise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n\nFuck a billionaire, I really care\nThey don't know your market value when you really rare\nBells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\nAll of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n\nUh, Sway told me have some fun with it\nSome higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\nUnder it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\nHeavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n\nYoungin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\nSo many people called it very wrong with me\nTake it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\nI just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n\nThen I keep a note with me\nBuck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\nKnow that they can't really fuck with me\nI been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\nI done learned to discern a friend from a face\n\nSome niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\nBut every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\nHeavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\nNo one around me keeping pace, first place\nNever drowsy behind the brakes\n\nNever lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\nYou into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\nAnd the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\nI dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.34] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:26.98] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.25] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.99] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.59] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.43] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.26] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.70] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.48] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.68] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.21] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.88] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.50] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.25] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:10.97] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.38] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.15] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.47] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.77] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.38] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.43] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.33] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.29] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.17] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.83] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.77] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.12] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.66] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.31] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.17] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.44] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.57] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:01.87] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.02] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:06.99] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:09.94] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:12.82] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.17] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.23] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.43] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.34] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.63] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.10] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.30] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.19] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.07] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.06] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.34] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.14] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.45] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.72] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.67] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.19] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.61] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:10.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15370\n  end_ms: 18240\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 20840\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.31] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.29] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.05] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.72] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.54] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.58] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.84] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.88] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.84] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.64] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.79] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.69] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.64] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.72] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.03] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.46] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.26] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.25] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.80] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.26] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.49] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.06] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.38] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.87] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.02] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.67] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.76] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.34] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.66] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.16] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.08] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.36] But every sword that stay with me, I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.13] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.14] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.41] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.69] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.84] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.80] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.13] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.61] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.26] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.35] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.46] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.32] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.35] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.93] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.92] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.24] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.60] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft, redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 196000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.24] Yo\n[00:18.39] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.04] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.14] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.63] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.20] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.32] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.43] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.38] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.37] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.95] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.99] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.23] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.67] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE (feat. redveil)\n  artist: Marlon Craft\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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You niggas half-off, rag-bound\nNod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\nRed just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\nAnd settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n(Yeah, yeah)\n\nI been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\nI been tryna find a pace\nI been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\nTell me when that's not the case\nBut I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nSaid I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\nI ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\nCat's straight, we good","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] Yo\n[00:18.37] Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n[00:21.01] Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? Well then pass the shit\n[00:24.32] My chick a dime piece like ten pacifists\n[00:27.24] I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits\n[00:30.04] They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits\n[00:32.72] Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk\n[00:35.75] This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate\n[00:38.58] Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit\n[00:42.53] So fuck whoever that I might offend then\n[00:44.86] You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant\n[00:47.85] It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension\n[00:50.89] Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah\n[00:54.62] Fuck a billionaire, I really care\n[00:56.76] They don't know your market value when you really rare\n[00:59.67] Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church\n[01:02.95] All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth\n[01:05.66] Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it\n[01:08.70] Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it\n[01:11.08] Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on\n[01:14.43] Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong\n[01:17.20] Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon\n[01:20.27] So many people called it very wrong with me\n[01:22.85] Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes\n[01:26.22] I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon\n[01:30.20] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[01:33.45] I been tryna find a pace\n[01:36.01] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[01:39.37] Tell me when that's not the case\n[01:41.81] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:44.96] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[01:48.08] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[01:51.69] Cat's straight, we good (yo, uh)\n[01:53.77] Then I keep a note with me\n[01:55.30] Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play\n[01:57.63] Know that they can't really fuck with me\n[01:59.51] I been crushin' grapes, every word gon' turn to fate\n[02:02.11] I done learned to discern a friend from a face\n[02:04.48] Some niggas ain't gon' pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake\n[02:07.30] But every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face\n[02:10.25] Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county\n[02:13.16] No one around me keeping pace, first place\n[02:15.16] Never drowsy behind the brakes\n[02:17.45] Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock\n[02:20.68] You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk\n[02:23.82] And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk\n[02:26.72] I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound\n[02:30.14] Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background\n[02:33.38] Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round\n[02:36.63] And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh\n[02:45.20] (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:47.32] I been movin' boulders, working on my shoulders\n[02:50.43] I been tryna find a pace\n[02:53.38] I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over\n[02:56.37] Tell me when that's not the case\n[02:58.95] But I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:01.99] Said I got a little pace now (yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.23] I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith\n[03:08.67] Cat's straight, we good\n[03:09.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PACE\n  artist: Marlon Craft feat. redveil\n  album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 18370\n- text: Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic\n  start_ms: 18370\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Ain't goin' do nothing with the rock? 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