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barely gettin' by\n[01:12.50] And a nigga was always stressin'\n[01:15.29] We was doin' time, momma gettin' high\n[01:18.06] A nigga life is so depressin'\n[01:21.38] Now we in V rollin' overseas\n[01:23.37] And I hope these trees don't get us arrested\n[01:26.62] We gettin' right, livin' out our life\n[01:28.82] And the music is so refreshin'\n[01:32.17] I came a long way from posting in hallways\n[01:35.06] Smoking purple while they pushing that raw yay\n[01:38.04] Mommy beefin' 'bout my cuttin' cars\n[01:39.86] While I'm at my man's crib steady cuttin' up the hard\n[01:42.51] The D's already know my face\n[01:45.06] Cause since a young comrade I been caught my case\n[01:48.08] Back and forth to family court\n[01:50.96] And in that same court is where my family fought\n[01:53.35] Mommy screaming, \"Don't snatch my son away\"\n[01:56.13] But I'm thinking to myself they tryna snatch my guns away\n[01:58.94] Now I'm off to juvie hall\n[02:01.60] But I'm built for this shit so a nigga 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Max B, Mel Matrix & Stack Bundles)","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Jim Jones Songs","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Summertime shit man, let's do it\n\nI was doing crime, barely getting by\nAnd a nigga was always stressing\nWe was doing time, momma getting high\nA nigga life was so depressing\nNow we in need, rolling overseas\nAnd I hope these trees don't get us arrested\nWe getting right, living out our life\nAnd the music is so refreshing\n\nI keep the millionaires feasting, the engineers beasting\nLike Biggavel', where the fuck you been?\nI can serenade the streets in my plush new Benz\n\nSpread your walls out, let me come through them\nMomma, your boy gon' go cause he's sturdy\n\nHe look about 21 but he at least 30\nAnything I want, I can get when I need it\nChickens love slurping on my dick, come and beat it\nLeft home without that toastie, almost caught a slug\nGo get your camera, come record a thug\nMom's came to cop and I sold her drugs\nCoke in the cookie jar, it fizzle up something like soda does\nPicture rap game without Biggavel', you fucks couldn't make it\nYou hot bitch, come and get naked\n\nLooking like you spent a couple bucks for his bracelet\nSizzurp in the Grand Cru, straight, never chase it\n\nI was doing crime, barely getting by\nAnd a nigga was always stressing\nWe was doing time, momma getting high\nA nigga life was so depressing\nNow we in need, rolling overseas\nAnd I hope these trees don't get us arrested\nWe getting right, living out our life\nAnd the music is so refreshing\n\nI came a long way from posting in hallways (Getting money)\nSmoking purple while they pushing that raw yay' (Pushing packs, nigga)\nMommy beefing about my cutting cards\nWhile I'm at my man's crib steady cutting up the hard\n(I was foolish) The D's already know my face\nCause since a young comrade, I been caught my case\n\nBack and forth to family court\n\nAnd in that same court is where my family fought (Mommy, I'm sorry)\nMommy screaming, \"Don't snatch my son away!\"\nBut I'm thinking to myself, \"They tryna snatch my guns away\"\n(I was hard with it) Now I'm off to juvie hall\nBut I'm built for this shit so a nigga having a ball\n(Eastside) I got potential in this motherfucker\nEat a nigga food, I'm wreckless dental\nIn this motherfucker (I'm a man, nigga)\nA nigga known for doing what he do\nSo when you mention my name, niggas ain't have to say who (Bill Murk)\n\nI was doing crime, barely getting by\nAnd a nigga was always stressing\nWe was doing time, momma getting high\nA nigga life was so depressing\nNow we in need, rolling overseas\nAnd I hope these trees don't get us arrested\nWe getting right, living out our life\nAnd the music is so refreshing\n\nI ain't shit, my momma first one, poppa worst one\nHad to walk a straight line, trying to go to work, son\nHad a little 9-to-5 but that shit ain't work long\nNeeded a shortcut, had to get my money long\nA hustler was born, Raekwon was his first name (For real)\nAlways out of stock whenever that first came (Then what?)\nThen a third came (Then what?), then them birds came (Damn)\nPopped my cherry, no longer a virgin\nWanted to be like pop with none of his faults\n\nGo as hard as he did and never get caught\n\nI was successful, ask about him\nFor rock niggas, couldn't fill them apple bags without him\nNever sold a rock in my life with these hands (Not at all)\nSee his track records if they pull up they sleeves, fam\nThe name bundles and not by coincidence\nI had to trap for the scratch I'm getting in\n\nI was doing crime, barely getting by\nAnd a nigga was always stressing\nWe was doing time, momma getting high\nA nigga life was so depressing\nNow we in need, rolling overseas\nAnd I hope these trees don't get us arrested\nWe getting right, living out our life\nAnd the music is so refreshing","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Refreshing (feat. Max B, Mel Matrix & Stack Bundles)\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Jim Jones Songs\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Summertime shit man, let's do it\n\n  I was doing crime, barely getting by\n  And a nigga was always stressing\n  We was doing time, momma getting high\n  A nigga life was so depressing\n  Now we in need, rolling overseas\n  And I hope these trees don't get us arrested\n  We getting right, living out our life\n  And the music is so refreshing\n\n  I keep the millionaires feasting, the engineers beasting\n  Like Biggavel', where the fuck you been?\n  I can serenade the streets in my plush new Benz\n\n  Spread your walls out, let me come through them\n  Momma, your boy gon' go cause he's sturdy\n\n  He look about 21 but he at least 30\n  Anything I want, I can get when I need it\n  Chickens love slurping on my dick, come and beat it\n  Left home without that toastie, almost caught a slug\n  Go get your camera, come record a thug\n  Mom's came to cop and I sold her drugs\n  Coke in the cookie jar, it fizzle up something like soda does\n  Picture rap game without Biggavel', you fucks couldn't make it\n  You hot bitch, come and get naked\n\n  Looking like you spent a couple bucks for his bracelet\n  Sizzurp in the Grand Cru, straight, never chase it\n\n  I was doing crime, barely getting by\n  And a nigga was always stressing\n  We was doing time, momma getting high\n  A nigga life was so depressing\n  Now we in need, rolling overseas\n  And I hope these trees don't get us arrested\n  We getting right, living out our life\n  And the music is so refreshing\n\n  I came a long way from posting in hallways (Getting money)\n  Smoking purple while they pushing that raw yay' (Pushing packs, nigga)\n  Mommy beefing about my cutting cards\n  While I'm at my man's crib steady cutting up the hard\n  (I was foolish) The D's already know my face\n  Cause since a young comrade, I been caught my case\n\n  Back and forth to family court\n\n  And in that same court is where my family fought (Mommy, I'm sorry)\n  Mommy screaming, \"Don't snatch my son away!\"\n  But I'm thinking to myself, \"They tryna snatch my guns away\"\n  (I was hard with it) Now I'm off to juvie hall\n  But I'm built for this shit so a nigga having a ball\n  (Eastside) I got potential in this motherfucker\n  Eat a nigga food, I'm wreckless dental\n  In this motherfucker (I'm a man, nigga)\n  A nigga known for doing what he do\n  So when you mention my name, niggas ain't have to say who (Bill Murk)\n\n  I was doing crime, barely getting by\n  And a nigga was always stressing\n  We was doing time, momma getting high\n  A nigga life was so depressing\n  Now we in need, rolling overseas\n  And I hope these trees don't get us arrested\n  We getting right, living out our life\n  And the music is so refreshing\n\n  I ain't shit, my momma first one, poppa worst one\n  Had to walk a straight line, trying to go to work, son\n  Had a little 9-to-5 but that shit ain't work long\n  Needed a shortcut, had to get my money long\n  A hustler was born, Raekwon was his first name (For real)\n  Always out of stock whenever that first came (Then what?)\n  Then a third came (Then what?), then them birds came (Damn)\n  Popped my cherry, no longer a virgin\n  Wanted to be like pop with none of his faults\n\n  Go as hard as he did and never get caught\n\n  I was successful, ask about him\n  For rock niggas, couldn't fill them apple bags without him\n  Never sold a rock in my life with these hands (Not at all)\n  See his track records if they pull up they sleeves, fam\n  The name bundles and not by coincidence\n  I had to trap for the scratch I'm getting in\n\n  I was doing crime, barely getting by\n  And a nigga was always stressing\n  We was doing time, momma getting high\n  A nigga life was so depressing\n  Now we in need, rolling overseas\n  And I hope these trees don't get us arrested\n  We getting right, living out our life\n  And the music is so refreshing\n"}]