[{"id":21252600,"name":"Meek Mill - From Da Bottom","trackName":"Meek Mill - From Da Bottom","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Unreleased","duration":380.4473499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young niggas gettin money\nand we don't owe yo niggas shit\nI'm from Philly nigga\nwe come from the bottom\ncome from nothin\nand niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin?\nhuh?\nI'da sip Ciroc with Diddy\ndrunk Spade with Hov\nin the vip with a 40\nwith some badass hoes\nhad my grip on my forty\nstill was at that stove\nthe same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam\nlike Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing\ntalkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine\nIf I was there you know we ball Mr. clean\nim talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks\njust gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back\nI'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that\nI'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack\non the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's\nand half my niggas in the city went against the code\nthem niggas cold still partying them niggas bold\nbut I'm like fuck it Im young and gettin it them niggas old\ntake a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself\nyou see a kid all nigga just looking for help\nand every night I'm in the studio killin myself\na lot of niggas hatin on me now cause Im feelin myself\nfuck em though\nthey screaming be humble, boy be humble\nbut aint nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble\nlooked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble\nnow I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble\nSeen some things that cant be told\nI was told these roads were pure as gold\nI never told I never sell my my soul\nI just went at every thing I dove\nNobody's going back to da bottom\nNobody's going to da bottom\nI can't be every nigga role model\nI cant go back to the bottom\nNiggas gettin high\njust to take the pain away\nwhen I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day\noff season but I practice like I got a game today\nand everybody aint gon make it out its genesay\nfeeling like Mike before the fade away\nI'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?\nand all this love I'm getting aint gon take the hate away\nbut these haters motivate me in a crazy way\naint no I in team\nfrom what I've seen every man for himself\nwell, until I intervene I put my niggas on\npaper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\nwhen dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\nor heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\nI'm blowing up I did my own thing\nthey want my soul and my body for a little chain\nI'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train\nnigga\nYeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\nthe devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away\nits body after body very few its finer way\nyou got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J\nmy defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\nI get soft every time we go against ya'll\nI'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\nyou get cross like hey I did mine for this ball\nfor this rock you get shot big dog\ncause in this game we shootin metal like its pin ball\nI put this mac to your face like lip gloss\nand do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\nnigga\nI started with a dollar and a dream\nand I'm willing to go and get it by any means\nI cant be every nigga role model\nwhy nobody my role model\nI got my own son and race\nand my life is very precious\nand my son expect me to walk through that door every night\nso any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\nall my niggas out to get it\nand we aint never goin back to the bottom\nnone of my niggas\nI hear everybody talkin\nhe spending too much money be humble\nman fuck all that\nwho was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?\nay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?\nIt's D.C. double M, G\nWe been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\nyou heard me?\nMeek Milly, real nigga For Life!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.55] Young niggas gettin money\n[00:04.68] And we don't owe yo niggas shit\n[00:11.73] I'm from Philly nigga\n[00:13.79] We come from the bottom\n[00:15.55] Come from nothin\n[00:17.66] And niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin?\n[00:20.41] Huh?\n[00:21.88] I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy\n[00:23.67] Drunk Spade with Hov\n[00:25.39] In the vip with a 40\n[00:26.41] With some badass hoes\n[00:27.90] Had my grip on my forty\n[00:29.02] Still was at that stove\n[00:30.79] The same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam\n[00:35.36] Like Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing\n[00:38.13] Talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine\n[00:41.33] If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean\n[00:44.15] Im talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks\n[00:46.90] Just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back\n[00:49.61] I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that\n[00:52.54] I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack\n[00:55.30] On the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's\n[00:58.14] And half my niggas in the city went against the code\n[01:01.22] Them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold\n[01:03.97] But I'm like fuck it Im young and gettin it them niggas old\n[01:06.82] Take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself\n[01:09.73] You see a kid all nigga just looking for help\n[01:12.52] And every night I'm in the studio killin myself\n[01:15.13] A lot of niggas hatin on me now cause Im feelin myself\n[01:17.81] Fuck em though\n[01:18.94] They screaming be humble, boy be humble\n[01:22.08] But aint nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble\n[01:24.70] Looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble\n[01:27.58] Now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble\n[01:31.08] Seen some things that cant be told\n[01:36.15] I was told these roads were pure as gold\n[01:42.44] I never told I never sell my my soul\n[01:48.29] I just went at every thing I dove\n[01:54.14] Nobody's going back to da bottom\n[01:58.31] Nobody's going to da bottom\n[02:05.19] I can't be every nigga role model\n[02:10.35] I cant go back to the bottom\n[02:16.02] Niggas gettin high\n[02:17.02] Just to take the pain away\n[02:18.25] When I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day\n[02:20.88] Off season but I practice like I got a game today\n[02:23.74] And everybody aint gon make it out its genesay\n[02:27.68] Feeling like Mike before the fade away\n[02:30.04] I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?\n[02:32.94] And all this love I'm getting aint gon take the hate away\n[02:35.59] But these haters motivate me in a crazy way\n[02:38.39] Aint no I in team\n[02:40.05] From what I've seen every man for himself\n[02:42.54] Well, until I intervene I put my niggas on\n[02:45.21] Paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\n[02:48.03] When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\n[02:50.66] Or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\n[02:53.35] I'm blowing up I did my own thing\n[02:55.25] They want my soul and my body for a little chain\n[02:58.10] I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train\n[03:01.26] Nigga\n[03:45.60] Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\n[03:48.79] The devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away\n[03:51.56] Its body after body very few its finer way\n[03:54.38] You got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J\n[03:57.17] My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\n[04:00.02] I get soft every time we go against ya'll\n[04:03.22] I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\n[04:05.67] You get cross like hey I did mine for this ball\n[04:08.76] For this rock you get shot big dog\n[04:11.54] Cause in this game we shootin metal like its pin ball\n[04:14.36] I put this mac to your face like lip gloss\n[04:16.91] And do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\n[04:20.66] Nigga\n[04:33.29] I started with a dollar and a dream\n[04:47.76] And I'm willing to go and get it by any means\n[04:54.05] I cant be every nigga role model\n[04:57.33] Why nobody my role model\n[05:01.54] I got my own son and race\n[05:03.71] And my life is very precious\n[05:07.98] And my son expect me to walk through that door every night\n[05:10.84] So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\n[05:14.49] All my niggas out to get it\n[05:17.93] And we aint never goin back to the bottom\n[05:21.38] None of my niggas\n[05:24.61] I hear everybody talkin\n[05:26.56] He spending too much money be humble\n[05:30.35] Man fuck all that\n[05:32.36] Who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?\n[05:35.62] Ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?\n[05:39.15] It's D.C. double M, G\n[05:45.33] We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\n[05:49.02] You heard me?\n[05:53.74] Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!\n[06:02.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill - From Da Bottom\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Unreleased\n  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end_ms: 353740\n- text: Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!\n  start_ms: 353740\n  end_ms: 362100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362100\nplain: |-\n  Young niggas gettin money\n  and we don't owe yo niggas shit\n  I'm from Philly nigga\n  we come from the bottom\n  come from nothin\n  and niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin?\n  huh?\n  I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy\n  drunk Spade with Hov\n  in the vip with a 40\n  with some badass hoes\n  had my grip on my forty\n  still was at that stove\n  the same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam\n  like Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing\n  talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine\n  If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean\n  im talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks\n  just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back\n  I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that\n  I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack\n  on the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's\n  and half my niggas in the city went against the code\n  them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold\n  but I'm like fuck it Im young and gettin it them niggas old\n  take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself\n  you see a kid all nigga just looking for help\n  and every night I'm in the studio killin myself\n  a lot of niggas hatin on me now cause Im feelin myself\n  fuck em though\n  they screaming be humble, boy be humble\n  but aint nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble\n  looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble\n  now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble\n  Seen some things that cant be told\n  I was told these roads were pure as gold\n  I never told I never sell my my soul\n  I just went at every thing I dove\n  Nobody's going back to da bottom\n  Nobody's going to da bottom\n  I can't be every nigga role model\n  I cant go back to the bottom\n  Niggas gettin high\n  just to take the pain away\n  when I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day\n  off season but I practice like I got a game today\n  and everybody aint gon make it out its genesay\n  feeling like Mike before the fade away\n  I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away?\n  and all this love I'm getting aint gon take the hate away\n  but these haters motivate me in a crazy way\n  aint no I in team\n  from what I've seen every man for himself\n  well, until I intervene I put my niggas on\n  paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\n  when dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\n  or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\n  I'm blowing up I did my own thing\n  they want my soul and my body for a little chain\n  I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train\n  nigga\n  Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\n  the devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away\n  its body after body very few its finer way\n  you got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J\n  my defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\n  I get soft every time we go against ya'll\n  I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\n  you get cross like hey I did mine for this ball\n  for this rock you get shot big dog\n  cause in this game we shootin metal like its pin ball\n  I put this mac to your face like lip gloss\n  and do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\n  nigga\n  I started with a dollar and a dream\n  and I'm willing to go and get it by any means\n  I cant be every nigga role model\n  why nobody my role model\n  I got my own son and race\n  and my life is very precious\n  and my son expect me to walk through that door every night\n  so any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\n  all my niggas out to get it\n  and we aint never goin back to the bottom\n  none of my niggas\n  I hear everybody talkin\n  he spending too much money be humble\n  man fuck all that\n  who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh?\n  ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh?\n  It's D.C. double M, G\n  We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\n  you heard me?\n  Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!\n"},{"id":9523258,"name":"From Da Bottom","trackName":"From Da Bottom","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Unreleased Killadelphia Muzik","duration":381.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young niggas gettin money\nand we don't owe yo niggas shit\nI'm from Philly nigga\nwe come from the bottom\ncome from nothin\nand niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin?\nhuh?\nI'da sip Ciroc with Diddy\ndrunk Spade with Hov\nin the vip with a 40\nwith some badass hoes\nhad my grip on my forty\nstill was at that stove\nthe same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam\nlike Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing\ntalkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine\nIf I was there you know we ball Mr. clean\nim talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks\njust gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back\nI'm just that nice and I don't write so you can 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or let it fade away?\nAnd all this love I'm getting ain't gon' take the hate away\nBut these haters motivate me in a crazy way\nAin't no I in team - from what I done seen\nIt's every man for himself well, until I intervene\nI put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\nWhen dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\nOr heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\nI'm blowing up I did my own thing\nThey want my soul and my body for a little chain\nI'm dancing with the Illuminati call it Soul Train\nNigga\n\nLast night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\nThe devil 'round the corner and the reaper a block away\nIt's body after body very few of us find a way\nYou gotta watch for the hook like you sticking Dr. J\nMy defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\nI get soft every time we go against ya'll\nI'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\nYou get crossed like AI did Mike for this ball\nFor this rock you get shot, picked off\nCause in this game we shooting metal like it's pin ball\nI put this Mac to your face like lip gloss\nAnd do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\nNigga\n\nI started with a dollar and a dream\nAnd I'm willing to go and get it by any means\nI can't be every nigga role model\nWhy nobody my role model\nI got my own son to raise\nAnd my life is very precious\nAnd my son expect me to walk through that door every night\nSo any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\nAll my niggas out to get it\nAnd we ain't never going back to the bottom\nNone of my niggas\nI hear everybody talking\nHe spending too much money be humble\nMan fuck all that\nWho was talking when I was dead broke starving huh?\nAy Gutta, what these niggas talking huh?\nIt's D.C. double M, G\nWe been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\nYou heard me?\nMeek Milly, real nigga for life!","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.40] Young niggas gettin' money\n[00:08.35] And we don't owe you niggas shit\n[00:11.71] I'm from Philly nigga\n[00:14.47] We come from the bottom\n[00:16.21] Come from nothin'\n[00:17.96] And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?\n[00:20.68] Huh?\n[00:22.49] I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade with Hov\n[00:25.97] In the vip of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes\n[00:27.50] Had my grip on my forty, still was at that stove\n[00:30.43] The same night work got cooked half that sold\n[00:33.51] A pyrex and a triple beam\n[00:35.81] Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a fiend\n[00:38.38] Talking dirty to these niggas with my Listerine\n[00:41.90] If I was there you know we ball, Mr. Clean\n[00:45.15] I'm talking LIV Sunday blowing hella racks\n[00:47.45] Just getting right cause in my life I been from hell and back\n[00:49.85] I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell 'em that\n[00:52.05] I'm just making up for nights when I was selling crack\n[00:54.68] On the corner in the cold try'na sling them O's\n[00:58.72] And half my niggas in the city went against the code\n[01:01.02] Them niggas told, still partying them niggas bold\n[01:03.73] But I'm like fuck it I'm young and getting it them niggas old\n[01:06.68] Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself\n[01:08.94] You see a getta or a nigga just lookin' for help\n[01:12.10] And every night I'm in the studio killing myself\n[01:14.32] A lot of niggas hate me now cause I'm feeling myself\n[01:17.33] Fuck em' though\n[01:19.29] They screaming be humble, boy be humble\n[01:21.77] But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble\n[01:24.55] Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams crumble\n[01:27.39] Now I'm out here buzzing you can here the bee's bumble\n[01:30.23] Seen some things that can't be told\n[01:35.47] I was told these roads was pure as gold\n[01:41.56] I never told I never sold my soul\n[01:52.55] I just went at every thing I dove\n[01:53.03] Nobody's going back to da bottom\n[01:58.35] Nobody's going to da bottom\n[02:04.64] I can't be every nigga role model\n[02:10.91] I can't go back to the bottom\n[02:15.06] Niggas getting high, just to take the pain away\n[02:18.77] When I'm just getting by couple million for a rainy day\n[02:21.01] Off season but I practice like I got a game today\n[02:23.69] And everybody ain't gon' make it out it's a shame to say\n[02:27.15] Feeling like Mike before the fade away\n[02:29.91] I'm like should I take the shot? 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or let it fade away?\nAnd all this love I'm getting ain't gon' take the hate away\nBut these haters motivate me in a crazy way\nAin't no I in team - from what I done seen\nIt's every man for himself well, until I intervene\nI put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\nWhen dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\nOr heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\nI'm blowing up I did my own thing\nThey want my soul and my body for a little chain\nI'm dancing with the Illuminati call it Soul Train\nNigga\n\nLast night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\nThe devil 'round the corner and the reaper a block away\nIt's body after body very few of us find a way\nYou gotta watch for the hook like you sticking Dr. J\nMy defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\nI get soft every time we go against ya'll\nI'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\nYou get crossed like AI did Mike for this ball\nFor this rock you get shot, picked off\nCause in this game we shooting metal like it's pin ball\nI put this Mac to your face like lip gloss\nAnd do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\nNigga\n\nI started with a dollar and a dream\nAnd I'm willing to go and get it by any means\nI can't be every nigga role model\nWhy nobody my role model\nI got my own son to raise\nAnd my life is very precious\nAnd my son expect me to walk through that door every night\nSo any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\nAll my niggas out to get it\nAnd we ain't never going back to the bottom\nNone of my niggas\nI hear everybody talking\nHe spending too much money be humble\nMan fuck all that\nWho was talking when I was dead broke starving huh?\nAy Gutta, what these niggas talking huh?\nIt's D.C. double M, G\nWe been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\nYou heard me?\nMeek Milly, real nigga for life!","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.40] Young niggas gettin' money\n[00:08.35] And we don't owe you niggas shit\n[00:11.71] I'm from Philly nigga\n[00:14.47] We come from the bottom\n[00:16.21] Come from nothin'\n[00:17.96] And niggas got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?\n[00:20.68] Huh?\n[00:22.49] I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade with Hov\n[00:25.97] In the vip of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes\n[00:27.50] Had my grip on my forty, still was at that stove\n[00:30.43] The same night work got cooked half that sold\n[00:33.51] A pyrex and a triple beam\n[00:35.81] Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a fiend\n[00:38.38] Talking dirty to these niggas with my Listerine\n[00:41.90] If I was there you know we ball, Mr. Clean\n[00:45.15] I'm talking LIV Sunday blowing hella racks\n[00:47.45] Just getting right cause in my life I been from hell and back\n[00:49.85] I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell 'em that\n[00:52.05] I'm just making up for nights when I was selling crack\n[00:54.68] On the corner in the cold try'na sling them O's\n[00:58.72] And half my niggas in the city went against the code\n[01:01.02] Them niggas told, still partying them niggas bold\n[01:03.73] But I'm like fuck it I'm young and getting it them niggas old\n[01:06.68] Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself\n[01:08.94] You see a getta or a nigga just lookin' for help\n[01:12.10] And every night I'm in the studio killing myself\n[01:14.32] A lot of niggas hate me now cause I'm feeling myself\n[01:17.33] Fuck em' though\n[01:19.29] They screaming be humble, boy be humble\n[01:21.77] But ain't nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble\n[01:24.55] Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams crumble\n[01:27.39] Now I'm out here buzzing you can here the bee's bumble\n[01:30.23] Seen some things that can't be told\n[01:35.47] I was told these roads was pure as gold\n[01:41.56] I never told I never sold my soul\n[01:52.55] I just went at every thing I dove\n[01:53.03] Nobody's going back to da bottom\n[01:58.35] Nobody's going to da bottom\n[02:04.64] I can't be every nigga role model\n[02:10.91] I can't go back to the bottom\n[02:15.06] Niggas getting high, just to take the pain away\n[02:18.77] When I'm just getting by couple million for a rainy day\n[02:21.01] Off season but I practice like I got a game today\n[02:23.69] And everybody ain't gon' make it out it's a shame to say\n[02:27.15] Feeling like Mike before the fade away\n[02:29.91] I'm like should I take the shot? 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or let it fade away?\n[02:32.83] And all this love I'm getting ain't gon' take the hate away\n[02:35.42] But these haters motivate me in a crazy way\n[02:38.77] Ain't no I in team - from what I done seen\n[02:40.79] It's every man for himself well, until I intervene\n[02:43.59] I put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood\n[02:47.19] When dream shatters they sell love like cocaine\n[02:50.12] Or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain\n[02:52.73] I'm blowing up I did my own thing\n[02:56.18] They want my soul and my body for a little chain\n[02:59.05] I'm dancing with the Illuminati call it Soul Train\n[03:01.04] Nigga\n[03:45.90] Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today\n[03:49.19] The devil 'round the corner and the reaper a block away\n[03:51.42] It's body after body very few of us find a way\n[03:54.28] You gotta watch for the hook like you sticking Dr. J\n[03:57.05] My defensive is like three fences and a brick wall\n[03:59.52] I get soft every time we go against ya'll\n[04:03.11] I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul\n[04:06.02] You get crossed like AI did Mike for this ball\n[04:08.69] For this rock you get shot, picked off\n[04:11.77] Cause in this game we shooting metal like it's pin ball\n[04:14.35] I put this Mac to your face like lip gloss\n[04:17.24] And do you right and put you on ice like Lindros\n[04:20.91] Nigga\n[04:44.25] I started with a dollar and a dream\n[04:46.81] And I'm willing to go and get it by any means\n[04:51.68] I can't be every nigga role model\n[04:56.96] Why nobody my role model\n[05:01.08] I got my own son to raise\n[05:03.84] And my life is very precious\n[05:06.88] And my son expect me to walk through that door every night\n[05:10.82] So any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it\n[05:14.35] All my niggas out to get it\n[05:17.46] And we ain't never going back to the bottom\n[05:21.11] None of my niggas\n[05:23.75] I hear everybody talking\n[05:28.55] He spending too much money be humble\n[05:29.73] Man fuck all that\n[05:31.78] Who was talking when I was dead broke starving huh?\n[05:36.24] Ay Gutta, what these niggas talking huh?\n[05:39.59] It's D.C. double M, G\n[05:45.22] We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas\n[05:49.34] You heard me?\n[05:52.38] Meek Milly, real nigga for life!\n[06:02.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: From da Bottom\n  artist: Meek Mill feat. 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