[{"id":10150342,"name":"Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)","trackName":"Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\nYou ready? Uh, uh\n\nI used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\nSo I had to grind like that to shine like this\nIn a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\nIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\nSeen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\nIt was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\nIf you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\nGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\nLike a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\nI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\nOf what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\nThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\nI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\nNo crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\nAll foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\nAnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\nI did it without a album\nI did shit with Mariah\nLil' nigga, I'm on fire\nIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\nWhen I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\nThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\nHater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\nPhantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\nYou ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\nGangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\nI don't say a word, I don't say a word\nWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\nHold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\nWhen I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\nFlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\nDouble M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\nI'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\nThat Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\nI'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\nThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\nYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\nAll I know is murder, when it come to me\nI got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\nI done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\nEvery time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\nBut now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\nThey let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\nWe young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\nThis two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\nI'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\nIf you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\nIf you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\nWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\nCatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\nWith that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\nBoy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\nAnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\nAnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\nAnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\nI'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\nThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\nAnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\nStill on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\nThey gon' remember me, I say remember me\nSo much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\nAnd when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\nWith them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\nHold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\nAnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\nIt was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\nHad me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\nI'm gone\n\nWoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n[00:02.09] You ready? Uh, uh\n[00:02.99] I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n[00:03.99] So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n[00:08.42] In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n[00:09.73] In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n[00:10.48] Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n[00:11.15] It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n[00:11.74] If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n[00:12.20] Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n[00:12.79] Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n[00:13.32] I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n[00:13.98] Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n[00:16.25] They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n[00:16.83] I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n[00:17.41] No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n[00:18.12] All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n[00:18.59] Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n[00:19.07] I did it without a album\n[00:19.45] I did shit with Mariah\n[00:19.94] Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n[00:20.32] Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n[00:20.75] When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n[00:21.10] Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n[00:21.58] Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n[00:21.96] Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n[00:22.48] You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n[00:22.84] Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n[00:23.28] I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n[00:23.72] Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n[00:24.25] Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n[00:24.86] When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n[00:25.31] Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n[00:25.85] Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n[00:26.35] I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n[00:26.83] That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n[00:27.58] I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n[00:28.14] 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n[00:28.69] 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n[00:29.12] These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n[00:29.64] You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n[00:30.58] 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n[00:31.35] All I know is murder, when it come to me\n[00:31.83] I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n[00:32.23] I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n[00:32.88] Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n[00:33.26] But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n[00:34.25] They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n[00:37.07] We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n[00:37.42] This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n[00:40.41] I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n[00:40.81] If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n[00:42.54] If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n[00:43.06] When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n[00:48.82] Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n[00:49.52] With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n[00:51.03] Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n[00:51.61] And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n[00:52.27] And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n[00:52.82] And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n[00:54.23] I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n[00:54.83] The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n[00:55.38] And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n[00:56.05] Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n[00:56.59] They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n[00:57.84] So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n[00:58.39] And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n[00:58.87] With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n[00:59.58] Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n[01:00.08] And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n[01:00.60] It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n[01:01.13] Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n[01:01.67] I'm gone\n[01:02.26] Woo\n[01:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)\n artist: Meek Mill\n album: Meek Mill\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n start_ms: 870\n end_ms: 2090\n- text: You ready? 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Uh, uh\n\n I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\n Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\n I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\n I did it without a album\n I did shit with Mariah\n Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\n You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\n Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\n All I know is murder, when it come to me\n I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\n But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\n If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\n Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\n They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n I'm gone\n\n Woo\n"},{"id":14806116,"name":"Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)","trackName":"Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\nYou ready? Uh, uh\n\nI used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\nSo I had to grind like that to shine like this\nIn a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\nIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\nSeen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\nIt was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\nIf you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\nGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\nLike a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\nI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\nOf what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\nThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\nI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\nNo crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\nAll foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\nAnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\nI did it without a album\nI did shit with Mariah\nLil' nigga, I'm on fire\nIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\nWhen I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\nThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\nHater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\nPhantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\nYou ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\nGangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\nI don't say a word, I don't say a word\nWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\nHold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\nWhen I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\nFlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\nDouble M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\nI'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\nThat Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\nI'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\nThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\nYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\nAll I know is murder, when it come to me\nI got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\nI done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\nEvery time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\nBut now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\nThey let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\nWe young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\nThis two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\nI'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\nIf you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\nIf you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\nWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\nCatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\nWith that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\nBoy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\nAnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\nAnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\nAnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\nI'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\nThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\nAnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\nStill on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\nThey gon' remember me, I say remember me\nSo much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\nAnd when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\nWith them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\nHold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\nAnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\nIt was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\nHad me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\nI'm gone\n\nWoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.70] Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n[00:05.89] You ready? Uh, uh\n[00:08.04] \n[00:11.24] I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n[00:15.49] So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n[00:18.23] In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n[00:20.98] In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n[00:23.91] Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n[00:26.97] It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n[00:29.95] If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n[00:32.96] Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n[00:35.53] Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n[00:37.76] \n[00:39.85] I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n[00:42.24] Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n[00:45.23] They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n[00:47.55] I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n[00:50.90] No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n[00:53.91] All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n[00:56.91] Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n[01:00.93] I did it without a album\n[01:04.03] I did shit with Mariah\n[01:06.99] Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n[01:09.79] Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n[01:12.68] When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n[01:15.56] Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n[01:18.21] Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n[01:21.53] Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n[01:24.24] You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n[01:27.56] Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n[01:30.70] I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n[01:33.29] Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n[01:36.11] Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n[01:39.39] When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n[01:42.56] Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n[01:45.24] Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n[01:47.99] I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n[01:51.40] That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n[01:54.24] I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n[01:57.00] 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n[02:00.17] 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n[02:03.20] These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n[02:06.48] You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n[02:09.49] 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n[02:12.55] All I know is murder, when it come to me\n[02:15.20] I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n[02:18.21] I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n[02:20.44] \n[02:22.59] Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n[02:24.31] But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n[02:27.32] They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n[02:30.21] We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n[02:33.24] This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n[02:36.65] I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n[02:39.30] If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n[02:42.02] If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n[02:45.52] When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n[02:48.85] Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n[02:50.62] With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n[02:54.46] Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n[02:57.80] And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n[03:00.49] And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n[03:03.55] And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n[03:06.58] I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n[03:09.69] The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n[03:12.65] And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n[03:15.44] Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n[03:18.65] They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n[03:21.14] So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n[03:24.55] And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n[03:27.49] With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n[03:30.44] Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n[03:33.61] And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n[03:36.87] It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n[03:39.72] Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n[03:42.73] I'm gone\n[03:43.94] Woo\n[03:44.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)\n artist: Meek Mill\n album: Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)\n duration_ms: 235000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n start_ms: 2700\n end_ms: 5890\n- text: You ready? 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Uh, uh\n\n I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\n Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\n I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\n I did it without a album\n I did shit with Mariah\n Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\n You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\n Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\n All I know is murder, when it come to me\n I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\n But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\n If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\n Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\n They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n I'm gone\n\n Woo\n"},{"id":10664844,"name":"Meek Mill - Intro (Official Video)","trackName":"Meek Mill - Intro (Official Video)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill Videos","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe in the championship\nWe was down 3-1\nYeah\n(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\nFeel it\nChampions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n(And I've been waiting for\nThis moment for all my life)\nYeah\nTurn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\nBombin' on any of them niggas\nThat want the smoke (Woo)\nNigga, this a big boy Phantom\nThis ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\nHad to take the way from them\nNiggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\nThey ain't have no sympathy for\nMe when I was broke\nAmen, amen\nLord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\nFor all my sins (All my sins)\nTook so many riches just to\nGet a Benz (Get a Benz)\nPray for my niggas (All my niggas)\nAll my friends (Yeah)\nIn the trenches, warring with killas\nWe been getting it in\n32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\nNiggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\nBad bitch fuck me in my\nGucci tube socks (Yeah)\n'Member when I spit my\nRe-up on a oowop, woah\nYour favorite rapper a mumble rapper\nWalk up in this bitch, a bunch of\nKillers and humble trappers\nI can go to Hollywood\nTo court in this jungle action\nWith niggas that'll smoke you\nGo and murder your brother after\nWhoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\nStreets said they need that dope\nThey having withdrawals\nI put on my yellow diamonds\nWhen I'm pissed off\nI'm so rich that I can't even\nFuck a bitch raw, whoa\nDo you know the feeling? (Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] Yeah\n[00:05.02] We in the championship\n[00:07.46] We was down 3-1\n[00:09.35] Yeah\n[00:12.16] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.82] Feel it\n[00:17.56] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:19.63] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:24.02] This moment for all my life)\n[00:26.84] Yeah\n[00:27.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.90] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:32.72] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:34.12] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:35.63] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:36.79] Had to take the way from them\n[00:37.98] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:39.17] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:40.35] Me when I was broke\n[00:41.30] Amen, amen\n[00:42.13] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:44.04] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:45.26] Took so many riches just to\n[00:46.79] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:47.78] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:49.00] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:50.29] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:51.56] We been getting it in\n[00:52.34] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:55.09] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:57.39] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:59.13] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[01:00.10] 'Member when I spit my\n[01:01.06] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:02.09] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:04.58] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:06.19] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:07.24] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:08.30] To court in this jungle action\n[01:09.61] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:10.90] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:11.92] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:14.53] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:16.41] They having withdrawals\n[01:17.43] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:18.85] When I'm pissed off\n[01:19.90] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:21.42] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:22.92] Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n[01:25.25] Being irritated 'cause you\n[01:26.62] Gotta count a million\n[01:27.46] All this fucking money\n[01:28.50] I ain't got no time for chilling\n[01:29.69] We too rich to look like this to\n[01:31.15] All that killing and drug dealing\n[01:32.38] You my nigga, I fuck with you\n[01:33.59] We gon' thug it out\n[01:34.65] Say it's beef? 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(Do you?)\n Being irritated 'cause you\n Gotta count a million\n All this fucking money\n I ain't got no time for chilling\n We too rich to look like this to\n All that killing and drug dealing\n You my nigga, I fuck with you\n We gon' thug it out\n Say it's beef? 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Uh, uh\n\nI used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\nSo I had to grind like that to shine like this\nIn a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\nIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\nSeen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\nIt was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\nIf you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\nGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\nLike a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\nI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\nOf what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\nThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\nI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\nNo crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\nAll foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\nAnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\nI did it without a album\nI did shit with Mariah\nLil' nigga, I'm on fire\nIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\nWhen I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\nThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\nHater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\nPhantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\nYou ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\nGangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\nI don't say a word, I don't say a word\nWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\nHold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\nWhen I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\nFlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\nDouble M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\nI'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\nThat Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\nI'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\nThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\nYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\nAll I know is murder, when it come to me\nI got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\nI done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\nEvery time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\nBut now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\nThey let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\nWe young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\nThis two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\nI'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\nIf you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\nIf you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\nWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\nCatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\nWith that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\nBoy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\nAnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\nAnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\nAnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\nI'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\nThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\nAnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\nStill on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\nThey gon' remember me, I say remember me\nSo much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\nAnd when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\nWith them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\nHold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\nAnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\nIt was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\nHad me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\nI'm gone\n\nWoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.79] Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n[00:05.83] You ready? Uh, uh\n[00:07.98] \n[00:11.28] I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n[00:15.48] So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n[00:18.26] In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n[00:20.93] In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n[00:23.93] Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n[00:26.95] It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n[00:29.97] If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n[00:32.95] Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n[00:35.60] Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n[00:37.83] \n[00:39.88] I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n[00:42.24] Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n[00:45.27] They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n[00:47.51] I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n[00:50.97] No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n[00:53.99] All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n[00:56.91] Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n[01:00.98] I did it without a album\n[01:04.00] I did shit with Mariah\n[01:06.95] Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n[01:09.75] Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n[01:12.66] When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n[01:15.58] Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n[01:18.28] Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n[01:21.54] Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n[01:24.27] You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n[01:27.57] Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n[01:30.69] I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n[01:33.24] Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n[01:36.14] Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n[01:39.39] When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n[01:42.56] Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n[01:45.22] Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n[01:47.97] I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n[01:51.33] That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n[01:54.27] I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n[01:57.00] 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n[02:00.18] 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n[02:03.14] These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n[02:06.47] You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n[02:09.46] 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n[02:12.52] All I know is murder, when it come to me\n[02:15.29] I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n[02:18.23] I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n[02:20.46] \n[02:22.52] Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n[02:24.37] But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n[02:27.32] They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n[02:30.24] We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n[02:33.25] This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n[02:36.63] I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n[02:39.39] If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n[02:42.09] If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n[02:45.59] When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n[02:48.86] Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n[02:50.66] With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n[02:54.43] Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n[02:57.84] And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n[03:00.44] And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n[03:03.52] And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n[03:06.57] I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n[03:09.69] The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n[03:12.60] And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n[03:15.44] Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n[03:18.61] They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n[03:21.17] So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n[03:24.57] And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n[03:27.48] With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n[03:30.47] Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n[03:33.63] And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n[03:36.80] It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n[03:39.73] Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n[03:42.71] I'm gone\n[03:43.92] Woo\n[03:44.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Meek Mill -Dreams And Nightmares (Intro)\n artist: Meek Mill\n album: Meek Mill Videos\n duration_ms: 235000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n start_ms: 2790\n end_ms: 5830\n- text: You ready? 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Real nigga, what up?\"\n start_ms: 156630\n end_ms: 159390\n- text: If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n start_ms: 159390\n end_ms: 162090\n- text: If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n start_ms: 162090\n end_ms: 165590\n- text: When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n start_ms: 165590\n end_ms: 168860\n- text: Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n start_ms: 168860\n end_ms: 170660\n- text: With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n start_ms: 170660\n end_ms: 174430\n- text: Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n start_ms: 174430\n end_ms: 177840\n- text: And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n start_ms: 177840\n end_ms: 180440\n- text: And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n start_ms: 180440\n end_ms: 183520\n- text: And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n start_ms: 183520\n end_ms: 186570\n- text: I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n start_ms: 186570\n end_ms: 189690\n- text: The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n start_ms: 189690\n end_ms: 192600\n- text: And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n start_ms: 192600\n end_ms: 195440\n- text: Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n start_ms: 195440\n end_ms: 198610\n- text: They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n start_ms: 198610\n end_ms: 201170\n- text: So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n start_ms: 201170\n end_ms: 204570\n- text: And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n start_ms: 204570\n end_ms: 207480\n- text: With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n start_ms: 207480\n end_ms: 210470\n- text: Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n start_ms: 210470\n end_ms: 213630\n- text: And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n start_ms: 213630\n end_ms: 216800\n- text: It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n start_ms: 216800\n end_ms: 219730\n- text: Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n start_ms: 219730\n end_ms: 222710\n- text: I'm gone\n start_ms: 222710\n end_ms: 223920\n- text: Woo\n start_ms: 223920\n end_ms: 224220\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 224220\nplain: |-\n Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n You ready? Uh, uh\n\n I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\n Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\n I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\n I did it without a album\n I did shit with Mariah\n Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\n You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\n Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\n All I know is murder, when it come to me\n I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\n But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\n If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\n If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\n When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\n Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\n With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\n Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\n And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\n And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\n And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\n I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\n The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\n And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\n Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\n They gon' remember me, I say remember me\n So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\n And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\n With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\n Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\n And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\n It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\n Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\n I'm gone\n\n Woo\n"},{"id":10154554,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill Songs","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe in the championship\nWe was down 3-1\nYeah\n(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\nFeel it\nChampions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n(And I've been waiting for\nThis moment for all my life)\nYeah\nTurn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\nBombin' on any of them niggas\nThat want the smoke (Woo)\nNigga, this a big boy Phantom\nThis ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\nHad to take the way from them\nNiggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\nThey ain't have no sympathy for\nMe when I was broke\nAmen, amen\nLord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\nFor all my sins (All my sins)\nTook so many riches just to\nGet a Benz (Get a Benz)\nPray for my niggas (All my niggas)\nAll my friends (Yeah)\nIn the trenches, warring with killas\nWe been getting it in\n32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\nNiggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\nBad bitch fuck me in my\nGucci tube socks (Yeah)\n'Member when I spit my\nRe-up on a oowop, woah\nYour favorite rapper a mumble rapper\nWalk up in this bitch, a bunch of\nKillers and humble trappers\nI can go to Hollywood\nTo court in this jungle action\nWith niggas that'll smoke you\nGo and murder your brother after\nWhoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\nStreets said they need that dope\nThey having withdrawals\nI put on my yellow diamonds\nWhen I'm pissed off\nI'm so rich that I can't even\nFuck a bitch raw, whoa\nDo you know the feeling? (Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] Yeah\n[00:05.02] We in the championship\n[00:07.46] We was down 3-1\n[00:09.35] Yeah\n[00:12.16] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.82] Feel it\n[00:17.56] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:19.63] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:24.02] This moment for all my life)\n[00:26.84] Yeah\n[00:27.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.90] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:32.72] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:34.12] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:35.63] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:36.79] Had to take the way from them\n[00:37.98] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:39.17] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:40.35] Me when I was broke\n[00:41.30] Amen, amen\n[00:42.13] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:44.04] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:45.26] Took so many riches just to\n[00:46.79] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:47.78] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:49.00] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:50.29] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:51.56] We been getting it in\n[00:52.34] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:55.09] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:57.39] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:59.13] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[01:00.10] 'Member when I spit my\n[01:01.06] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:02.09] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:04.58] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:06.19] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:07.24] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:08.30] To court in this jungle action\n[01:09.61] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:10.90] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:11.92] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:14.53] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:16.41] They having withdrawals\n[01:17.43] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:18.85] When I'm pissed off\n[01:19.90] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:21.42] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:22.92] Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n[01:25.25] Being irritated 'cause you\n[01:26.62] Gotta count a million\n[01:27.46] All this fucking money\n[01:28.50] I ain't got no time for chilling\n[01:29.69] We too rich to look like this to\n[01:31.15] All that killing and drug dealing\n[01:32.38] You my nigga, I fuck with you\n[01:33.59] We gon' thug it out\n[01:34.65] Say it's beef? 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(Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? 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(Do you?)\n[01:23.65]Being irritated 'cause you\n[01:24.86]Gotta count a million\n[01:26.01]All this fucking money\n[01:27.15]I ain't got no time for chilling\n[01:28.35]We too rich to look like this to\n[01:29.83]All that killing and drug dealing\n[01:31.18]You my nigga, I fuck with you\n[01:32.14]We gon' thug it out\n[01:33.39]Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n[01:34.72]Let's slug it out\n[01:36.04]Be back, whoop, we at your door\n[01:37.28]Blood in your fucking house\n[01:38.45]I heard your daddy was a rat\n[01:39.73]So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n[01:41.33]Pouring champagne 'cause\n[01:43.18]All my niggas dead\n[01:44.25]If they ain't in the graveyard\n[01:45.45]Then they in the feds\n[01:46.77]I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n[01:47.92]Put it on my head\n[01:49.01]Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n[01:50.51]Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n[01:51.94]Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n[01:53.46]Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n[01:54.42]I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n[01:55.62]Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n[01:56.83]I be flying jet and chopper\n[01:58.11]Llike that shit was Uber\n[01:59.37]We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n[02:00.82]Hallelujah, whoa\n[02:02.03]Balling like a hot boy\n[02:03.33]Diamonds dancing on me more\n[02:04.98]Than JB Blocboy\n[02:06.15]I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n[02:07.49]Call the shots, 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for\n Me when I was broke\n Amen, amen\n Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n For all my sins (All my sins)\n Took so many riches just to\n Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n All my friends (Yeah)\n In the trenches, warring with killas\n We been getting it in\n 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n Bad bitch fuck me in my\n Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n 'Member when I spit my\n Re-up on a oowop, woah\n Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n Killers and humble trappers\n I can go to Hollywood\n To court in this jungle action\n With niggas that'll smoke you\n Go and murder your brother after\n Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n Streets said they need that dope\n They having withdrawals\n I put on my yellow diamonds\n When I'm pissed off\n I'm so rich that I can't even\n Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n Being irritated 'cause you\n Gotta count a million\n All this fucking money\n I ain't got no time for chilling\n We too rich to look like this to\n All that killing and drug dealing\n You my nigga, I fuck with you\n We gon' thug it out\n Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n Let's slug it out\n Be back, whoop, we at your door\n Blood in your fucking house\n I heard your daddy was a rat\n So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n Pouring champagne 'cause\n All my niggas dead\n If they ain't in the graveyard\n Then they in the feds\n I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n Put it on my head\n Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n I be flying jet and chopper\n Llike that shit was Uber\n We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n Hallelujah, whoa\n Balling like a hot boy\n Diamonds dancing on me more\n Than JB Blocboy\n I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n Ooh, I just cashed out\n How the fuck you turn a\n Bando to a glass house?\n How the fuck you get a two t\n T four and bail out?\n Got your favorite Instagram\n Bitch with her ass out, hey\n Make her touch her toes\n Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n Trappin' at the Waldorf\n We just fuckin' hoes\n And they lovin' that Chanel\n They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n Running through the gutter\n I ain't never bowl (Running)\n You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n How we selling O's (Yeah)\n Plug just called, he got another load\n He know I'ma get them sold\n Leaning off that perc'\n Young nigga still fucking all the\n Baddest bitches on earth\n When I'm off in them trenches\n I'm a hot boy like Turk\n Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n Nigga, we trying to make that\n Money machine break ('Chine break)\n Shoot up out that van like\n It's teammate (Teammate)\n Nigga, we used to trap up out\n That green gate (Gate)\n 80s baby, they cooked crack\n Up in my DNA (Oh)\n Ooh, scary hours\n Walk outside the lear\n They gon' let confetti shower\n You knew what it was when they let me out it\n Living like the plug, nigga\n I ain't selling powder, now way\n Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\n Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please\n"},{"id":16201311,"name":"I'm Leanin (Intro) (Feat. 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Uh, uh\n\nI used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\nSo I had to grind like that to shine like this\nIn a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\nIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\nSeen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\nIt was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\nIf you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\nGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n\nLike a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\nI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\nOf what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\nThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n\nI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\nNo crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\nAll foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\nAnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n\nI did it without a album\nI did shit with Mariah\nLil' nigga, I'm on fire\nIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\nWhen I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\nThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\nHater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\nPhantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n\nYou ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\nGangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\nI don't say a word, I don't say a word\nWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n\nHold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\nWhen I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\nFlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\nDouble M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\nI'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\nThat Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\nI'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n\n'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\nThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\nYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n\nAll I know is murder, when it come to me\nI got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\nI done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\nEvery time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n\nBut now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\nThey let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\nWe young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\nThis two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\nI'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?\"\nIf you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up\n\nIf you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up\nWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good\nCatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood\nWith that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could\n\nBoy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock\nAnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch\nAnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots\nAnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped\nI'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock\nThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot\nAnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me\nStill on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E\n\nThey gon' remember me, I say remember me\nSo much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies\nAnd when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories\nWith them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key\nHold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch\nAnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?\nIt was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist\nHad me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick\nI'm gone\n\nWoo","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.01] Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?\n[00:05.30] You ready? Uh, uh\n[00:07.45] \n[00:12.06] I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this\n[00:14.93] So I had to grind like that to shine like this\n[00:17.96] In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit\n[00:20.92] In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists\n[00:24.15] Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true\n[00:27.05] It was time to marry the game and I said, \"Yeah, I do.\"\n[00:30.18] If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view\n[00:33.07] Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo\n[00:36.06] Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze\n[00:39.27] I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between\n[00:42.36] Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted\n[00:45.42] They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed\n[00:48.31] I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist\n[00:51.45] No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages\n[00:54.24] All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'\n[00:57.38] Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em\n[00:59.64] \n[01:01.75] I did it without a album\n[01:05.29] I did shit with Mariah\n[01:07.82] Lil' nigga, I'm on fire\n[01:09.89] Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer\n[01:12.74] When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased\n[01:15.48] Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace\n[01:18.45] Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot\n[01:21.63] Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot\n[01:24.87] You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?\n[01:27.57] Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot\n[01:30.65] I don't say a word, I don't say a word\n[01:33.36] Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga\n[01:36.46] Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?\n[01:39.45] When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?\n[01:42.46] Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach\n[01:45.42] Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant\n[01:48.49] I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke\n[01:51.43] That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost\n[01:54.45] I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast\n[01:57.34] 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home\n[02:00.48] 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk\n[02:03.43] These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed\n[02:06.42] You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked\n[02:09.44] 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no\n[02:12.60] All I know is murder, when it come to me\n[02:15.48] I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's\n[02:18.57] I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's\n[02:21.52] Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's\n[02:24.53] But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins\n[02:27.62] They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'\n[02:30.61] We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'\n[02:33.70] This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'\n[02:36.61] I'm like, \"Real nigga, what up? 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lease on my on my jeans\n Never go far with no bitch with no condoms\n Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up)\n Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes\n Let's go down in Ibiza town\n We get cold, you don't need no coat\n Motherfucker, I'm leanin'\n Don't talk to me, couple street niggas\n Think twice before crossing me\n Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long\n Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me\n I'm leanin', for a minute you had me\n Then the second I caught it when it passed me\n Oh no (straight up)\n Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup\n Motherfucker, motherfucker...\n\n Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin'\n Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'\n Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches\n Looking like Nia Long I mean it\n Nigga I'm leanin', leanin'\n Young rich nigga, I'm leanin'\n Sippin' on promethazine that nigga\n My team got money all season\n Nigga I'm leanin'\n\n Yeah, straight levels to this life nigga\n [?] or nothin'\n See we started trap before we was rap\n And then we was, trappin' at rap\n Shining on these hoes, high life\n This what we live now\n Blowin' out the pop\n Italian on the floor nigga\n You understand me\n Stepping onto a mil nigga\n (They say money rule the world\n You can't pay God with it)\n Step your game up nigga\n Or lose your bitch nigga\n It's just that simple\n\n Yeah, we dreamchasers\n We out there gettin' this money\n So you can't fuck with everybody\n Cause everybody ain't at you motherfucking level\n So the motherfuckers that don't understand you\n They wind up motherfucking hating you\n So you know what you gotta do\n You gotta hate those motherfuckers too\n Fuck them niggas\n Fuck they motherfucking mommas\n They daddies, they aunts, they uncles\n And they little tee tees, too\n Ayo, suck a dick\n Meek Mill, let's get it\n"},{"id":3606222,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Flamers 2","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe in the championship\nWe was down 3-1\nYeah\n(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\nFeel it\nChampions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n(And I've been waiting for\nThis moment for all my life)\nYeah\nTurn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\nBombin' on any of them niggas\nThat want the smoke (Woo)\nNigga, this a big boy Phantom\nThis ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\nHad to take the way from them\nNiggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\nThey ain't have no sympathy for\nMe when I was broke\nAmen, amen\nLord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\nFor all my sins (All my sins)\nTook so many riches just to\nGet a Benz (Get a Benz)\nPray for my niggas (All my niggas)\nAll my friends (Yeah)\nIn the trenches, warring with killas\nWe been getting it in\n32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\nNiggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\nBad bitch fuck me in my\nGucci tube socks (Yeah)\n'Member when I spit my\nRe-up on a oowop, woah\nYour favorite rapper a mumble rapper\nWalk up in this bitch, a bunch of\nKillers and humble trappers\nI can go to Hollywood\nTo court in this jungle action\nWith niggas that'll smoke you\nGo and murder your brother after\nWhoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\nStreets said they need that dope\nThey having withdrawals\nI put on my yellow diamonds\nWhen I'm pissed off\nI'm so rich that I can't even\nFuck a bitch raw, whoa\nDo you know the feeling? (Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah\n[00:03.15] We in the championship\n[00:05.39] We was down 3-1\n[00:07.73] Yeah\n[00:10.77] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.26] Feel it\n[00:16.35] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:18.53] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:22.75] This moment for all my life)\n[00:25.74] Yeah\n[00:26.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.36] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:31.67] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:32.71] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:34.18] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:35.25] Had to take the way from them\n[00:36.51] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:37.64] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:39.01] Me when I was broke\n[00:40.17] Amen, amen\n[00:41.19] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:42.59] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:43.79] Took so many riches just to\n[00:45.02] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:46.23] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:47.48] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:48.75] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:50.14] We been getting it in\n[00:51.10] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:53.49] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:55.82] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:57.48] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[00:58.55] 'Member when I spit my\n[00:59.82] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:01.21] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:03.12] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:04.89] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:05.97] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:07.15] To court in this jungle action\n[01:08.34] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:09.51] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:10.95] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:13.30] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:15.18] They having withdrawals\n[01:16.26] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:17.78] When I'm pissed off\n[01:18.84] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:20.09] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:21.62] Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n[01:23.65] Being irritated 'cause you\n[01:24.86] Gotta count a million\n[01:26.01] All this fucking money\n[01:27.15] I ain't got no time for chilling\n[01:28.35] We too rich to look like this to\n[01:29.83] All that killing and drug dealing\n[01:31.18] You my nigga, I fuck with you\n[01:32.14] We gon' thug it out\n[01:33.39] Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n[01:34.72] Let's slug it out\n[01:36.04] Be back, whoop, we at your door\n[01:37.28] Blood in your fucking house\n[01:38.45] I heard your daddy was a rat\n[01:39.73] So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n[01:41.33] Pouring champagne 'cause\n[01:43.18] All my niggas dead\n[01:44.25] If they ain't in the graveyard\n[01:45.45] Then they in the feds\n[01:46.77] I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n[01:47.92] Put it on my head\n[01:49.01] Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n[01:50.51] Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n[01:51.94] Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n[01:53.46] Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n[01:54.42] I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n[01:55.62] Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n[01:56.83] I be flying jet and chopper\n[01:58.11] Llike that shit was Uber\n[01:59.37] We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n[02:00.82] Hallelujah, whoa\n[02:02.03] Balling like a hot boy\n[02:03.33] Diamonds dancing on me more\n[02:04.98] Than JB Blocboy\n[02:06.15] I'm a boss, I'm the one 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for\n Me when I was broke\n Amen, amen\n Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n For all my sins (All my sins)\n Took so many riches just to\n Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n All my friends (Yeah)\n In the trenches, warring with killas\n We been getting it in\n 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n Bad bitch fuck me in my\n Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n 'Member when I spit my\n Re-up on a oowop, woah\n Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n Killers and humble trappers\n I can go to Hollywood\n To court in this jungle action\n With niggas that'll smoke you\n Go and murder your brother after\n Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n Streets said they need that dope\n They having withdrawals\n I put on my yellow diamonds\n When I'm pissed off\n I'm so rich that I can't even\n Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n Being irritated 'cause you\n Gotta count a million\n All this fucking money\n I ain't got no time for chilling\n We too rich to look like this to\n All that killing and drug dealing\n You my nigga, I fuck with you\n We gon' thug it out\n Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n Let's slug it out\n Be back, whoop, we at your door\n Blood in your fucking house\n I heard your daddy was a rat\n So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n Pouring champagne 'cause\n All my niggas dead\n If they ain't in the graveyard\n Then they in the feds\n I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n Put it on my head\n Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n I be flying jet and chopper\n Llike that shit was Uber\n We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n Hallelujah, whoa\n Balling like a hot boy\n Diamonds dancing on me more\n Than JB Blocboy\n I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n Ooh, I just cashed out\n How the fuck you turn a\n Bando to a glass house?\n How the fuck you get a two t\n T four and bail out?\n Got your favorite Instagram\n Bitch with her ass out, hey\n Make her touch her toes\n Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n Trappin' at the Waldorf\n We just fuckin' hoes\n And they lovin' that Chanel\n They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n Running through the gutter\n I ain't never bowl (Running)\n You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n How we selling O's (Yeah)\n Plug just called, he got another load\n He know I'ma get them sold\n Leaning off that perc'\n Young nigga still fucking all the\n Baddest bitches on earth\n When I'm off in them trenches\n I'm a hot boy like Turk\n Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n Nigga, we trying to make that\n Money machine break ('Chine break)\n Shoot up out that van like\n It's teammate (Teammate)\n Nigga, we used to trap up out\n That green gate (Gate)\n 80s baby, they cooked crack\n Up in my DNA (Oh)\n Ooh, scary hours\n Walk outside the lear\n They gon' let confetti shower\n You knew what it was when they let me out it\n Living like the plug, nigga\n I ain't selling powder, now way\n Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\n Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please\n"},{"id":33076059,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Flamers 2: Hottest In Tha City","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe in the championship\nWe was down 3-1\nYeah\n(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\nFeel it\nChampions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n(And I've been waiting for\nThis moment for all my life)\nYeah\nTurn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\nBombin' on any of them niggas\nThat want the smoke (Woo)\nNigga, this a big boy Phantom\nThis ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\nHad to take the way from them\nNiggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\nThey ain't have no sympathy for\nMe when I was broke\nAmen, amen\nLord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\nFor all my sins (All my sins)\nTook so many riches just to\nGet a Benz (Get a Benz)\nPray for my niggas (All my niggas)\nAll my friends (Yeah)\nIn the trenches, warring with killas\nWe been getting it in\n32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\nNiggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\nBad bitch fuck me in my\nGucci tube socks (Yeah)\n'Member when I spit my\nRe-up on a oowop, woah\nYour favorite rapper a mumble rapper\nWalk up in this bitch, a bunch of\nKillers and humble trappers\nI can go to Hollywood\nTo court in this jungle action\nWith niggas that'll smoke you\nGo and murder your brother after\nWhoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\nStreets said they need that dope\nThey having withdrawals\nI put on my yellow diamonds\nWhen I'm pissed off\nI'm so rich that I can't even\nFuck a bitch raw, whoa\nDo you know the feeling? (Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah\n[00:03.15] We in the championship\n[00:05.39] We was down 3-1\n[00:07.73] Yeah\n[00:10.77] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.26] Feel it\n[00:16.35] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:18.53] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:22.75] This moment for all my life)\n[00:25.74] Yeah\n[00:26.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.36] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:31.67] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:32.71] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:34.18] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:35.25] Had to take the way from them\n[00:36.51] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:37.64] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:39.01] Me when I was broke\n[00:40.17] Amen, amen\n[00:41.19] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:42.59] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:43.79] Took so many riches just to\n[00:45.02] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:46.23] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:47.48] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:48.75] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:50.14] We been getting it in\n[00:51.10] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:53.49] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:55.82] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:57.48] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[00:58.55] 'Member when I spit my\n[00:59.82] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:01.21] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:03.12] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:04.89] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:05.97] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:07.15] To court in this jungle action\n[01:08.34] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:09.51] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:10.95] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:13.30] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:15.18] They having withdrawals\n[01:16.26] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:17.78] When I'm pissed off\n[01:18.84] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:20.09] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:21.62] Do you know the feeling? 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for\n Me when I was broke\n Amen, amen\n Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n For all my sins (All my sins)\n Took so many riches just to\n Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n All my friends (Yeah)\n In the trenches, warring with killas\n We been getting it in\n 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n Bad bitch fuck me in my\n Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n 'Member when I spit my\n Re-up on a oowop, woah\n Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n Killers and humble trappers\n I can go to Hollywood\n To court in this jungle action\n With niggas that'll smoke you\n Go and murder your brother after\n Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n Streets said they need that dope\n They having withdrawals\n I put on my yellow diamonds\n When I'm pissed off\n I'm so rich that I can't even\n Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n Being irritated 'cause you\n Gotta count a million\n All this fucking money\n I ain't got no time for chilling\n We too rich to look like this to\n All that killing and drug dealing\n You my nigga, I fuck with you\n We gon' thug it out\n Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n Let's slug it out\n Be back, whoop, we at your door\n Blood in your fucking house\n I heard your daddy was a rat\n So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n Pouring champagne 'cause\n All my niggas dead\n If they ain't in the graveyard\n Then they in the feds\n I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n Put it on my head\n Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n I be flying jet and chopper\n Llike that shit was Uber\n We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n Hallelujah, whoa\n Balling like a hot boy\n Diamonds dancing on me more\n Than JB Blocboy\n I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n Ooh, I just cashed out\n How the fuck you turn a\n Bando to a glass house?\n How the fuck you get a two t\n T four and bail out?\n Got your favorite Instagram\n Bitch with her ass out, hey\n Make her touch her toes\n Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n Trappin' at the Waldorf\n We just fuckin' hoes\n And they lovin' that Chanel\n They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n Running through the gutter\n I ain't never bowl (Running)\n You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n How we selling O's (Yeah)\n Plug just called, he got another load\n He know I'ma get them sold\n Leaning off that perc'\n Young nigga still fucking all the\n Baddest bitches on earth\n When I'm off in them trenches\n I'm a hot boy like Turk\n Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n Nigga, we trying to make that\n Money machine break ('Chine break)\n Shoot up out that van like\n It's teammate (Teammate)\n Nigga, we used to trap up out\n That green gate (Gate)\n 80s baby, they cooked crack\n Up in my DNA (Oh)\n Ooh, scary hours\n Walk outside the lear\n They gon' let confetti shower\n You knew what it was when they let me out it\n Living like the plug, nigga\n I ain't selling powder, now way\n Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\n Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please\n"},{"id":18711831,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 2","duration":123.293333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe in the championship\nWe was down 3-1\nYeah\n(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\nFeel it\nChampions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n(And I've been waiting for\nThis moment for all my life)\nYeah\nTurn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\nBombin' on any of them niggas\nThat want the smoke (Woo)\nNigga, this a big boy Phantom\nThis ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\nHad to take the way from them\nNiggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\nThey ain't have no sympathy for\nMe when I was broke\nAmen, amen\nLord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\nFor all my sins (All my sins)\nTook so many riches just to\nGet a Benz (Get a Benz)\nPray for my niggas (All my niggas)\nAll my friends (Yeah)\nIn the trenches, warring with killas\nWe been getting it in\n32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\nNiggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\nBad bitch fuck me in my\nGucci tube socks (Yeah)\n'Member when I spit my\nRe-up on a oowop, woah\nYour favorite rapper a mumble rapper\nWalk up in this bitch, a bunch of\nKillers and humble trappers\nI can go to Hollywood\nTo court in this jungle action\nWith niggas that'll smoke you\nGo and murder your brother after\nWhoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\nStreets said they need that dope\nThey having withdrawals\nI put on my yellow diamonds\nWhen I'm pissed off\nI'm so rich that I can't even\nFuck a bitch raw, whoa\nDo you know the feeling? (Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah\n[00:03.15] We in the championship\n[00:05.39] We was down 3-1\n[00:07.73] Yeah\n[00:10.77] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.26] Feel it\n[00:16.35] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:18.53] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:22.75] This moment for all my life)\n[00:25.74] Yeah\n[00:26.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.36] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:31.67] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:32.71] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:34.18] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:35.25] Had to take the way from them\n[00:36.51] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:37.64] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:39.01] Me when I was broke\n[00:40.17] Amen, amen\n[00:41.19] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:42.59] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:43.79] Took so many riches just to\n[00:45.02] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:46.23] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:47.48] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:48.75] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:50.14] We been getting it in\n[00:51.10] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:53.49] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:55.82] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:57.48] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[00:58.55] 'Member when I spit my\n[00:59.82] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:01.21] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:03.12] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:04.89] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:05.97] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:07.15] To court in this jungle action\n[01:08.34] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:09.51] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:10.95] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:13.30] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:15.18] They having withdrawals\n[01:16.26] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:17.78] When I'm pissed off\n[01:18.84] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:20.09] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:21.62] Do you know the feeling? 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Living like the plug, nigga\n start_ms: 193560\n end_ms: 194990\n- text: I ain't selling powder, now way\n start_ms: 194990\n end_ms: 196370\n- text: Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n start_ms: 196370\n end_ms: 198750\n- text: Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n start_ms: 198750\n end_ms: 200980\n- text: Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\n start_ms: 200980\n end_ms: 203040\n- text: Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please\n start_ms: 203040\n end_ms: 205210\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 205210\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n We in the championship\n We was down 3-1\n Yeah\n (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n Feel it\n Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n (And I've been waiting for\n This moment for all my life)\n Yeah\n Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n\n Bombin' on any of them niggas\n That want the smoke (Woo)\n Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n Had to take the way from them\n Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n They ain't have no sympathy for\n Me when I was broke\n Amen, amen\n Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n For all my sins (All my sins)\n Took so many riches just to\n Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n All my friends (Yeah)\n In the trenches, warring with killas\n We been getting it in\n 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n Bad bitch fuck me in my\n Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n 'Member when I spit my\n Re-up on a oowop, woah\n Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n Killers and humble trappers\n I can go to Hollywood\n To court in this jungle action\n With niggas that'll smoke you\n Go and murder your brother after\n Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n Streets said they need that dope\n They having withdrawals\n I put on my yellow diamonds\n When I'm pissed off\n I'm so rich that I can't even\n Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n Being irritated 'cause you\n Gotta count a million\n All this fucking money\n I ain't got no time for chilling\n We too rich to look like this to\n All that killing and drug dealing\n You my nigga, I fuck with you\n We gon' thug it out\n Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n Let's slug it out\n Be back, whoop, we at your door\n Blood in your fucking house\n I heard your daddy was a rat\n So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n Pouring champagne 'cause\n All my niggas dead\n If they ain't in the graveyard\n Then they in the feds\n I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n Put it on my head\n Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n I be flying jet and chopper\n Llike that shit was Uber\n We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n Hallelujah, whoa\n Balling like a hot boy\n Diamonds dancing on me more\n Than JB Blocboy\n I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n Ooh, I just cashed out\n How the fuck you turn a\n Bando to a glass house?\n How the fuck you get a two t\n T four and bail out?\n Got your favorite Instagram\n Bitch with her ass out, hey\n Make her touch her toes\n Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n Trappin' at the Waldorf\n We just fuckin' hoes\n And they lovin' that Chanel\n They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n Running through the gutter\n I ain't never bowl (Running)\n You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n How we selling O's (Yeah)\n Plug just called, he got another load\n He know I'ma get them sold\n Leaning off that perc'\n Young nigga still fucking all the\n Baddest bitches on earth\n When I'm off in them trenches\n I'm a hot boy like Turk\n Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n Nigga, we trying to make that\n Money machine break ('Chine break)\n Shoot up out that van like\n It's teammate (Teammate)\n Nigga, we used to trap up out\n That green gate (Gate)\n 80s baby, they cooked crack\n Up in my DNA (Oh)\n Ooh, scary hours\n Walk outside the lear\n They gon' let confetti shower\n You knew what it was when they let me out it\n Living like the plug, nigga\n I ain't selling powder, now way\n Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\n Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please\n"}]