[{"id":39640793,"name":"Kendrick You Next","trackName":"Kendrick You Next","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Drake vs. Meek Mill: Face Off","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So, okay, you want to see some macho\nShit? I'm the most macho\nNigga out here i'm the most\nI thought you niggas knew, i'm\nThe most thuggish nigga out here i\nHave no mothafuckin' fear... I\nHave no fear, I have only\nAmbition, and I want mine\nAnd I will do anything to\nProtect and feed my family\nTake money! Yeah! Take money! Haha\nUnh!\nFirst off, fucked your bitch, nigga\nGet a blood test\nYou a upset, nigga, where the love at?\nWhen we talking 'bout Philly\nKnow I fucking run that\nSame place I've been up corners\nYou can never come back\nYou fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul\nNigga i cross niggas, when you hate\nIt 'cause you lost, nigga\nYou soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss\nNigga you dissin' to get you on\nThat'll get you off nigga broad nigga\nAnd you was screamin' \"come to my hotel\"\nNigga, we was slingin work out the motel!\nNo scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well\nI caught your chick\nI pulled that bitch like she a coat tail\nLet's keep it trilla\nYou ain't never make a dope sale\nYou ain't never played that corner\nMake a coke sale on a late night\nSwimmin with the great whites\nYou was rockin' durags, big tees, fake Mikes\nBoy you had a wild week\nShoppin' on Canal Street\nSame place you bought your fake\nChain and your time-piece\nHow we gon' believe you? Nigga\nI should lead you!\nTalkin' \"PC\" that was never Beanie Sigel!\nThat was never ME\nWhy you lying to the people?\nI was locked down, still doing shit illegal\nRunning around in jail like\n\"I ain't give a hell\" when\nYou was on PC, locking it with males\nAnd I ain't got time for this shit\nLet me get another one\n23 and 1 never get to see the sun\nHad to get a glass visit just\nSo you could see your son\nTook a deal on your homie\n'cause you couldn't beat the gun\nThey was tryna give you life, man\nYou know that wasn't right\nThen you left him in the hood, on his head\nHe had a price you ain't even give a call\nOther niggas shot him twice\nNiggas trynna get a buzz off\nMy name for some likes\nDead rapper, I'm at you\nI'mma give you one tonight\nCa-ssidy! Boy, you so trash to me\nDo the math I dissed you\nThat's subtract to me you ain't poppin\nWhat the fuck could you add to me?\nYou just another dead body, another casualty\nI'm in the streets\nSo I do this beat casually\nAnd I ain't even write this shit\nWhy you mad at me?\nCause you nursery rhyming\nFlow perfectly timing\nAnd I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston\nOne Swizzy's designing now beat it\nI know you're heated but I know you need it\nI got that Justin Bieber please believe it\nNigga I know you see it\nThey play piano at your viewing\nLet Alicia key it\nI asked Swizzy \"could she do\nIt?\" he said \"nigga, beat it\"\nSwizz don't fuck with you\nMelo didn't either\nYou fucked that check up\nYou bit the hand that feed you\nAnd you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper\nHold up, let's switch the beat\nSo I can spit some \"Ether!\"\nOh shit! You purple-dickie wearing-\nDurag-, over-sized fitted-\nFake Air 1-wearing nigga!\nI say, come on with your soft ass\nAll you niggas all trash\nCouldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga\nThat's a small tab\nI'mma hit him where it hurs\nThis gon' make his dog mad\n'Cause this verse gon' hit this nigga\nHarder than that car crash\nThat you should've died in\nI'm mad that you survived it\nBut I came to murder you\nAnd have you scuba diving\nSwimming with the fishes\nAll you niggas is bitches\nDick riders, knocking on the wood\nSuperstitious pause that, I'm all that\nI'm really in the trenches\nAnd when I see you, nigga\nI'mma have you jumping fences\nCutting through the alleys\nYou must be on the molly\nSniffing all that white shit and\nFucking with that Bobby\nCome to your hotel and meet you in the lobby\nJust to Worldstar you and do\nYou just like Tommy\nHearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin\nThat Aston when I start it like\nA lion when it's roaring\nBoy you lying, you ain't touring\nYou can't even get a show\nShit you like a pound of reggie\nThey can get you for the low\nAnd I'm like a brick of Diesel\nIt cost 60 for the flow\nYou ain't a gangsta, you a\nWanksta, nigga, 50 even know, whoa!\nYou say you a gangsta\nBut you never pop nothing\nAnd you locked your homie out when\nYou heard the cops coming\nRapping for a long time, nigga\nYou ain't got nothing\nYou ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga\nStop fronting\nDamn, homie, in high school, you was the man\nHomie fuck happened to you?\nYou had a doghouse with a\nDoghouse in the backyard?\nNow you living in a doghouse in the backyard?\nNigga, I was broke then, now I got Black Card\nYour career maxed out\nYour shit like a MAC card\nEasy, nigga, I talk greasy, nigga\nAnd I'mma stunt on Instagram\nJust to tease you, nigga\nCouple months we at the funeral\nI swear to God that shit was beautiful\nFive-X tees, durag's, the usual\nYour mama screaming like \"Cassidy what\nThey do to you?\" OH!\nAnd this shit called \"Kendrick You Next\"\nI'm just on some shit this time around\nEverybody get it\nYou say my name, I give you a thousand\nIt's just that simple\nMeek Milly! Enuff, what up?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick You Next\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: 'Drake vs. Meek Mill: Face Off'\n  duration_ms: 302754\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So, okay, you want to see some macho\n  Shit? I'm the most macho\n  Nigga out here i'm the most\n  I thought you niggas knew, i'm\n  The most thuggish nigga out here i\n  Have no mothafuckin' fear... I\n  Have no fear, I have only\n  Ambition, and I want mine\n  And I will do anything to\n  Protect and feed my family\n  Take money! Yeah! Take money! Haha\n  Unh!\n  First off, fucked your bitch, nigga\n  Get a blood test\n  You a upset, nigga, where the love at?\n  When we talking 'bout Philly\n  Know I fucking run that\n  Same place I've been up corners\n  You can never come back\n  You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul\n  Nigga i cross niggas, when you hate\n  It 'cause you lost, nigga\n  You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss\n  Nigga you dissin' to get you on\n  That'll get you off nigga broad nigga\n  And you was screamin' \"come to my hotel\"\n  Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!\n  No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well\n  I caught your chick\n  I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail\n  Let's keep it trilla\n  You ain't never make a dope sale\n  You ain't never played that corner\n  Make a coke sale on a late night\n  Swimmin with the great whites\n  You was rockin' durags, big tees, fake Mikes\n  Boy you had a wild week\n  Shoppin' on Canal Street\n  Same place you bought your fake\n  Chain and your time-piece\n  How we gon' believe you? Nigga\n  I should lead you!\n  Talkin' \"PC\" that was never Beanie Sigel!\n  That was never ME\n  Why you lying to the people?\n  I was locked down, still doing shit illegal\n  Running around in jail like\n  \"I ain't give a hell\" when\n  You was on PC, locking it with males\n  And I ain't got time for this shit\n  Let me get another one\n  23 and 1 never get to see the sun\n  Had to get a glass visit just\n  So you could see your son\n  Took a deal on your homie\n  'cause you couldn't beat the gun\n  They was tryna give you life, man\n  You know that wasn't right\n  Then you left him in the hood, on his head\n  He had a price you ain't even give a call\n  Other niggas shot him twice\n  Niggas trynna get a buzz off\n  My name for some likes\n  Dead rapper, I'm at you\n  I'mma give you one tonight\n  Ca-ssidy! Boy, you so trash to me\n  Do the math I dissed you\n  That's subtract to me you ain't poppin\n  What the fuck could you add to me?\n  You just another dead body, another casualty\n  I'm in the streets\n  So I do this beat casually\n  And I ain't even write this shit\n  Why you mad at me?\n  Cause you nursery rhyming\n  Flow perfectly timing\n  And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston\n  One Swizzy's designing now beat it\n  I know you're heated but I know you need it\n  I got that Justin Bieber please believe it\n  Nigga I know you see it\n  They play piano at your viewing\n  Let Alicia key it\n  I asked Swizzy \"could she do\n  It?\" he said \"nigga, beat it\"\n  Swizz don't fuck with you\n  Melo didn't either\n  You fucked that check up\n  You bit the hand that feed you\n  And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper\n  Hold up, let's switch the beat\n  So I can spit some \"Ether!\"\n  Oh shit! You purple-dickie wearing-\n  Durag-, over-sized fitted-\n  Fake Air 1-wearing nigga!\n  I say, come on with your soft ass\n  All you niggas all trash\n  Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga\n  That's a small tab\n  I'mma hit him where it hurs\n  This gon' make his dog mad\n  'Cause this verse gon' hit this nigga\n  Harder than that car crash\n  That you should've died in\n  I'm mad that you survived it\n  But I came to murder you\n  And have you scuba diving\n  Swimming with the fishes\n  All you niggas is bitches\n  Dick riders, knocking on the wood\n  Superstitious pause that, I'm all that\n  I'm really in the trenches\n  And when I see you, nigga\n  I'mma have you jumping fences\n  Cutting through the alleys\n  You must be on the molly\n  Sniffing all that white shit and\n  Fucking with that Bobby\n  Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby\n  Just to Worldstar you and do\n  You just like Tommy\n  Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin\n  That Aston when I start it like\n  A lion when it's roaring\n  Boy you lying, you ain't touring\n  You can't even get a show\n  Shit you like a pound of reggie\n  They can get you for the low\n  And I'm like a brick of Diesel\n  It cost 60 for the flow\n  You ain't a gangsta, you a\n  Wanksta, nigga, 50 even know, whoa!\n  You say you a gangsta\n  But you never pop nothing\n  And you locked your homie out when\n  You heard the cops coming\n  Rapping for a long time, nigga\n  You ain't got nothing\n  You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga\n  Stop fronting\n  Damn, homie, in high school, you was the man\n  Homie fuck happened to you?\n  You had a doghouse with a\n  Doghouse in the backyard?\n  Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard?\n  Nigga, I was broke then, now I got Black Card\n  Your career maxed out\n  Your shit like a MAC card\n  Easy, nigga, I talk greasy, nigga\n  And I'mma stunt on Instagram\n  Just to tease you, nigga\n  Couple months we at the funeral\n  I swear to God that shit was beautiful\n  Five-X tees, durag's, the usual\n  Your mama screaming like \"Cassidy what\n  They do to you?\" OH!\n  And this shit called \"Kendrick You Next\"\n  I'm just on some shit this time around\n  Everybody get it\n  You say my name, I give you a thousand\n  It's just that simple\n  Meek Milly! Enuff, what up?\n"},{"id":3606301,"name":"Kendrick You Next","trackName":"Kendrick You Next","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Unreleased Killadelphia Muzik","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So, okay, you want to see some macho\nShit? I'm the most macho\nNigga out here i'm the most\nI thought you niggas knew, i'm\nThe most thuggish nigga out here i\nHave no mothafuckin' fear... I\nHave no fear, I have only\nAmbition, and I want mine\nAnd I will do anything to\nProtect and feed my family\nTake money! Yeah! Take money! Haha\nUnh!\nFirst off, fucked your bitch, nigga\nGet a blood test\nYou a upset, nigga, where the love at?\nWhen we talking 'bout Philly\nKnow I fucking run that\nSame place I've been up corners\nYou can never come back\nYou fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul\nNigga i cross niggas, when you hate\nIt 'cause you lost, nigga\nYou soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss\nNigga you dissin' to get you on\nThat'll get you off nigga broad nigga\nAnd you was screamin' \"come to my hotel\"\nNigga, we was slingin work out the motel!\nNo scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well\nI caught your chick\nI pulled that bitch like she a coat tail\nLet's keep it trilla\nYou ain't never make a dope sale\nYou ain't never played that corner\nMake a coke sale on a late night\nSwimmin with the great whites\nYou was rockin' durags, big tees, fake Mikes\nBoy you had a wild week\nShoppin' on Canal Street\nSame place you bought your fake\nChain and your time-piece\nHow we gon' believe you? Nigga\nI should lead you!\nTalkin' \"PC\" that was never Beanie Sigel!\nThat was never ME\nWhy you lying to the people?\nI was locked down, still doing shit illegal\nRunning around in jail like\n\"I ain't give a hell\" when\nYou was on PC, locking it with males\nAnd I ain't got time for this shit\nLet me get another one\n23 and 1 never get to see the sun\nHad to get a glass visit just\nSo you could see your son\nTook a deal on your homie\n'cause you couldn't beat the gun\nThey was tryna give you life, man\nYou know that wasn't right\nThen you left him in the hood, on his head\nHe had a price you ain't even give a call\nOther niggas shot him twice\nNiggas trynna get a buzz off\nMy name for some likes\nDead rapper, I'm at you\nI'mma give you one tonight\nCa-ssidy! Boy, you so trash to me\nDo the math I dissed you\nThat's subtract to me you ain't poppin\nWhat the fuck could you add to me?\nYou just another dead body, another casualty\nI'm in the streets\nSo I do this beat casually\nAnd I ain't even write this shit\nWhy you mad at me?\nCause you nursery rhyming\nFlow perfectly timing\nAnd I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston\nOne Swizzy's designing now beat it\nI know you're heated but I know you need it\nI got that Justin Bieber please believe it\nNigga I know you see it\nThey play piano at your viewing\nLet Alicia key it\nI asked Swizzy \"could she do\nIt?\" he said \"nigga, beat it\"\nSwizz don't fuck with you\nMelo didn't either\nYou fucked that check up\nYou bit the hand that feed you\nAnd you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper\nHold up, let's switch the beat\nSo I can spit some \"Ether!\"\nOh shit! You purple-dickie wearing-\nDurag-, over-sized fitted-\nFake Air 1-wearing nigga!\nI say, come on with your soft ass\nAll you niggas all trash\nCouldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga\nThat's a small tab\nI'mma hit him where it hurs\nThis gon' make his dog mad\n'Cause this verse gon' hit this nigga\nHarder than that car crash\nThat you should've died in\nI'm mad that you survived it\nBut I came to murder you\nAnd have you scuba diving\nSwimming with the fishes\nAll you niggas is bitches\nDick riders, knocking on the wood\nSuperstitious pause that, I'm all that\nI'm really in the trenches\nAnd when I see you, nigga\nI'mma have you jumping fences\nCutting through the alleys\nYou must be on the molly\nSniffing all that white shit and\nFucking with that Bobby\nCome to your hotel and meet you in the lobby\nJust to Worldstar you and do\nYou just like Tommy\nHearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin\nThat Aston when I start it like\nA lion when it's roaring\nBoy you lying, you ain't touring\nYou can't even get a show\nShit you like a pound of reggie\nThey can get you for the low\nAnd I'm like a brick of Diesel\nIt cost 60 for the flow\nYou ain't a gangsta, you a\nWanksta, nigga, 50 even know, whoa!\nYou say you a gangsta\nBut you never pop nothing\nAnd you locked your homie out when\nYou heard the cops coming\nRapping for a long time, nigga\nYou ain't got nothing\nYou ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga\nStop fronting\nDamn, homie, in high school, you was the man\nHomie fuck happened to you?\nYou had a doghouse with a\nDoghouse in the backyard?\nNow you living in a doghouse in the backyard?\nNigga, I was broke then, now I got Black Card\nYour career maxed out\nYour shit like a MAC card\nEasy, nigga, I talk greasy, nigga\nAnd I'mma stunt on Instagram\nJust to tease you, nigga\nCouple months we at the funeral\nI swear to God that shit was beautiful\nFive-X tees, durag's, the usual\nYour mama screaming like \"Cassidy what\nThey do to you?\" OH!\nAnd this shit called \"Kendrick You Next\"\nI'm just on some shit this time around\nEverybody get it\nYou say my name, I give you a thousand\nIt's just that simple\nMeek Milly! Enuff, what up?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick You Next\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Unreleased Killadelphia Muzik\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So, okay, you want to see some macho\n  Shit? I'm the most macho\n  Nigga out here i'm the most\n  I thought you niggas knew, i'm\n  The most thuggish nigga out here i\n  Have no mothafuckin' fear... I\n  Have no fear, I have only\n  Ambition, and I want mine\n  And I will do anything to\n  Protect and feed my family\n  Take money! Yeah! Take money! Haha\n  Unh!\n  First off, fucked your bitch, nigga\n  Get a blood test\n  You a upset, nigga, where the love at?\n  When we talking 'bout Philly\n  Know I fucking run that\n  Same place I've been up corners\n  You can never come back\n  You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul\n  Nigga i cross niggas, when you hate\n  It 'cause you lost, nigga\n  You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss\n  Nigga you dissin' to get you on\n  That'll get you off nigga broad nigga\n  And you was screamin' \"come to my hotel\"\n  Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!\n  No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well\n  I caught your chick\n  I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail\n  Let's keep it trilla\n  You ain't never make a dope sale\n  You ain't never played that corner\n  Make a coke sale on a late night\n  Swimmin with the great whites\n  You was rockin' durags, big tees, fake Mikes\n  Boy you had a wild week\n  Shoppin' on Canal Street\n  Same place you bought your fake\n  Chain and your time-piece\n  How we gon' believe you? Nigga\n  I should lead you!\n  Talkin' \"PC\" that was never Beanie Sigel!\n  That was never ME\n  Why you lying to the people?\n  I was locked down, still doing shit illegal\n  Running around in jail like\n  \"I ain't give a hell\" when\n  You was on PC, locking it with males\n  And I ain't got time for this shit\n  Let me get another one\n  23 and 1 never get to see the sun\n  Had to get a glass visit just\n  So you could see your son\n  Took a deal on your homie\n  'cause you couldn't beat the gun\n  They was tryna give you life, man\n  You know that wasn't right\n  Then you left him in the hood, on his head\n  He had a price you ain't even give a call\n  Other niggas shot him twice\n  Niggas trynna get a buzz off\n  My name for some likes\n  Dead rapper, I'm at you\n  I'mma give you one tonight\n  Ca-ssidy! Boy, you so trash to me\n  Do the math I dissed you\n  That's subtract to me you ain't poppin\n  What the fuck could you add to me?\n  You just another dead body, another casualty\n  I'm in the streets\n  So I do this beat casually\n  And I ain't even write this shit\n  Why you mad at me?\n  Cause you nursery rhyming\n  Flow perfectly timing\n  And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston\n  One Swizzy's designing now beat it\n  I know you're heated but I know you need it\n  I got that Justin Bieber please believe it\n  Nigga I know you see it\n  They play piano at your viewing\n  Let Alicia key it\n  I asked Swizzy \"could she do\n  It?\" he said \"nigga, beat it\"\n  Swizz don't fuck with you\n  Melo didn't either\n  You fucked that check up\n  You bit the hand that feed you\n  And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper\n  Hold up, let's switch the beat\n  So I can spit some \"Ether!\"\n  Oh shit! You purple-dickie wearing-\n  Durag-, over-sized fitted-\n  Fake Air 1-wearing nigga!\n  I say, come on with your soft ass\n  All you niggas all trash\n  Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga\n  That's a small tab\n  I'mma hit him where it hurs\n  This gon' make his dog mad\n  'Cause this verse gon' hit this nigga\n  Harder than that car crash\n  That you should've died in\n  I'm mad that you survived it\n  But I came to murder you\n  And have you scuba diving\n  Swimming with the fishes\n  All you niggas is bitches\n  Dick riders, knocking on the wood\n  Superstitious pause that, I'm all that\n  I'm really in the trenches\n  And when I see you, nigga\n  I'mma have you jumping fences\n  Cutting through the alleys\n  You must be on the molly\n  Sniffing all that white shit and\n  Fucking with that Bobby\n  Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby\n  Just to Worldstar you and do\n  You just like Tommy\n  Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin\n  That Aston when I start it like\n  A lion when it's roaring\n  Boy you lying, you ain't touring\n  You can't even get a show\n  Shit you like a pound of reggie\n  They can get you for the low\n  And I'm like a brick of Diesel\n  It cost 60 for the flow\n  You ain't a gangsta, you a\n  Wanksta, nigga, 50 even know, whoa!\n  You say you a gangsta\n  But you never pop nothing\n  And you locked your homie out when\n  You heard the cops coming\n  Rapping for a long time, nigga\n  You ain't got nothing\n  You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga\n  Stop fronting\n  Damn, homie, in high school, you was the man\n  Homie fuck happened to you?\n  You had a doghouse with a\n  Doghouse in the backyard?\n  Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard?\n  Nigga, I was broke then, now I got Black Card\n  Your career maxed out\n  Your shit like a MAC card\n  Easy, nigga, I talk greasy, nigga\n  And I'mma stunt on Instagram\n  Just to tease you, nigga\n  Couple months we at the funeral\n  I swear to God that shit was beautiful\n  Five-X tees, durag's, the usual\n  Your mama screaming like \"Cassidy what\n  They do to you?\" OH!\n  And this shit called \"Kendrick You Next\"\n  I'm just on some shit this time around\n  Everybody get it\n  You say my name, I give you a thousand\n  It's just that simple\n  Meek Milly! Enuff, what up?\n"}]