[{"id":14802680,"name":"LIL NIGGA SNUPE (AUDIO)","trackName":"LIL NIGGA SNUPE (AUDIO)","artistName":"MEEK MILL","albumName":"LIL NIGGA SNUPE (AUDIO)","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n\nYeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\nPulling live out of Philly\n\nYoung nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\nAnd I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\nMoney long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\nI get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\nWhen the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n\nCause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\nBlock party, living life wild\nI go to court for probation and looking like trial\nThe DA told me she want a nigga but right now\nI'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\nIs it the money? Is it the cars?\n\nIs it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\nBut still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\nThey lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\nI shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\nI take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\nThey telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\nI just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\nLil' Snupe...\nThey killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\nAnd all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\nSo what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\nTell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\nCause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\nAnd all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\nAs I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\nAin't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\nAnd ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\nAnd all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\nYoung niggas selling caine just to get it back\nAnd they busting out them racks till they sitting back\nAnd if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\nAnd if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\nMy flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\nI been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\nNigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\nI came up on four wheelers\nBananas and gorillas through the jungle\nWhere killers rumble and everyone perishing\nRealest nigga in it no comparison\nAnd they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\nBut what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\nSo I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\nBeyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\nManeuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\nNigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\nI can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\nLeaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\nBe the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\nLeaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\nWhere the love at? Where the love at?\nI'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\nBefore my nigga go starving like where the grub at\nGive up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\nDo it again, murder his killer him and his friend\nPut the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\nLook at the stands the fans coming filling them in\nTo give my nigga a chance, see him winning again","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n[00:05.49] Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n[00:09.05] Pulling live out of Philly\n[00:10.99] Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n[00:12.32] And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n[00:15.09] Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n[00:17.23] I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n[00:21.98] When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n[00:25.66] Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n[00:26.04] Block party, living life wild\n[00:28.68] I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n[00:31.07] The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n[00:33.85] I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n[00:35.46] Is it the money? Is it the cars?\n[00:37.37] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:38.05] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:40.96] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:44.02] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:45.99] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:48.74] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.36] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:52.74] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:54.68] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:56.94] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[01:00.03] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.65] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:04.71] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:07.58] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:10.88] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.33] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:15.83] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:17.92] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:20.52] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.20] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:25.32] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:27.43] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:29.57] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:31.25] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:33.72] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.42] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:37.88] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:38.79] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.10] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:43.53] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:45.87] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:47.67] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:49.90] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.52] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:54.68] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.19] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[01:59.26] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:02.04] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:03.83] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:06.64] Where the love at? Where the love at?\n[02:08.47] I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n[02:10.35] Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n[02:12.79] Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n[02:15.08] Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n[02:17.74] Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n[02:19.66] Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n[02:22.21] To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n[02:24.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: LIL NIGGA SNUPE (AUDIO)\n  artist: MEEK MILL\n  album: LIL NIGGA SNUPE (AUDIO)\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n  start_ms: 340\n  end_ms: 5490\n- text: Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n  start_ms: 5490\n  end_ms: 9050\n- text: Pulling live out of Philly\n  start_ms: 9050\n  end_ms: 10990\n- text: Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n  start_ms: 10990\n  end_ms: 12320\n- text: And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n  start_ms: 12320\n  end_ms: 15090\n- text: Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n  start_ms: 15090\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 21980\n- text: When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n  start_ms: 21980\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 26040\n- text: Block party, living life wild\n  start_ms: 26040\n  end_ms: 28680\n- text: I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n  start_ms: 28680\n  end_ms: 31070\n- text: The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n  start_ms: 31070\n  end_ms: 33850\n- text: I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n  start_ms: 33850\n  end_ms: 35460\n- text: Is it the money? 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Is it the cars?\n\n  Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n  But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n  They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n  I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\n  I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n  They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n  I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\n  Lil' Snupe...\n  They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n  And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n  So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n  Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n  Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n  And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\n  As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n  Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n  And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n  And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n  Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n  And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n  And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n  And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n  My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n  I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n  Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n  I came up on four wheelers\n  Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n  Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n  Realest nigga in it no comparison\n  And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n  But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n  So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n  Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n  Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n  Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n  I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n  Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n  Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n  Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n  Where the love at? Where the love at?\n  I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n  Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n  Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n  Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n  Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n  Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n  To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n"},{"id":16764594,"name":"Lil Nigga Snupe [Prod. By Boi-1da]","trackName":"Lil Nigga Snupe [Prod. By Boi-1da]","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill - Dreamchasers 3","duration":207.125417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n\nYeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\nPulling live out of Philly\n\nYoung nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\nAnd I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\nMoney long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\nI get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\nWhen the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n\nCause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\nBlock party, living life wild\nI go to court for probation and looking like trial\nThe DA told me she want a nigga but right now\nI'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\nIs it the money? Is it the cars?\n\nIs it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\nBut still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\nThey lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\nI shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\nI take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\nThey telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\nI just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\nLil' Snupe...\nThey killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\nAnd all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\nSo what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\nTell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\nCause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\nAnd all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\nAs I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\nAin't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\nAnd ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\nAnd all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\nYoung niggas selling caine just to get it back\nAnd they busting out them racks till they sitting back\nAnd if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\nAnd if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\nMy flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\nI been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\nNigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\nI came up on four wheelers\nBananas and gorillas through the jungle\nWhere killers rumble and everyone perishing\nRealest nigga in it no comparison\nAnd they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\nBut what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\nSo I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\nBeyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\nManeuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\nNigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\nI can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\nLeaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\nBe the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\nLeaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\nWhere the love at? Where the love at?\nI'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\nBefore my nigga go starving like where the grub at\nGive up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\nDo it again, murder his killer him and his friend\nPut the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\nLook at the stands the fans coming filling them in\nTo give my nigga a chance, see him winning again","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n[00:04.02] Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n[00:09.60] Pulling live out of Philly\n[00:11.19] Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n[00:12.86] And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n[00:15.36] Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n[00:17.64] I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n[00:22.31] When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n[00:24.87] Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n[00:27.21] Block party, living life wild\n[00:29.62] I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n[00:31.94] The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n[00:34.14] I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n[00:36.61] Is it the money? Is it the cars?\n[00:38.15] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:40.38] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:42.63] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:45.06] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:47.55] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:49.79] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.82] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:54.36] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:55.37] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:56.75] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[00:59.86] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.60] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:05.58] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:08.53] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:12.31] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.97] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:16.35] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:18.42] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:21.60] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.95] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:27.01] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:28.17] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:30.61] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:32.76] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:34.58] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.19] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:38.27] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:40.00] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.93] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:44.21] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:46.41] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:48.68] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:50.90] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.85] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:55.25] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.55] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[02:00.35] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:02.68] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:04.72] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:07.12] Where the love at? Where the love at?\n[02:09.33] I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n[02:11.38] Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n[02:13.63] Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n[02:15.90] Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n[02:18.42] Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n[02:20.53] Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n[02:22.58] To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n[02:25.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Nigga Snupe [Prod. 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Is it the cars?\n\nIs it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\nBut still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\nThey lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\nI shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\nI take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\nThey telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\nI just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\nLil' Snupe...\nThey killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\nAnd all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\nSo what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\nTell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\nCause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\nAnd all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\nAs I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\nAin't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\nAnd ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\nAnd all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\nYoung niggas selling caine just to get it back\nAnd they busting out them racks till they sitting back\nAnd if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\nAnd if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\nMy flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\nI been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\nNigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\nI came up on four wheelers\nBananas and gorillas through the jungle\nWhere killers rumble and everyone perishing\nRealest nigga in it no comparison\nAnd they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\nBut what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\nSo I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\nBeyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\nManeuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\nNigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\nI can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\nLeaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\nBe the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\nLeaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\nWhere the love at? Where the love at?\nI'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\nBefore my nigga go starving like where the grub at\nGive up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\nDo it again, murder his killer him and his friend\nPut the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\nLook at the stands the fans coming filling them in\nTo give my nigga a chance, see him winning again","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n[00:04.02] Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n[00:09.60] Pulling live out of Philly\n[00:11.19] Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n[00:12.86] And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n[00:15.36] Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n[00:17.64] I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n[00:22.31] When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n[00:24.87] Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n[00:27.21] Block party, living life wild\n[00:29.62] I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n[00:31.94] The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n[00:34.14] I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n[00:36.61] Is it the money? Is it the cars?\n[00:38.15] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:40.38] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:42.63] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:45.06] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:47.55] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:49.79] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.82] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:54.36] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:55.37] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:56.75] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[00:59.86] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.60] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:05.58] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:08.53] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:12.31] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.97] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:16.35] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:18.42] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:21.60] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.95] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:27.01] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:28.17] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:30.61] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:32.76] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:34.58] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.19] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:38.27] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:40.00] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.93] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:44.21] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:46.41] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:48.68] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:50.90] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.85] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:55.25] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.55] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[02:00.35] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:02.68] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:04.72] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:07.12] Where the love at? 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Is it the cars?\n\n  Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n  But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n  They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n  I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\n  I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n  They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n  I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\n  Lil' Snupe...\n  They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n  And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n  So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n  Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n  Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n  And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\n  As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n  Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n  And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n  And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n  Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n  And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n  And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n  And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n  My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n  I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n  Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n  I came up on four wheelers\n  Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n  Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n  Realest nigga in it no comparison\n  And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n  But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n  So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n  Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n  Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n  Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n  I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n  Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n  Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n  Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n  Where the love at? Where the love at?\n  I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n  Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n  Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n  Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n  Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n  Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n  To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n"},{"id":9857841,"name":"Lil Nigga Snupe","trackName":"Lil Nigga Snupe","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Dreamchasers 3","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n\nYeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\nPulling live out of Philly\n\nYoung nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\nAnd I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\nMoney long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\nI get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\nWhen the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n\nCause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\nBlock party, living life wild\nI go to court for probation and looking like trial\nThe DA told me she want a nigga but right now\nI'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\nIs it the money? Is it the cars?\n\nIs it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\nBut still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\nThey lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\nI shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\nI take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\nThey telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\nI just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\nLil' Snupe...\nThey killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\nAnd all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\nSo what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\nTell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\nCause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\nAnd all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\nAs I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\nAin't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\nAnd ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\nAnd all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\nYoung niggas selling caine just to get it back\nAnd they busting out them racks till they sitting back\nAnd if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\nAnd if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\nMy flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\nI been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\nNigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\nI came up on four wheelers\nBananas and gorillas through the jungle\nWhere killers rumble and everyone perishing\nRealest nigga in it no comparison\nAnd they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\nBut what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\nSo I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\nBeyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\nManeuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\nNigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\nI can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\nLeaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\nBe the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\nLeaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\nWhere the love at? Where the love at?\nI'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\nBefore my nigga go starving like where the grub at\nGive up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\nDo it again, murder his killer him and his friend\nPut the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\nLook at the stands the fans coming filling them in\nTo give my nigga a chance, see him winning again","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n[00:05.49] Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n[00:09.05] Pulling live out of Philly\n[00:10.99] Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n[00:12.32] And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n[00:15.09] Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n[00:17.23] I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n[00:21.98] When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n[00:25.66] Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n[00:26.04] Block party, living life wild\n[00:28.68] I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n[00:31.07] The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n[00:33.85] I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n[00:35.46] Is it the money? Is it the cars?\n[00:37.37] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:38.05] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:40.96] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:44.02] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:45.99] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:48.74] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.36] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:52.74] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:54.68] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:56.94] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[01:00.03] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.65] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:04.71] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:07.58] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:10.88] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.33] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:15.83] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:17.92] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:20.52] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.20] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:25.32] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:27.43] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:29.57] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:31.25] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:33.72] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.42] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:37.88] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:38.79] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.10] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:43.53] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:45.87] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:47.67] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:49.90] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.52] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:54.68] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.19] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[01:59.26] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:02.04] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:03.83] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:06.64] Where the love at? Where the love at?\n[02:08.47] I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n[02:10.35] Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n[02:12.79] Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n[02:15.08] Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n[02:17.74] Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n[02:19.66] Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n[02:22.21] To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n[02:24.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Nigga Snupe\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 3\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n  start_ms: 340\n  end_ms: 5490\n- text: Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n  start_ms: 5490\n  end_ms: 9050\n- text: Pulling live out of Philly\n  start_ms: 9050\n  end_ms: 10990\n- text: Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n  start_ms: 10990\n  end_ms: 12320\n- text: And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n  start_ms: 12320\n  end_ms: 15090\n- text: Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n  start_ms: 15090\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 21980\n- text: When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n  start_ms: 21980\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 26040\n- text: Block party, living life wild\n  start_ms: 26040\n  end_ms: 28680\n- text: I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n  start_ms: 28680\n  end_ms: 31070\n- text: The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n  start_ms: 31070\n  end_ms: 33850\n- text: I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n  start_ms: 33850\n  end_ms: 35460\n- text: Is it the money? 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Is it the cars?\n\n  Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n  But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n  They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n  I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\n  I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n  They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n  I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\n  Lil' Snupe...\n  They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n  And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n  So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n  Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n  Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n  And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\n  As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n  Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n  And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n  And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n  Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n  And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n  And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n  And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n  My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n  I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n  Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n  I came up on four wheelers\n  Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n  Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n  Realest nigga in it no comparison\n  And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n  But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n  So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n  Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n  Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n  Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n  I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n  Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n  Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n  Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n  Where the love at? Where the love at?\n  I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n  Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n  Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n  Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n  Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n  Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n  To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n"},{"id":11473992,"name":"Meek Mill - Lil' Nigga Snupe","trackName":"Meek Mill - Lil' Nigga Snupe","artistName":"John Doe","albumName":"John Doe Videos","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n\nYeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\nPulling live out of Philly\n\nYoung nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\nAnd I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\nMoney long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\nI get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\nWhen the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n\nCause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\nBlock party, living life wild\nI go to court for probation and looking like trial\nThe DA told me she want a nigga but right now\nI'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\nIs it the money? Is it the cars?\n\nIs it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\nBut still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\nThey lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\nI shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\nI take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\nThey telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\nI just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\nLil' Snupe...\nThey killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\nAnd all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\nSo what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\nTell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\nCause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\nAnd all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\nAs I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\nAin't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\nAnd ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\nAnd all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\nYoung niggas selling caine just to get it back\nAnd they busting out them racks till they sitting back\nAnd if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\nAnd if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\nMy flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\nI been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\nNigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\nI came up on four wheelers\nBananas and gorillas through the jungle\nWhere killers rumble and everyone perishing\nRealest nigga in it no comparison\nAnd they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\nBut what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\nSo I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\nBeyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\nManeuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\nNigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\nI can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\nLeaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\nBe the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\nLeaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\nWhere the love at? Where the love at?\nI'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\nBefore my nigga go starving like where the grub at\nGive up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\nDo it again, murder his killer him and his friend\nPut the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\nLook at the stands the fans coming filling them in\nTo give my nigga a chance, see him winning again","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n[00:06.00] Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n[00:09.39] Pulling live out of Philly\n[00:10.87] Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n[00:12.66] And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n[00:15.15] Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n[00:17.61] I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n[00:22.58] When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n[00:24.61] Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n[00:27.12] Block party, living life wild\n[00:29.55] I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n[00:31.54] The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n[00:33.72] I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n[00:36.16] Is it the money? Is it the cars?\n[00:37.88] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:40.34] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:42.56] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:44.65] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:47.29] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:49.23] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.67] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:53.78] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:55.16] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:57.66] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[01:00.81] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.77] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:05.04] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:08.11] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:11.17] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.65] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:15.82] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:18.21] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:21.25] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.22] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:25.77] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:27.81] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:30.47] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:32.19] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:34.59] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.77] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:38.11] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:39.44] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.81] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:43.91] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:45.98] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:48.11] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:50.75] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.75] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:55.06] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.55] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[01:59.99] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:01.83] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:04.22] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:06.63] Where the love at? Where the love at?\n[02:08.89] I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n[02:10.94] Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n[02:13.60] Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n[02:15.42] Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n[02:17.84] Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n[02:20.38] Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n[02:22.38] To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n[02:24.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill - Lil' Nigga Snupe\n  artist: John Doe\n  album: John Doe Videos\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 6000\n- text: Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n  start_ms: 6000\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Pulling live out of Philly\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 10870\n- text: Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n  start_ms: 10870\n  end_ms: 12660\n- text: And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n  start_ms: 12660\n  end_ms: 15150\n- text: Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n  start_ms: 15150\n  end_ms: 17610\n- text: I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n  start_ms: 17610\n  end_ms: 22580\n- text: When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n  start_ms: 22580\n  end_ms: 24610\n- text: Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n  start_ms: 24610\n  end_ms: 27120\n- text: Block party, living life wild\n  start_ms: 27120\n  end_ms: 29550\n- text: I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n  start_ms: 29550\n  end_ms: 31540\n- text: The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n  start_ms: 31540\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36160\n- text: Is it the money? 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Is it the cars?\n\n  Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n  But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n  They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n  I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\n  I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n  They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n  I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\n  Lil' Snupe...\n  They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n  And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n  So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n  Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n  Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n  And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\n  As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n  Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n  And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n  And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n  Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n  And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n  And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n  And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n  My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n  I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n  Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n  I came up on four wheelers\n  Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n  Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n  Realest nigga in it no comparison\n  And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n  But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n  So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n  Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n  Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n  Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n  I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n  Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n  Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n  Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n  Where the love at? 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Is it the cars?\n[00:38.15] Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n[00:40.38] But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n[00:42.63] They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n[00:45.06] I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n[00:47.55] I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n[00:49.79] They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n[00:51.82] I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n[00:54.36] Lil' Snupe...\n[00:55.37] They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n[00:56.75] And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n[00:59.86] So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n[01:02.60] Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n[01:05.58] Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n[01:08.53] And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n[01:12.31] As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n[01:13.97] Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n[01:16.35] And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n[01:18.42] And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n[01:21.60] Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n[01:23.95] And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n[01:27.01] And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n[01:28.17] And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n[01:30.61] My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n[01:32.76] I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n[01:34.58] Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n[01:36.19] I came up on four wheelers\n[01:38.27] Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n[01:40.00] Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n[01:41.93] Realest nigga in it no comparison\n[01:44.21] And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n[01:46.41] But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n[01:48.68] So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n[01:50.90] Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n[01:52.85] Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n[01:55.25] Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n[01:57.55] I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n[02:00.35] Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n[02:02.68] Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n[02:04.72] Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n[02:07.12] Where the love at? Where the love at?\n[02:09.33] I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n[02:11.38] Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n[02:13.63] Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n[02:15.90] Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n[02:18.42] Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n[02:20.53] Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n[02:22.58] To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n[02:25.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Nigga Snupe (Prod by Boi-1da)\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Dreamchasers 3\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 4020\n- text: Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit\n  start_ms: 4020\n  end_ms: 9600\n- text: Pulling live out of Philly\n  start_ms: 9600\n  end_ms: 11190\n- text: Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies\n  start_ms: 11190\n  end_ms: 12860\n- text: And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me\n  start_ms: 12860\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 17640\n- text: I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial\n  start_ms: 17640\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: When the chasers in the building turn the lights down\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 27210\n- text: Block party, living life wild\n  start_ms: 27210\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: I go to court for probation and looking like trial\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31940\n- text: The DA told me she want a nigga but right now\n  start_ms: 31940\n  end_ms: 34140\n- text: I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\"\n  start_ms: 34140\n  end_ms: 36610\n- text: Is it the money? 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Is it the cars?\n\n  Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?\n  But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars\n  They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star\n  I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter\n\n  I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter\n  They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father\n  I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me\n\n  Lil' Snupe...\n  They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth\n  And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe\n  So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?\n  Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot?\n  Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you\n  And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof\n\n  As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder\n  Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it\n  And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving\n  And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap\n  Young niggas selling caine just to get it back\n  And they busting out them racks till they sitting back\n  And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back\n  And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back\n  My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing\n  I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no\n  Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it\n  I came up on four wheelers\n  Bananas and gorillas through the jungle\n  Where killers rumble and everyone perishing\n  Realest nigga in it no comparison\n  And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant\n  But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America\n  So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's\n  Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter\n  Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin\n  Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him\n  I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg\n  Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw\n  Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg\n  Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg\n  Where the love at? Where the love at?\n  I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back\n  Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at\n  Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back\n  Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend\n  Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again\n  Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in\n  To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again\n"}]