[{"id":16201587,"name":"My Life (Feat. French Montana)","trackName":"My Life (Feat. French Montana)","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Meek Mill - Dreamchasers 3","duration":172.983375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The world is yours and everything in it\nYou gonna go get it?\n\nMama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me\nI'm still tripping off them hoes that played me\nSame bitches fronting on me when I had my baby\nIt's crazy, and niggas say they made me\nTaking credit from my mama, shit amaze me\nHow niggas talking down when I'm not around\nBut every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound\nI line my haters up and clap them down\nThat choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown\nI'm well-respected in my city, even out of town\nAnd don't ever tuck my chain\nNigga, how that sound? How that look?\nWe don't live by the book, we just live by the code\nA lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through\nThey was dropping names too\nNiggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew\nI was always told to get the money and remain you\nNever let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do\nEvery time they said that I left, that was when I came through\nRange new, .38 special when the flame blew\nJust in case I gotta flame you\nWhat a feeling when them people tryna frame you\nLock you in a cell when detain you\nRather die before I go out working like I'm Django\nI'm gone...\n\nNiggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\nFuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\nAnd here's another one, here's another one\nStreets is watching\nA new bitch, new car\nHer ass up, I go hard\nAnd here's another one, here's another one\nStreets is watching\n\nIf I fuck her, I'm brainless\nShe fuck me, she might get famous\nShe might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges\nMoney'll have your closest friends turning into strangers\nThat's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us\nShooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up\nNiggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust\nAnd all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up\nI only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck\nFive niggas, ten bitches running train on us\nLooking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck\nMini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts\nI stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift\nEarly mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits\nNigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist\nSwear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic\n\nNiggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\nFuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\nAnd here's another one, here's another one\nStreets is watching\nA new bitch, new car\nHer ass up, I go hard\nAnd here's another one, here's another one\nStreets is watching","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.36] The world is yours and everything in it\n[00:07.95] You gonna go get it?\n[00:11.45] Mama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me\n[00:16.31] I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me\n[00:18.76] Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby\n[00:22.00] It's crazy, and niggas say they made me\n[00:24.39] Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me\n[00:27.36] How niggas talking down when I'm not around\n[00:29.68] But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound\n[00:32.98] I line my haters up and clap them down\n[00:35.12] That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown\n[00:37.72] I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town\n[00:40.47] And don't ever tuck my chain\n[00:41.66] Nigga, how that sound? How that look?\n[00:44.24] We don't live by the book, we just live by the code\n[00:46.86] A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through\n[00:49.61] They was dropping names too\n[00:51.06] Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew\n[00:53.58] I was always told to get the money and remain you\n[00:56.46] Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do\n[00:58.95] Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through\n[01:01.73] Range new, .38 special when the flame blew\n[01:05.54] Just in case I gotta flame you\n[01:07.50] What a feeling when them people tryna frame you\n[01:10.08] Lock you in a cell when detain you\n[01:12.44] Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django\n[01:15.09] I'm gone...\n[01:15.94] Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n[01:18.48] Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n[01:22.11] And here's another one, here's another one\n[01:24.76] Streets is watching\n[01:26.05] A new bitch, new car\n[01:29.56] Her ass up, I go hard\n[01:31.82] And here's another one, here's another one\n[01:35.75] Streets is watching\n[01:36.63] If I fuck her, I'm brainless\n[01:38.82] She fuck me, she might get famous\n[01:41.44] She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges\n[01:44.00] Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers\n[01:46.60] That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us\n[01:49.91] Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up\n[01:52.52] Niggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust\n[01:55.23] And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up\n[01:57.89] I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck\n[02:00.58] Five niggas, ten bitches running train on us\n[02:03.47] Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck\n[02:06.05] Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts\n[02:08.70] I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift\n[02:11.53] Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits\n[02:14.14] Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist\n[02:16.96] Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic\n[02:19.69] Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n[02:23.38] Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n[02:26.91] And here's another one, here's another one\n[02:29.69] Streets is watching\n[02:31.06] A new bitch, new car\n[02:34.34] Her ass up, I go hard\n[02:37.89] And here's another one, here's another one\n[02:40.49] Streets is watching\n[02:43.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Life (Feat. 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How that look?\n We don't live by the book, we just live by the code\n A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through\n They was dropping names too\n Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew\n I was always told to get the money and remain you\n Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do\n Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through\n Range new, .38 special when the flame blew\n Just in case I gotta flame you\n What a feeling when them people tryna frame you\n Lock you in a cell when detain you\n Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django\n I'm gone...\n\n Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n And here's another one, here's another one\n Streets is watching\n A new bitch, new car\n Her ass up, I go hard\n And here's another one, here's another one\n Streets is watching\n\n If I fuck her, I'm brainless\n She fuck me, she might get famous\n She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges\n Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers\n That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us\n Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up\n Niggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust\n And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up\n I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck\n Five niggas, ten bitches running train on us\n Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck\n Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts\n I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift\n Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits\n Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist\n Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic\n\n Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n And here's another one, here's another one\n Streets is watching\n A new bitch, new car\n Her ass up, I go hard\n And here's another one, here's another one\n Streets is watching\n"},{"id":26254403,"name":"My Life","trackName":"My Life","artistName":"Meek Mill/French Montana","albumName":"Best of Meek Mill","duration":172.9882079,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The world is yours and everything in it\nYou gonna go get it?\n\nMama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me\nI'm still tripping off them hoes that played me\nSame bitches fronting on me when I had my baby\nIt's crazy, and niggas say they made me\nTaking credit from my mama, shit amaze me\nHow niggas talking down when I'm not around\nBut every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound\nI line my haters up and clap them down\nThat choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown\nI'm well-respected in my city, even out of town\nAnd don't ever tuck my chain\nNigga, how that sound? 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How that look?\n[00:44.22] We don't live by the book, we just live by the code\n[00:46.83] A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through\n[00:49.65] They was dropping names too\n[00:51.00] Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew\n[00:53.51] I was always told to get the money and remain you\n[00:56.44] Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do\n[00:58.90] Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through\n[01:01.74] Range new, .38 special when the flame blew\n[01:05.52] Just in case I gotta flame you\n[01:07.57] What a feeling when them people tryna frame you\n[01:10.01] Lock you in a cell when detain you\n[01:12.43] Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django\n[01:15.02] I'm gone...\n[01:15.94] Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n[01:18.41] Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n[01:22.14] And here's another one, here's another one\n[01:24.78] Streets is watching\n[01:26.00] A new bitch, new car\n[01:29.58] Her ass up, I go hard\n[01:31.88] And here's another one, here's another one\n[01:35.75] Streets is watching\n[01:36.64] If I fuck her, I'm brainless\n[01:38.89] She fuck me, she might get famous\n[01:41.44] She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges\n[01:44.01] Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers\n[01:46.69] That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us\n[01:49.95] Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up\n[01:52.52] Niggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust\n[01:55.22] And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up\n[01:57.84] I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck\n[02:00.58] Five niggas, ten bitches running train on us\n[02:03.44] Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck\n[02:06.08] Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts\n[02:08.74] I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift\n[02:11.54] Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits\n[02:14.20] Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist\n[02:16.99] Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic\n[02:19.65] Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up\n[02:23.34] Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper\n[02:26.91] And here's another one, here's another one\n[02:29.64] Streets is watching\n[02:31.06] A new bitch, new car\n[02:34.35] Her ass up, I go hard\n[02:37.85] And here's another one, here's another one\n[02:40.41] Streets is watching\n[02:43.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Life\n artist: Meek Mill, French Montana\n album: Dreamchasers 3\n duration_ms: 175000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The world is yours and everything in it\n start_ms: 3380\n end_ms: 7930\n- text: You gonna go get it?\n start_ms: 7930\n end_ms: 11490\n- text: Mama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me\n start_ms: 11490\n end_ms: 16360\n- text: I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me\n start_ms: 16360\n end_ms: 18760\n- text: Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby\n start_ms: 18760\n end_ms: 22010\n- text: It's crazy, and niggas say they made me\n start_ms: 22010\n end_ms: 24380\n- text: Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me\n start_ms: 24380\n end_ms: 27370\n- text: How niggas talking down when I'm not around\n start_ms: 27370\n end_ms: 29690\n- text: But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound\n start_ms: 29690\n end_ms: 32910\n- text: I line my haters up and clap them down\n start_ms: 32910\n end_ms: 35100\n- text: That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown\n start_ms: 35100\n end_ms: 37720\n- text: I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town\n start_ms: 37720\n end_ms: 40500\n- text: And don't ever tuck my chain\n start_ms: 40500\n end_ms: 41660\n- text: Nigga, how that sound? 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