[{"id":14236066,"name":"Da Rant","trackName":"Da Rant","artistName":"Morray","albumName":"Da Rant","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I still feel you)\n(Need you)\n(Damn, damn)\nThat shit so crazy (I still feel you, need you)\nE'rybody got a freestyle, so shit, I want one too (damn, damn)\nYeah\n\nUh, demons was angels too\nIt depends on how the artist choose to paint the view\nEven a queen loses patience on a day or two\nEven Morray can make mistakes, well, let me name a few\n\nWas runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud\nTime passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile\nFightin' on the daily, sad, I had to take Khalif's smile\nNiggas I done bled with would probably let me bleed out\n\nBack when it was all gang, blood in, blood out\nIt's crazy when your fam' change like we ain't even blood now\nNiggas actin' bougie on me, we 'posed to be thugged out\nProbably tell the feds my name, you probably bugged now\n\nI can't blame that shit on you 'cause that's what fakes do\nHold up, yes, the fuck I can, pussy, I blame you\nThree fingers back on me 'cause I ain't blame proof\nKarma is a cold real bitch and she will bang you\n\nMade some bad decisions\nLump of coal is what my gift is\nNow I'm wholesome, was a misfit\nI was broken, someone fixed it\nSad as fuck, I kind of miss it\nHarder shell, you couldn't dent it\nBreakin' jaws, you need the dentist\nMy emotions, lease 'em, rented\n\nPosture up\nDyin' for your gang, who told you posse up?\nChoosin' death for one's belief, yeah, bitch, that's probably us\nBut on that fuckin' dyin' part, man, that's where I'm kind of stuck\n'Cause nigga, it's your time to go, why the fuck you keep on sayin' us?\n\nOne life to live and I plan on livin'\nFor that one life to live, your life plan on givin'\nHave you shittin' in a bag, boy, nickname him chittlings\nThen I will walk up to the altar and God for forgiveness\n\nAm I a bad guy for wantin' shit for all I do?\nI don't bless shit for free unless you say, \"Achoo\"\nNever gettin' on a knee unless I say, \"I do\"\nI'm too high to look down, I got a bird's-eye view\n\nMoment of quiet, the fire breakin' the silence\nI run the best plays, falcon vision, feel like Matt Ryan\nBall like my last name James, ball like my last name Wade\nFuck it, I ball like Mamba 'cause now I'm mentally sane\n\nNumber one, number two, I used to be glad to place\nWho am I? Who are you? Pussy, you gon' learn today\nCamera phone, niggas bold, scared to do that face to face\nHead up, never that, they'd rather drive by and spray\n\nEvery generation come with different expectations\nUsed to want us all in college, used to want us all to make it\nThey don't give a fuck about us, seem like everybody famous\nIf we all rich with money, why the world so damn impatient?\n\nRush then\nYou gon' learn the world cold, Russians\nNiggas claimin' they your brother, actin' more like cousins\nBickin' back, bein' bool, I cannot let cuz in\nPlayed a role, then lied to you, date and time, cuz, when?\n\nRed dot, that don't mean a headshot, body tissue\nShape some pounds off a nigga, yeah, he got body issues\nI done took a step back from the topic like I forgot the issue\nSomeone start this shit from the top so all the bars don't miss you\n\nNas, Biggie, Jay-Z, man, I need that kind of stamp\nTyson, Floyd, and Ali, I'm tryna be that kind of champ\nTwo hundred fifty, soakin' wet, heavy when it's kind of damp\nFeelin' like I'm KD 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n\n'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\nFeelin' like I'm KD\n'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n\nOh, 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\nOh\nThat's it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] (I still feel you)\n[00:02.71] (Need you)\n[00:05.68] (Damn, damn)\n[00:11.56] That shit so crazy (I still feel you, need you)\n[00:13.42] E'rybody got a freestyle, so shit, I want one too (damn, damn)\n[00:19.63] Yeah\n[00:23.61] Uh, demons was angels too\n[00:25.78] It depends on how the artist choose to paint the view\n[00:28.39] Even a queen loses patience on a day or two\n[00:31.20] Even Morray can make mistakes, well, let me name a few\n[00:33.80] Was runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud\n[00:36.82] Time passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile\n[00:39.53] Fightin' on the daily, sad, I had to take Khalif's smile\n[00:42.39] Niggas I done bled with would probably let me bleed out\n[00:45.25] Back when it was all gang, blood in, blood out\n[00:47.85] It's crazy when your fam' change like we ain't even blood now\n[00:50.71] Niggas actin' bougie on me, we 'posed to be thugged out\n[00:53.70] Probably tell the feds my name, you probably bugged now\n[00:56.42] I can't blame that shit on you 'cause that's what fakes do\n[00:59.28] Hold up, yes, the fuck I can, pussy, I blame you\n[01:02.05] Three fingers back on me 'cause I ain't blame proof\n[01:04.92] Karma is a cold real bitch and she will bang you\n[01:07.62] Made some bad decisions\n[01:08.72] Lump of coal is what my gift is\n[01:10.30] Now I'm wholesome, was a misfit\n[01:11.67] I was broken, someone fixed it\n[01:12.96] Sad as fuck, I kind of miss it\n[01:14.45] Harder shell, you couldn't dent it\n[01:15.71] Breakin' jaws, you need the dentist\n[01:17.36] My emotions, lease 'em, rented\n[01:19.00] Posture up\n[01:19.88] Dyin' for your gang, who told you posse up?\n[01:21.87] Choosin' death for one's belief, yeah, bitch, that's probably us\n[01:24.69] But on that fuckin' dyin' part, man, that's where I'm kind of stuck\n[01:27.35] 'Cause nigga, it's your time to go, why the fuck you keep on sayin' us?\n[01:30.48] One life to live and I plan on livin'\n[01:32.83] For that one life to live, your life plan on givin'\n[01:35.75] Have you shittin' in a bag, boy, nickname him chittlings\n[01:38.47] Then I will walk up to the altar and God for forgiveness\n[01:41.31] Am I a bad guy for wantin' shit for all I do?\n[01:44.15] I don't bless shit for free unless you say, \"Achoo\"\n[01:47.06] Never gettin' on a knee unless I say, \"I do\"\n[01:49.74] I'm too high to look down, I got a bird's-eye view\n[01:52.99] Moment of quiet, the fire breakin' the silence\n[01:55.14] I run the best plays, falcon vision, feel like Matt Ryan\n[01:57.99] Ball like my last name James, ball like my last name Wade\n[02:00.73] Fuck it, I ball like Mamba 'cause now I'm mentally sane\n[02:04.15] Number one, number two, I used to be glad to place\n[02:07.19] Who am I? Who are you? Pussy, you gon' learn today\n[02:09.76] Camera phone, niggas bold, scared to do that face to face\n[02:12.63] Head up, never that, they'd rather drive by and spray\n[02:15.44] Every generation come with different expectations\n[02:17.89] Used to want us all in college, used to want us all to make it\n[02:20.86] They don't give a fuck about us, seem like everybody famous\n[02:23.66] If we all rich with money, why the world so damn impatient?\n[02:26.77] Rush then\n[02:27.52] You gon' learn the world cold, Russians\n[02:29.62] Niggas claimin' they your brother, actin' more like cousins\n[02:32.42] Bickin' back, bein' bool, I cannot let cuz in\n[02:35.25] Played a role, then lied to you, date and time, cuz, when?\n[02:38.17] Red dot, that don't mean a headshot, body tissue\n[02:40.92] Shape some pounds off a nigga, yeah, he got body issues\n[02:43.82] I done took a step back from the topic like I forgot the issue\n[02:46.53] Someone start this shit from the top so all the bars don't miss you\n[02:49.42] Nas, Biggie, Jay-Z, man, I need that kind of stamp\n[02:52.37] Tyson, Floyd, and Ali, I'm tryna be that kind of champ\n[02:54.82] Two hundred fifty, soakin' wet, heavy when it's kind of damp\n[02:58.04] Feelin' like I'm KD 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n[03:01.94] 'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n[03:04.79] 'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n[03:07.45] Feelin' like I'm KD\n[03:10.39] 'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n[03:14.35] Oh, 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n[03:18.69] Oh\n[03:22.77] That's it\n[03:25.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Rant\n  artist: Morray\n  album: Da Rant\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (I still feel you)\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 2710\n- text: (Need you)\n  start_ms: 2710\n  end_ms: 5680\n- text: (Damn, damn)\n  start_ms: 5680\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: That shit so crazy (I still feel you, need you)\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 13420\n- text: E'rybody got a 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Who are you? Pussy, you gon' learn today\n  Camera phone, niggas bold, scared to do that face to face\n  Head up, never that, they'd rather drive by and spray\n\n  Every generation come with different expectations\n  Used to want us all in college, used to want us all to make it\n  They don't give a fuck about us, seem like everybody famous\n  If we all rich with money, why the world so damn impatient?\n\n  Rush then\n  You gon' learn the world cold, Russians\n  Niggas claimin' they your brother, actin' more like cousins\n  Bickin' back, bein' bool, I cannot let cuz in\n  Played a role, then lied to you, date and time, cuz, when?\n\n  Red dot, that don't mean a headshot, body tissue\n  Shape some pounds off a nigga, yeah, he got body issues\n  I done took a step back from the topic like I forgot the issue\n  Someone start this shit from the top so all the bars don't miss you\n\n  Nas, Biggie, Jay-Z, man, I need that kind of stamp\n  Tyson, Floyd, and Ali, I'm tryna be that kind of champ\n  Two hundred fifty, soakin' wet, heavy when it's kind of damp\n  Feelin' like I'm KD 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n\n  'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n  'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n  Feelin' like I'm KD\n  'Cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n\n  Oh, 'cause this was just the fuckin' rant\n  Oh\n  That's it\n"}]