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to count a couple hundred thousand\n\nLook, it ain't a game like Nintendo\nGotta watch how you movin' on them ten toes\nNothin' is by the book, niggas switchin' up\nSnitchin' becomin' bool, niggas switchin' up\nHim and his enemigos, yeah they clickin' up\nOn the 'Gram now and you ain't knowin' what is what\nAll this ho shit at a all time high\nThey only tend to love you when you're hurt, mhm\nI ain't gotta speak on it, you got a brain\nIf the shoe fit, wear that brain\nSituation's dirty, then you clean up quick\nOne mop, two cans on some aerosol shit\nWe just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I'm Farmer John\nMr. All Kind Of Knick Knacks, pick you one\nLook my vibe on the scale, yeah weigh it up\nCall me 36, get your wages up\n\n'Cause on the way up, nobody asked for me\nBut on the way down, that's what they all wanna see\nThat's where they want me to be\nNobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\nWhat it took to stay ten toes down\nNobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\nWhere I been, 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to hide\nI been pickin' up bags, location on the fly\nJust bringin' up priors, legal phone got me lookin' tired\nAnd the drive here least five hours\nTop shelf dope, I ain't smokin' nothin' sour\nNowadays need a money counter just to count a couple hundred thousand\n\nLook, it ain't a game like Nintendo\nGotta watch how you movin' on them ten toes\nNothin' is by the book, niggas switchin' up\nSnitchin' becomin' bool, niggas switchin' up\nHim and his enemigos, yeah they clickin' up\nOn the 'Gram now and you ain't knowin' what is what\nAll this ho shit at a all time high\nThey only tend to love you when you're hurt, mhm\nI ain't gotta speak on it, you got a brain\nIf the shoe fit, wear that brain\nSituation's dirty, then you clean up quick\nOne mop, two cans on some aerosol shit\nWe just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I'm Farmer John\nMr. All Kind Of Knick Knacks, pick you one\nLook my vibe on the scale, yeah weigh it up\nCall me 36, get your wages up\n\n'Cause on the way up, nobody 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shit at an all-time high\n[01:18.83] They only tend to love you when yo' ass (mm)\n[01:21.56] I ain't gotta speak on it, you got a brain\n[01:23.70] If the shoe fit, wear that bitch\n[01:25.97] Situation's dirty, then you clean up quick\n[01:28.28] One mop, two cans, on some aerosol shit\n[01:31.01] We just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I'm Farmer John\n[01:33.87] Mister all kinda knick-knacks, pick you one\n[01:36.30] Look, my vibe on the scale, yeah, weigh it up\n[01:39.15] Call me thirty-six, get yo' wages up\n[01:41.74] 'Cause on the way up, nobody asked for me\n[01:45.35] But on the way down, is what they all wanna see\n[01:48.87] That's where they want me to be\n[01:50.47] Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n[01:53.44] What it took to stay ten toes down\n[01:55.57] Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n[01:58.57] Where I been, thank the Lord, I made it out\n[02:00.58] Nobody knows\n[02:04.68] \n[02:10.53] Nobody knows\n[02:12.73] (Ooh-oh)\n[02:20.69] Nobody 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Him and his enemigos, yeah, they cliquin' up\n  start_ms: 71330\n  end_ms: 73650\n- text: On the 'Gram now, and you ain't knowin' what is what\n  start_ms: 73650\n  end_ms: 76530\n- text: All this hoe shit at an all-time high\n  start_ms: 76530\n  end_ms: 78820\n- text: They only tend to love you when yo' ass (mm)\n  start_ms: 78820\n  end_ms: 81540\n- text: I ain't gotta speak on it, you got a brain\n  start_ms: 81540\n  end_ms: 83700\n- text: If the shoe fit, wear that bitch\n  start_ms: 83700\n  end_ms: 85900\n- text: Situation's dirty, then you clean up quick\n  start_ms: 85900\n  end_ms: 88210\n- text: One mop, two cans, on some aerosol shit\n  start_ms: 88210\n  end_ms: 91020\n- text: We just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I'm Farmer John\n  start_ms: 91020\n  end_ms: 93830\n- text: Mister all kinda knick-knacks, pick you one\n  start_ms: 93830\n  end_ms: 96390\n- text: Look, my vibe on the scale, yeah, weigh it up\n  start_ms: 96390\n  end_ms: 99180\n- text: Call me thirty-six, get yo' wages up\n  start_ms: 99180\n  end_ms: 101770\n- text: '''Cause on the way up, nobody asked for me'\n  start_ms: 101770\n  end_ms: 105350\n- text: But on the way down, is what they all wanna see\n  start_ms: 105350\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: That's where they want me to be\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110430\n- text: Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n  start_ms: 110430\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: What it took to stay ten toes down\n  start_ms: 113440\n  end_ms: 115560\n- text: Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n  start_ms: 115560\n  end_ms: 118590\n- text: Where I been, thank the Lord, I made it out\n  start_ms: 118590\n  end_ms: 120580\n- text: Nobody knows\n  start_ms: 120580\n  end_ms: 123650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 123650\n  end_ms: 126680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 126680\n  end_ms: 130500\n- text: Nobody knows\n  start_ms: 130500\n  end_ms: 132800\n- text: (Ooh-oh)\n  start_ms: 132800\n  end_ms: 140660\n- text: Nobody knows\n  start_ms: 140660\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 142830\nplain: |-\n  I had to grind, had a lot of money on my mind\n  Started off with a drawer full of dimes\n  Started lookin' for love, it was hard for me to find\n  Bitches tell me they love me, I never believe them lies\n  These niggas tell me they love me, I never believe them lies\n  I promise if you my brother, then I just want you to shine\n  Yeah, I done put it all on the line behind Moz\n  And I couldn't stop cryin', my little nigga died\n\n  Took a couple trips and yeah, you want me to slide\n  You know what it's behind, we ain't worried about the time (yeah)\n  Suckas on my line, ain't nowhere for me to hide\n  I been picking up bags, location on the fly\n  Judge bringin' up priors, legal phone got me lookin' tired\n  And the drive here at least five hours, top shelf dope, I ain't smokin' nothin' sour\n  Nowadays, need a money counter, just to count a couple hundred thousand\n\n  Look, it ain't a game like Nintendo\n  Gotta watch how you movin' on them ten toes\n  Nothin' is by the book, niggas switchin' up\n  Snitchin' becomin' bool, niggas bitchin' up\n  Him and his enemigos, yeah, they cliquin' up\n  On the 'Gram now, and you ain't knowin' what is what\n  All this hoe shit at an all-time high\n  They only tend to love you when yo' ass (mm)\n\n  I ain't gotta speak on it, you got a brain\n  If the shoe fit, wear that bitch\n  Situation's dirty, then you clean up quick\n  One mop, two cans, on some aerosol shit\n  We just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I'm Farmer John\n  Mister all kinda knick-knacks, pick you one\n  Look, my vibe on the scale, yeah, weigh it up\n  Call me thirty-six, get yo' wages up\n\n  'Cause on the way up, nobody asked for me\n  But on the way down, is what they all wanna see\n  That's where they want me to be\n  Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n  What it took to stay ten toes down\n  Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows\n  Where I been, thank the Lord, I made it out\n  Nobody knows\n\n  Nobody knows\n\n  (Ooh-oh)\n  Nobody knows\n"}]