[{"id":5751720,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"Crop Circle 2","duration":132.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\nUh\n\nCrop circle came out, then my life changed\nCopped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\nI-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\nMy music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\nI gave Midgy my weed line\n\nNow, I can go studio more with all this free time\nI ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\nEvery week Midgy drops me off a envelope\nCOVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\nMy instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\nWhile my guys on me to import key's from Spain\nThere's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\nAnd what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\nThem envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\nSo, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\nHe's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\nLucky they got intercepted on the test run\nTwenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\nQuittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\nWish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\nBut I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\nFresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\nI'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\nWhy you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\nThought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\nThese niggas will never get my respect\n'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\nI still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\nThese youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\nIt's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\nI go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\nGo-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\nWe're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\nI ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\nI put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\nWanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\nAh\nYo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\nYou get me?\n(Pull up, show and prove like my producer)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.61] Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n[00:08.68] Uh\n[00:10.01] Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n[00:12.25] Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n[00:15.05] I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n[00:17.36] My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n[00:20.15] I gave Midgy my weed line\n[00:22.48] Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n[00:25.22] I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n[00:28.32] Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n[00:30.23] COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n[00:32.98] 'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n[00:35.13] My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n[00:37.41] While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n[00:40.22] There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n[00:42.33] And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n[00:45.08] Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n[00:47.67] So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n[00:50.15] He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n[00:53.19] \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n[00:55.33] Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n[00:57.57] Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n[01:00.36] Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n[01:02.75] Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n[01:05.43] But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n[01:07.95] 'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n[01:10.64] Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n[01:13.10] I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n[01:15.76] Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n[01:18.67] Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n[01:20.91] These niggas will never get my respect\n[01:23.18] 'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n[01:25.55] I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n[01:27.91] These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n[01:30.73] It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n[01:33.11] I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n[01:35.87] Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n[01:38.39] We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n[01:40.79] I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n[01:43.29] I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n[01:46.22] 'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\n[01:48.13] Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n[01:51.98] Ah\n[01:54.95] Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n[01:57.54] You get me?\n[02:09.10] (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n[02:11.39] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  album: Crop Circle 2\n  duration_ms: 132000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n  start_ms: 5610\n  end_ms: 8680\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 8680\n  end_ms: 10010\n- text: Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n  start_ms: 17360\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: I gave Midgy my weed line\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 22480\n- text: Now, 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connect\n  start_ms: 47670\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 53190\n- text: '\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"'\n  start_ms: 53190\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57570\n- text: Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n  start_ms: 57570\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62750\n- text: Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n  start_ms: 62750\n  end_ms: 65430\n- text: But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n  start_ms: 65430\n  end_ms: 67950\n- text: '''Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for'\n  start_ms: 67950\n  end_ms: 70640\n- text: Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n  start_ms: 70640\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 75760\n- text: Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n  start_ms: 75760\n  end_ms: 78670\n- text: Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n  start_ms: 78670\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: These niggas will never get my respect\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83180\n- text: '''Cause they ain''t got no morals, they do anything for a cheque'\n  start_ms: 83180\n  end_ms: 85550\n- text: I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n  start_ms: 85550\n  end_ms: 87910\n- text: These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n  start_ms: 87910\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93110\n- text: I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n  start_ms: 93110\n  end_ms: 95870\n- text: Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n  start_ms: 95870\n  end_ms: 98390\n- text: We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n  start_ms: 98390\n  end_ms: 100790\n- text: I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n  start_ms: 100790\n  end_ms: 103290\n- text: I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n  start_ms: 103290\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: '''Cause they see me buzzin'' like a beehive'\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 111980\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 111980\n  end_ms: 114950\n- text: Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n  start_ms: 114950\n  end_ms: 117540\n- text: You get me?\n  start_ms: 117540\n  end_ms: 129100\n- text: (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n  start_ms: 129100\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 131390\nplain: |-\n  Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n  Uh\n\n  Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n  Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n  I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n  My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n  I gave Midgy my weed line\n\n  Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n  I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n  Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n  COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n  'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\n  My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n  While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n  There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n  And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n  Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\n  So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n  He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n  \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n  Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n  Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\n  Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n  Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n  But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n  'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n  Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\n  I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n  Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n  Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n  These niggas will never get my respect\n  'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\n  I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n  These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n  It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n  I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\n  Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n  We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n  I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n  I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n  'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\n  Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\n  Ah\n  Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n  You get me?\n  (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n"},{"id":33067592,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"From Church Rd. to Hollywood","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\nUh\n\nCrop circle came out, then my life changed\nCopped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\nI-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\nMy music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\nI gave Midgy my weed line\n\nNow, I can go studio more with all this free time\nI ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\nEvery week Midgy drops me off a envelope\nCOVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\nMy instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\nWhile my guys on me to import key's from Spain\nThere's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\nAnd what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\nThem envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\nSo, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\nHe's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\nLucky they got intercepted on the test run\nTwenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\nQuittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\nWish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\nBut I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\nFresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\nI'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\nWhy you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\nThought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\nThese niggas will never get my respect\n'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\nI still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\nThese youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\nIt's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\nI go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\nGo-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\nWe're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\nI ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\nI put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\nWanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\nAh\nYo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\nYou get me?\n(Pull up, show and prove like my producer)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.61] Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n[00:08.68] Uh\n[00:10.01] Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n[00:12.25] Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n[00:15.05] I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n[00:17.36] My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n[00:20.15] I gave Midgy my weed line\n[00:22.48] Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n[00:25.22] I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n[00:28.32] Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n[00:30.23] COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n[00:32.98] 'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n[00:35.13] My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n[00:37.41] While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n[00:40.22] There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n[00:42.33] And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n[00:45.08] Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n[00:47.67] So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n[00:50.15] He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n[00:53.19] \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n[00:55.33] Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n[00:57.57] Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n[01:00.36] Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n[01:02.75] Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n[01:05.43] But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n[01:07.95] 'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n[01:10.64] Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n[01:13.10] I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n[01:15.76] Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n[01:18.67] Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n[01:20.91] These niggas will never get my respect\n[01:23.18] 'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n[01:25.55] I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n[01:27.91] These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n[01:30.73] It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n[01:33.11] I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n[01:35.87] Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n[01:38.39] We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n[01:40.79] I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n[01:43.29] I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n[01:46.22] 'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\n[01:48.13] Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n[01:51.98] Ah\n[01:54.95] Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n[01:57.54] You get me?\n[02:09.10] (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n[02:11.39] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  album: From Church Rd. to Hollywood\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n  start_ms: 5610\n  end_ms: 8680\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 8680\n  end_ms: 10010\n- text: Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n  start_ms: 17360\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: I gave Midgy my weed line\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 22480\n- text: Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n  start_ms: 22480\n  end_ms: 25220\n- text: I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n  start_ms: 25220\n  end_ms: 28320\n- text: Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n  start_ms: 28320\n  end_ms: 30230\n- text: COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n  start_ms: 30230\n  end_ms: 32980\n- text: '''Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket'\n  start_ms: 32980\n  end_ms: 35130\n- text: My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n  start_ms: 35130\n  end_ms: 37410\n- text: While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n  start_ms: 37410\n  end_ms: 40220\n- text: There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n  start_ms: 40220\n  end_ms: 42330\n- text: And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n  start_ms: 42330\n  end_ms: 45080\n- text: Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n  start_ms: 45080\n  end_ms: 47670\n- text: So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n  start_ms: 47670\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 53190\n- text: '\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"'\n  start_ms: 53190\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57570\n- text: Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n  start_ms: 57570\n  end_ms: 60360\n- text: Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n  start_ms: 60360\n  end_ms: 62750\n- text: Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n  start_ms: 62750\n  end_ms: 65430\n- text: But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n  start_ms: 65430\n  end_ms: 67950\n- text: '''Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for'\n  start_ms: 67950\n  end_ms: 70640\n- text: Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n  start_ms: 70640\n  end_ms: 73100\n- text: I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n  start_ms: 73100\n  end_ms: 75760\n- text: Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n  start_ms: 75760\n  end_ms: 78670\n- text: Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n  start_ms: 78670\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: These niggas will never get my respect\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 83180\n- text: '''Cause they ain''t got no morals, they do anything for a cheque'\n  start_ms: 83180\n  end_ms: 85550\n- text: I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n  start_ms: 85550\n  end_ms: 87910\n- text: These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n  start_ms: 87910\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93110\n- text: I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n  start_ms: 93110\n  end_ms: 95870\n- text: Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n  start_ms: 95870\n  end_ms: 98390\n- text: We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n  start_ms: 98390\n  end_ms: 100790\n- text: I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n  start_ms: 100790\n  end_ms: 103290\n- text: I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n  start_ms: 103290\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: '''Cause they see me buzzin'' like a beehive'\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 111980\n- text: Ah\n  start_ms: 111980\n  end_ms: 114950\n- text: Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n  start_ms: 114950\n  end_ms: 117540\n- text: You get me?\n  start_ms: 117540\n  end_ms: 129100\n- text: (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n  start_ms: 129100\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 131390\nplain: |-\n  Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n  Uh\n\n  Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n  Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n  I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n  My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n  I gave Midgy my weed line\n\n  Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n  I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n  Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n  COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n  'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\n  My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n  While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n  There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n  And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n  Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\n  So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n  He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n  \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n  Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n  Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\n  Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n  Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n  But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n  'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n  Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\n  I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n  Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n  Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n  These niggas will never get my respect\n  'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\n  I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n  These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n  It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n  I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\n  Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n  We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n  I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n  I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n  'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\n  Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\n  Ah\n  Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n  You get me?\n  (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n"},{"id":20145490,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"Crabs In A Bucket","duration":146.352,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ibiza, I had the time of my life\nCame home, found out my dad had cancer, coulda cried all night\nTold my agent, \"No more shows, I'm tryna lay low\"\nEnded up back on the block, doin' the same old\nJazzy said I'm dumb cah I'm still makin' packs flip\nOn the strip, Lyca, soon get back on this rap shit\nBut time goes fast and a year went quick\nI turned down them festivals to be here on the strip\nLast year, I got signed to the majors for some big cream\nThey wanna hear music, I ain't even got a sixteen\nI'm too busy movin' these pies\nGuess the hood got me institutionalized\nUh, this shit got my blood pressure high\nI just wanna be free like some doves in the sky\nI'm way too rich to stand in the ends\nThe best things in my life are free, family and friends\nI thought he was my guy but he was in it to gain\nI got shanked, no one's on it but I didn't complain\nEveryone thinks I'm in pen, I'm chillin' in Spain\nWhile they hate my success but they're feelin' my pain, let's go\nI'm never at home, I should be there more\nTime flies, how's my daughter already in year four?\nAnd I'm still on the mains, akh, I'm dumb\nI should be flyin' out to Jamaica with my mum\nBut I don't need this rap ting, with all this haze, I ain't poor\nWhen they gave my nigga life, I felt like sprayin' up the court\nAsk my nigga Midgy how he flood the drought\nCan't talk around my iPhone or at home, feds bugged my house\nI spent my whole life hustlin' in the trap\nInvisible knife stuck in my back\nFam, the block adopted me\nUsed to buy bricks now I'm coppin' property\nIt's Nines\nYo, Quincy?\n\"Yo, my brother\"\nMy G, I'm in the studio you know\nI beg you send that, um, flippin' beat over\nThe one that me and Nafe did\n\"The actual beat?\"\nYeah, just the beat\nNah, nah, but I'll try shout him\nBut shout him to um, shout me if anythin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.00] Ibiza, I had the time of my life\n[00:24.37] Came home, found out my dad had cancer, coulda cried all night\n[00:27.82] Told my agent, \"No more shows, I'm tryna lay low\"\n[00:30.90] Ended up back on the block, doin' the same old\n[00:33.72] Jazzy said I'm dumb cah I'm still makin' packs flip\n[00:36.58] On the strip, Lyca, soon get back on this rap shit\n[00:39.23] But time goes fast and a year went quick\n[00:41.60] I turned down them festivals to be here on the strip\n[00:44.44] Last year, I got signed to the majors for some big cream\n[00:47.50] They wanna hear music, I ain't even got a sixteen\n[00:50.43] I'm too busy movin' these pies\n[00:52.98] Guess the hood got me institutionalized\n[00:55.72] Uh, this shit got my blood pressure high\n[00:58.64] I just wanna be free like some doves in the sky\n[01:01.34] I'm way too rich to stand in the ends\n[01:04.01] The best things in my life are free, family and friends\n[01:06.82] I thought he was my guy but he was in it to gain\n[01:09.63] I got shanked, no one's on it but I didn't complain\n[01:12.40] Everyone thinks I'm in pen, I'm chillin' in Spain\n[01:15.21] While they hate my success but they're feelin' my pain, let's go\n[01:18.74] I'm never at home, I should be there more\n[01:21.27] Time flies, how's my daughter already in year four?\n[01:24.07] And I'm still on the mains, akh, I'm dumb\n[01:26.44] I should be flyin' out to Jamaica with my mum\n[01:29.23] But I don't need this rap ting, with all this haze, I ain't poor\n[01:32.09] When they gave my nigga life, I felt like sprayin' up the court\n[01:34.89] Ask my nigga Midgy how he flood the drought\n[01:37.33] Can't talk around my iPhone or at home, feds bugged my house\n[01:40.98] I spent my whole life hustlin' in the trap\n[01:43.58] Invisible knife stuck in my back\n[01:46.57] Fam, the block adopted me\n[01:49.04] Used to buy bricks now I'm coppin' property\n[01:51.57] It's Nines\n[01:52.36] Yo, Quincy?\n[01:53.99] \"Yo, my brother\"\n[01:55.62] My G, I'm in the studio you know\n[01:57.81] I beg you send that, um, flippin' beat over\n[02:00.28] The one that me and Nafe did\n[02:02.22] \"The actual beat?\"\n[02:04.68] Yeah, just the beat\n[02:09.14] Nah, nah, but I'll try shout him\n[02:12.63] But shout him to um, shout me if anythin'","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  album: Crabs In A Bucket\n  duration_ms: 146352\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ibiza, I had the time of my life\n  start_ms: 22000\n  end_ms: 24370\n- text: Came home, found out my dad had cancer, coulda cried all night\n  start_ms: 24370\n  end_ms: 27820\n- text: Told my agent, \"No more shows, I'm tryna lay low\"\n  start_ms: 27820\n  end_ms: 30900\n- text: Ended up back on the block, doin' the same old\n  start_ms: 30900\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: Jazzy said I'm dumb cah I'm still makin' packs flip\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36580\n- text: On the strip, Lyca, soon get back on this rap shit\n  start_ms: 36580\n  end_ms: 39230\n- text: But time goes fast and a year went quick\n  start_ms: 39230\n  end_ms: 41600\n- text: I turned down them festivals to be here on the strip\n  start_ms: 41600\n  end_ms: 44440\n- text: Last year, I got signed to the majors for some big cream\n  start_ms: 44440\n  end_ms: 47500\n- text: They wanna hear music, I ain't even got a sixteen\n  start_ms: 47500\n  end_ms: 50430\n- text: I'm too busy movin' these pies\n  start_ms: 50430\n  end_ms: 52980\n- text: Guess the hood got me institutionalized\n  start_ms: 52980\n  end_ms: 55720\n- text: Uh, this shit got my blood pressure high\n  start_ms: 55720\n  end_ms: 58640\n- text: I just wanna be free like some doves in the sky\n  start_ms: 58640\n  end_ms: 61340\n- text: I'm way too rich to stand in the ends\n  start_ms: 61340\n  end_ms: 64010\n- text: The best things in my life are free, family and friends\n  start_ms: 64010\n  end_ms: 66820\n- text: I thought he was my guy but he was in it to gain\n  start_ms: 66820\n  end_ms: 69630\n- text: I got shanked, no one's on it but I didn't complain\n  start_ms: 69630\n  end_ms: 72400\n- text: Everyone thinks I'm in pen, I'm chillin' in Spain\n  start_ms: 72400\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: While they hate my success but they're feelin' my pain, let's go\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 78740\n- text: I'm never at home, I should be there more\n  start_ms: 78740\n  end_ms: 81270\n- text: Time flies, how's my daughter already in year four?\n  start_ms: 81270\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: And I'm still on the mains, akh, I'm dumb\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 86440\n- text: I should be flyin' out to Jamaica with my mum\n  start_ms: 86440\n  end_ms: 89230\n- text: But I don't need this rap ting, with all this haze, I ain't poor\n  start_ms: 89230\n  end_ms: 92090\n- text: When they gave my nigga life, I felt like sprayin' up the court\n  start_ms: 92090\n  end_ms: 94890\n- text: Ask my nigga Midgy how he flood the drought\n  start_ms: 94890\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: Can't talk around my iPhone or at home, feds bugged my house\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: I spent my whole life hustlin' in the trap\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 103580\n- text: Invisible knife stuck in my back\n  start_ms: 103580\n  end_ms: 106570\n- text: Fam, the block adopted me\n  start_ms: 106570\n  end_ms: 109040\n- text: Used to buy bricks now I'm coppin' property\n  start_ms: 109040\n  end_ms: 111570\n- text: It's Nines\n  start_ms: 111570\n  end_ms: 112360\n- text: Yo, Quincy?\n  start_ms: 112360\n  end_ms: 113990\n- text: '\"Yo, my brother\"'\n  start_ms: 113990\n  end_ms: 115620\n- text: My G, I'm in the studio you know\n  start_ms: 115620\n  end_ms: 117810\n- text: I beg you send that, um, flippin' beat over\n  start_ms: 117810\n  end_ms: 120280\n- text: The one that me and Nafe did\n  start_ms: 120280\n  end_ms: 122220\n- text: '\"The actual beat?\"'\n  start_ms: 122220\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: Yeah, just the beat\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 129140\n- text: Nah, nah, but I'll try shout him\n  start_ms: 129140\n  end_ms: 132630\n- text: But shout him to um, shout me if anythin'\n  start_ms: 132630\nplain: |-\n  Ibiza, I had the time of my life\n  Came home, found out my dad had cancer, coulda cried all night\n  Told my agent, \"No more shows, I'm tryna lay low\"\n  Ended up back on the block, doin' the same old\n  Jazzy said I'm dumb cah I'm still makin' packs flip\n  On the strip, Lyca, soon get back on this rap shit\n  But time goes fast and a year went quick\n  I turned down them festivals to be here on the strip\n  Last year, I got signed to the majors for some big cream\n  They wanna hear music, I ain't even got a sixteen\n  I'm too busy movin' these pies\n  Guess the hood got me institutionalized\n  Uh, this shit got my blood pressure high\n  I just wanna be free like some doves in the sky\n  I'm way too rich to stand in the ends\n  The best things in my life are free, family and friends\n  I thought he was my guy but he was in it to gain\n  I got shanked, no one's on it but I didn't complain\n  Everyone thinks I'm in pen, I'm chillin' in Spain\n  While they hate my success but they're feelin' my pain, let's go\n  I'm never at home, I should be there more\n  Time flies, how's my daughter already in year four?\n  And I'm still on the mains, akh, I'm dumb\n  I should be flyin' out to Jamaica with my mum\n  But I don't need this rap ting, with all this haze, I ain't poor\n  When they gave my nigga life, I felt like sprayin' up the court\n  Ask my nigga Midgy how he flood the drought\n  Can't talk around my iPhone or at home, feds bugged my house\n  I spent my whole life hustlin' in the trap\n  Invisible knife stuck in my back\n  Fam, the block adopted me\n  Used to buy bricks now I'm coppin' property\n  It's Nines\n  Yo, Quincy?\n  \"Yo, my brother\"\n  My G, I'm in the studio you know\n  I beg you send that, um, flippin' beat over\n  The one that me and Nafe did\n  \"The actual beat?\"\n  Yeah, just the beat\n  Nah, nah, but I'll try shout him\n  But shout him to um, shout me if anythin'\n"},{"id":19266679,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"Crop Circle 3","duration":116.7778048,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, Nina\nYo, my guy\nI need a little pack, man, I need somethin'\nBro, ain't you heard? \"Tapped Out,\" I don't trap no more\nAh, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard, \"Tapped Out,\" bro\nBut, it's money bro, tap in\nBro, last time I did that, I went jail, bro\nAh, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro\nListen, I text everyone\nI've even asked Nort West Ebro\nI said who should I shout, guess who he said\nAlright, who he say?\nNina, bubu\nBro, man's out, bro, allow me, man\nUh, c-came out of jail like I'm over trappin'\nI-I got customers tellin' me, \"I know you're cappin'\"\n'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin'\nI-I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened\nI spit bars 'cause I love it\nThat's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget\nUh, like I can't go on Insta' live, count a mill'\nI pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm soon out my deal\nI couldn't wait for the day\nMy album came out, now, they chase me to stay\nBut, in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan\nThey're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man\nYou ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me\nI got bookings, but, probation won't let me out the country\nT-Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey\nP-Plus, I got all these necks tryna entice me\nI can't roll with the muscle-tee\nI always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (fuck you mean?)\nThink I won't air it out, now, I'm bait\nCopped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight\nIt's, it's that Nina with the Nina shit\nSmokin' weed the same colour as the floor and cleaner kit\nC-Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free\nA-All this money make these hoes wanna marry me\nN-Niggas mad, I thought they'll be happy when I blow\nUsed to line twenty niggas up, slapped them in a row\nThey wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me\nAnd, I swear to Zino, nigga, Crop Circle 3\nIt's Nines","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  album: Crop Circle 3\n  duration_ms: 116778\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, Nina\n  Yo, my guy\n  I need a little pack, man, I need somethin'\n  Bro, ain't you heard? \"Tapped Out,\" I don't trap no more\n  Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard, \"Tapped Out,\" bro\n  But, it's money bro, tap in\n  Bro, last time I did that, I went jail, bro\n  Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro\n  Listen, I text everyone\n  I've even asked Nort West Ebro\n  I said who should I shout, guess who he said\n  Alright, who he say?\n  Nina, bubu\n  Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man\n  Uh, c-came out of jail like I'm over trappin'\n  I-I got customers tellin' me, \"I know you're cappin'\"\n  'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin'\n  I-I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened\n  I spit bars 'cause I love it\n  That's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget\n  Uh, like I can't go on Insta' live, count a mill'\n  I pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm soon out my deal\n  I couldn't wait for the day\n  My album came out, now, they chase me to stay\n  But, in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan\n  They're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man\n  You ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me\n  I got bookings, but, probation won't let me out the country\n  T-Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey\n  P-Plus, I got all these necks tryna entice me\n  I can't roll with the muscle-tee\n  I always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (fuck you mean?)\n  Think I won't air it out, now, I'm bait\n  Copped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight\n  It's, it's that Nina with the Nina shit\n  Smokin' weed the same colour as the floor and cleaner kit\n  C-Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free\n  A-All this money make these hoes wanna marry me\n  N-Niggas mad, I thought they'll be happy when I blow\n  Used to line twenty niggas up, slapped them in a row\n  They wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me\n  And, I swear to Zino, nigga, Crop Circle 3\n  It's Nines\n"},{"id":19318502,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"Quit While You're Ahead","duration":121.944,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\nUh\n\nCrop circle came out, then my life changed\nCopped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\nI-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\nMy music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\nI gave Midgy my weed line\n\nNow, I can go studio more with all this free time\nI ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\nEvery week Midgy drops me off a envelope\nCOVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\nMy instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\nWhile my guys on me to import key's from Spain\nThere's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\nAnd what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\nThem envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\nSo, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\nHe's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\nLucky they got intercepted on the test run\nTwenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\nQuittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\nWish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\nBut I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\nFresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\nI'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\nWhy you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\nThought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\nThese niggas will never get my respect\n'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\nI still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\nThese youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\nIt's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\nI go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\nGo-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\nWe're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\nI ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\nI put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\nWanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\nAh\nYo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\nYou get me?\n(Pull up, show and prove like my producer)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.61] Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n[00:08.68] Uh\n[00:10.01] Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n[00:12.25] Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n[00:15.05] I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n[00:17.36] My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n[00:20.15] I gave Midgy my weed line\n[00:22.48] Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n[00:25.22] I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n[00:28.32] Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n[00:30.23] COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n[00:32.98] 'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n[00:35.13] My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n[00:37.41] While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n[00:40.22] There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n[00:42.33] And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n[00:45.08] Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n[00:47.67] So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n[00:50.15] He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n[00:53.19] \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n[00:55.33] Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n[00:57.57] Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n[01:00.36] Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n[01:02.75] Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n[01:05.43] But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n[01:07.95] 'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n[01:10.64] Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n[01:13.10] I'm 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Nines\n"},{"id":21983012,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Nines","albumName":"One Foot In","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\nUh\n\nCrop circle came out, then my life changed\nCopped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\nI-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\nMy music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\nI gave Midgy my weed line\n\nNow, I can go studio more with all this free time\nI ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\nEvery week Midgy drops me off a envelope\nCOVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n\nMy instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\nWhile my guys on me to import key's from Spain\nThere's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\nAnd what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\nThem envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n\nSo, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\nHe's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n\"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\nLucky they got intercepted on the test run\nTwenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\nQuittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\nWish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\nBut I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\nFresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\nI'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\nWhy you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\nThought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\nThese niggas will never get my respect\n'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\nI still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\nThese youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\nIt's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\nI go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\nGo-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\nWe're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\nI ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\nI put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\nWanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n\nAh\nYo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\nYou get me?\n(Pull up, show and prove like my producer)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.61] Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n[00:08.68] Uh\n[00:10.01] Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n[00:12.25] Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n[00:15.05] I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n[00:17.36] My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n[00:20.15] I gave Midgy my weed line\n[00:22.48] Now, I can go studio more with all this free time\n[00:25.22] I ain't goin' jail 'cause I ain't sellin' coke, just a little weed\n[00:28.32] Every week Midgy drops me off a envelope\n[00:30.23] COVID came,we ain't gettin' packs in, but fuck it\n[00:32.98] 'Bout to drop my new album, crabs In a bucket\n[00:35.13] My instincts are tellin' me to leave the game\n[00:37.41] While my guys on me to import key's from Spain\n[00:40.22] There's no shows so these rappers are barely gettin' funds\n[00:42.33] And what's worse is these fans tryna compare me to these bums\n[00:45.08] Them envelopes started gettin' thin like a check\n[00:47.67] So, I flew out to Barca to link the connect\n[00:50.15] He's showin' me tenco packs, I'm like, \"cool, fam\"\n[00:53.19] \"My partner gonna hit you on the encro chat\"\n[00:55.33] Lucky they got intercepted on the test run\n[00:57.57] Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n[01:00.36] Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n[01:02.75] Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n[01:05.43] But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n[01:07.95] 'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n[01:10.64] Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n[01:13.10] I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n[01:15.76] Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n[01:18.67] Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n[01:20.91] These niggas will never get my respect\n[01:23.18] 'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n[01:25.55] I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n[01:27.91] These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n[01:30.73] It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n[01:33.11] I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n[01:35.87] Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n[01:38.39] We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n[01:40.79] I ain't blow up overnight, bitch, I had to move patiently\n[01:43.29] I put in ground work, still got these fools hatin' me\n[01:46.22] 'Cause they see me buzzin' like a beehive\n[01:48.13] Wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5, nigga\n[01:51.98] Ah\n[01:54.95] Yo, bro wanna see me back on the block goin' halves on a 3.5\n[01:57.54] You get me?\n[02:09.10] (Pull up, show and prove like my producer)\n[02:11.39] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  album: One Foot In\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Come like a nigga just chasin' waterfalls and shit\n  start_ms: 5610\n  end_ms: 8680\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 8680\n  end_ms: 10010\n- text: Crop circle came out, then my life changed\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 12250\n- text: Copped my dad a benz off the lot, I copped mummsy a nice range\n  start_ms: 12250\n  end_ms: 15050\n- text: I-I-I was movin' boxes everyday\n  start_ms: 15050\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: My music took off, so I stopped sellin' Yay\n  start_ms: 17360\n  end_ms: 20150\n- text: I gave Midgy my weed line\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 22480\n- text: Now, 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Twenty-eight keys, but it would've been a hundred on the next one\n\n  Quittin' when you're ahead ain't the same as quittin'\n  Wish I realised that before I came to prison, uh\n  But I ain't helpin' anyone no more\n  'Cause most my biggest haters are niggas I did the most for\n  Fresh home and I'm already beefin' with my chick\n\n  I'm gettin' dough, but shit's slow, fam, I need to hit a lick, uh\n  Why you don't fuck with me like I fuck with you?\n  Thought you was OTF, you got a whole 'nother crew\n  These niggas will never get my respect\n  'Cause they ain't got no morals, they do anything for a cheque\n\n  I still get them packs in, they love me in the drought\n  These youngins don't want money, the new currency is clout\n  It's worst than the streets, the industry full of vultures\n  I go gun shoppin' and give them all to my soldiers\n\n  Go-got to thank God for blowin' air into my lungs\n  We're blessed, still ain't goin' anywhere without these guns\n  I ain't blow up overnight, 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went to the 'ville, I had to send him a bills\n\n  That's why I tell them I ain't got packs for sale\n  I'd rather run off to Dubai before I go back to jail\n  No time to be acting paddy\n  Told him if it ain't fire then I mail that shit back to Caddy\n\n  We're now selling pies\n  My nigga went Cunch in a rental and built an enterprise\n  Right now it's hard to get loads of keys\n  I need a different plug like a charger overseas\n  You don't wanna see my guys spray\n  I got sixteen in this .45 like Freaky Friday\n  Grown men acting like some groupies\n  Bunch of could've been niggas, probably should've signed to Drewski\n  The world kept moving, I was stuck in prison\n  Came home like El Chapo, I had tunnel vision\n\n  Too much snitching, now the game's done\n  Feds by my yard, I told Alexa to play dumb\n\n  All them opps are going soft\n  They know if I feel triggered, shots are going off\n  Back when I bought an ounce, I was in the trap house\n  When 80s OD'd, man, that shit was 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(Ice City Boyz)\nShit, I'm happy to be back with you niggas, yo\nIt's officially here\nThat Nina wid da Nina, Gone Till November, niggas it's out\nHold up Maestro stop the beat, hold on pull that back\nFree my nigga Inches, the original host of the tapes (Aight cool)\nShouts out to all my niggas in the pen\nFree Jiga, free Scrapz, [?], free Fundz, free Little Wavy, \n[?], Gunz, Bob, free Burnz, free [?], free Squid, free Omar, \nAnd free my nigga Nina\nUh\nYeah\nBare litigation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: \"1.0\"\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Keyz Intro\n  artist: Nines\n  instrumental: false\n  album: Gone Till November\n  duration_ms: 64000\nlines: null\nplain: >-\n  Hey yo yo yo, it's your nigga Big Keyz aka Capo (Crime Scene niggas)\n\n  Straight out of Church Road, reppin that Crime Scene\n\n  See that's for the niggas that knew me from the start, before we at the pot.\n  (Ice City Boyz)\n\n  Shit, I'm happy to be back with you niggas, yo\n\n  It's officially here\n\n  That Nina wid da Nina, Gone Till November, niggas it's out\n\n  Hold up Maestro stop the beat, hold on pull that back\n\n  Free my nigga Inches, the original host of the tapes (Aight cool)\n\n  Shouts out to all my niggas in the pen\n\n  Free Jiga, free Scrapz, [?], free Fundz, free Little Wavy, \n\n  [?], Gunz, Bob, free Burnz, free [?], free Squid, free Omar, \n\n  And free my nigga Nina\n\n  Uh\n\n  Yeah\n\n  Bare litigation\n"}]