[{"id":12018219,"name":"Clarity","trackName":"Clarity","artistName":"Nipsey Hussle","albumName":"Nipsey Hussle Single's & Features","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\n\nI limo tint the coupe ain't no clarity in my whip\nThat Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\nI ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up\nAll my money go away when I count it up\n\nUsed kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves\nFoggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve\nKeep a couple pistols in my furniture\nEvery time they serve my set, we came to service yours\nTell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard\nAll these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?\nWe never wave no white flag in this urban war\nHead shots so you murder stores\nCheck out my perfect form\nStraight out the eye of this perfect storm\nI did my mine with a perfect score\nDon't waste time we just work some more\nRolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes\nI'ma take it overboard\nGoyard by my .44\nGo hard cause this world is yours\nI'ma pay that fee\nSmoked out with E-40 on\nBossed up like a Corleone\nIn these Maybach seats\n\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\nThat Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\nI ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up\nAll my money go away when I count it up\n\nProjects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?\nOnly motivation I ever needed was Section 8\nPissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late\nCoke and dope we separate\nAin't bagged it yet, they better wait\nS600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features\nFree my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces\nForeign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement\nOne of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it\nBackwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'\nThis that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person\nReal niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses\nClarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses\nOn Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter\nTwenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features\nCuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers\nSun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it?\nDave East nigga\n\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\nThat Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\nI ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up\nAll my money go away when I count it up","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.44] Yeah, yeah\n[00:12.18] I limo tint the coupe ain't no clarity in my whip\n[00:15.35] That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\n[00:18.23] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\n[00:21.53] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\n[00:25.68] I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n[00:27.95] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n[00:31.15] All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n[00:34.07] All my money go away when I count it up\n[00:37.22] Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves\n[00:41.91] Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve\n[00:44.91] Keep a couple pistols in my furniture\n[00:48.04] Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours\n[00:51.26] Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard\n[00:54.42] All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?\n[00:57.52] We never wave no white flag in this urban war\n[01:00.63] Head shots so you murder stores\n[01:03.31] Check out my perfect form\n[01:05.77] Straight out the eye of this perfect storm\n[01:07.22] I did my mine with a perfect score\n[01:09.63] Don't waste time we just work some more\n[01:11.83] Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes\n[01:15.18] I'ma take it overboard\n[01:16.85] Goyard by my .44\n[01:19.00] Go hard cause this world is yours\n[01:21.25] I'ma pay that fee\n[01:23.09] Smoked out with E-40 on\n[01:25.17] Bossed up like a Corleone\n[01:27.68] In these Maybach seats\n[01:29.88] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\n[01:32.30] That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\n[01:34.03] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\n[01:37.27] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\n[01:40.46] I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n[01:43.76] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n[01:47.01] All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n[01:50.04] All my money go away when I count it up\n[01:53.42] Projects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?\n[01:57.17] Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8\n[02:00.41] Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late\n[02:03.55] Coke and dope we separate\n[02:06.38] Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait\n[02:07.73] S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features\n[02:09.89] Free my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces\n[02:12.75] Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement\n[02:16.06] One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it\n[02:19.32] Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'\n[02:22.38] This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person\n[02:25.37] Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses\n[02:29.89] Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses\n[02:32.01] On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter\n[02:35.00] Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features\n[02:38.42] Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers\n[02:41.59] Sun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it?\n[02:45.06] Dave East nigga\n[02:46.92] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\n[02:48.93] That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\n[02:50.25] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\n[02:52.70] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\n[02:56.51] I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n[02:59.34] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n[03:02.80] All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n[03:06.04] All my money go away when I count it up\n[03:07.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Clarity\n artist: Nipsey Hussle\n album: Nipsey Hussle Single's & Features\n duration_ms: 192000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 9440\n end_ms: 12180\n- text: I limo tint the coupe 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ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n All my money go away when I count it up\n\n Projects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?\n Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8\n Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late\n Coke and dope we separate\n Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait\n S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features\n Free my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces\n Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement\n One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it\n Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'\n This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person\n Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses\n Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses\n On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter\n Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features\n Cuzzo 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ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\nAll my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)\nUsed kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves (mornin' swerves)\nFoggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve (my learning curve)\nKeep a couple pistols in my furniture (furniture)\nEvery time they serve my set, we come and service yours (service yours)\nTell you somethin' 'bout my city case you never heard (never heard)\nAll these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more? (Murder more?)\nWe never wave no white flag in this urban war (this urban war)\nHead shots so you murder stars (murder stars), check out my perfect form\nStraight out the eye of this perfect storm (perfect storm)\nI did mine with a perfect score (perfect score)\nDon't waste time, we just work some more (work some more)\nRolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes, I'ma take it overboard (overboard)\nGoyard by my .44 (.44), go hard 'cause this world is yours (this world is yours)\nI'ma pay that fee (pay that fee), smoked out with E-40 on (with E-40 on)\nBossed up like a Corleone (like a Corleone) in these Maybach seats\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\nThat Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\nI ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up (up) (Nip, what's crackin', nigga?)\nAll my money go one way when I count it up (count it up) (uh)\nProjects to the condo (uh), thinkin' 'bout should I decorate? (Should I?)\nOnly motivation I ever needed was Section 8 (that's all I need)\nPissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late (I'm up)\nCoke and dope, we separate, ain't bagged it yet, they better wait (hold on)\nS600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features (nice)\nFree my cousin, the D's caught him with a hundred pieces\nForeign visas, smokin' in Japan (Tokyo), I'm from the cement\nOne of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it (fuck outta here)\nBackwoods still burnin' out (uh), Maserati murkin'\nThis that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person (certified)\nReal niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses (my life)\nClarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses (facts)\nOn Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter (got you)\nTwenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features (woo)\nCuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers (ha)\nSun up to sundown, I used to trap, I was like, \"Who need it?\" (East, nigga)\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\nThat Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\nI ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\nAll my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.10] Yeah, yeah\n[00:10.47] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[00:14.20] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[00:17.39] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[00:20.43] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[00:23.81] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[00:27.04] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[00:30.13] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n[00:33.44] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)\n[00:38.15] Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves (mornin' swerves)\n[00:41.10] Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve (my learning curve)\n[00:44.21] Keep a couple pistols in my furniture (furniture)\n[00:47.03] Every time they serve my set, we come and service yours (service yours)\n[00:50.46] Tell you somethin' 'bout my city case you never heard (never heard)\n[00:53.76] All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more? (Murder more?)\n[00:56.97] We never wave no white flag in this urban war (this urban war)\n[01:00.03] Head shots so you murder stars (murder stars), check out my perfect form\n[01:03.89] Straight out the eye of this perfect storm (perfect storm)\n[01:06.24] I did mine with a perfect score (perfect score)\n[01:08.70] Don't waste time, we just work some more (work some more)\n[01:10.97] Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes, I'ma take it overboard (overboard)\n[01:15.43] Goyard by my .44 (.44), go hard 'cause this world is yours (this world is yours)\n[01:20.14] I'ma pay that fee (pay that fee), smoked out with E-40 on (with E-40 on)\n[01:23.95] Bossed up like a Corleone (like a Corleone) in these Maybach seats\n[01:26.79] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[01:30.03] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[01:33.01] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[01:36.34] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[01:39.49] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[01:42.85] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[01:45.86] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up) (Nip, what's crackin', nigga?)\n[01:48.56] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up) (uh)\n[01:52.54] Projects to the condo (uh), thinkin' 'bout should I decorate? (Should I?)\n[01:56.21] Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8 (that's all I need)\n[01:59.61] Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late (I'm up)\n[02:02.55] Coke and dope, we separate, ain't bagged it yet, they better wait (hold on)\n[02:05.73] S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features (nice)\n[02:08.81] Free my cousin, the D's caught him with a hundred pieces\n[02:11.76] Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan (Tokyo), I'm from the cement\n[02:15.01] One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it (fuck outta here)\n[02:18.21] Backwoods still burnin' out (uh), Maserati murkin'\n[02:21.08] This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person (certified)\n[02:24.18] Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses (my life)\n[02:27.60] Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses (facts)\n[02:30.80] On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter (got you)\n[02:34.46] Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features (woo)\n[02:37.37] Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers (ha)\n[02:40.35] Sun up to sundown, I used to trap, I was like, \"Who need it?\" (East, nigga)\n[02:42.23] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[02:45.24] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[02:48.55] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[02:51.65] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[02:55.03] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[02:58.04] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[03:01.58] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n[03:04.76] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Clarity\n artist: Nipsey Hussle\n album: Clarity\n duration_ms: 193000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 8100\n end_ms: 10470\n- text: I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n start_ms: 10470\n end_ms: 14200\n- text: That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n start_ms: 14200\n end_ms: 17390\n- text: That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n start_ms: 17390\n end_ms: 20430\n- text: I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n start_ms: 20430\n end_ms: 23810\n- text: I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n start_ms: 23810\n end_ms: 27040\n- text: You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n start_ms: 27040\n end_ms: 30130\n- text: All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n start_ms: 30130\n end_ms: 33440\n- text: All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)\n start_ms: 33440\n end_ms: 38150\n- text: Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves (mornin' swerves)\n start_ms: 38150\n end_ms: 41100\n- text: Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve (my learning curve)\n start_ms: 41100\n end_ms: 44210\n- text: Keep a couple pistols in my furniture (furniture)\n start_ms: 44210\n end_ms: 47030\n- text: Every time they serve my set, we come and service yours (service yours)\n start_ms: 47030\n end_ms: 50460\n- text: Tell you somethin' 'bout my city case you never heard (never heard)\n start_ms: 50460\n end_ms: 53760\n- text: All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more? 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(Should I?)\nOnly motivation I ever needed was Section 8 (that's all I need)\nPissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late (I'm up)\nCoke and dope, we separate, ain't bagged it yet, they better wait (hold on)\nS600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features (nice)\nFree my cousin, the D's caught him with a hundred pieces\nForeign visas, smokin' in Japan (Tokyo), I'm from the cement\nOne of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it (fuck outta here)\nBackwoods still burnin' out (uh), Maserati murkin'\nThis that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person (certified)\nReal niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses (my life)\nClarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses (facts)\nOn Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter (got you)\nTwenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features (woo)\nCuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers (ha)\nSun up to sundown, I used to trap, I was like, \"Who need it?\" (East, nigga)\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\nThat Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\nI ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\nAll my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.10] Yeah, yeah\n[00:10.47] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[00:14.20] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[00:17.39] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[00:20.43] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[00:23.81] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[00:27.04] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[00:30.13] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n[00:33.44] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)\n[00:38.15] Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves (mornin' swerves)\n[00:41.10] Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve (my learning curve)\n[00:44.21] Keep a couple pistols in my furniture (furniture)\n[00:47.03] Every time they serve my set, we come and service yours (service yours)\n[00:50.46] Tell you somethin' 'bout my city case you never heard (never heard)\n[00:53.76] All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more? (Murder more?)\n[00:56.97] We never wave no white flag in this urban war (this urban war)\n[01:00.03] Head shots so you murder stars (murder stars), check out my perfect form\n[01:03.89] Straight out the eye of this perfect storm (perfect storm)\n[01:06.24] I did mine with a perfect score (perfect score)\n[01:08.70] Don't waste time, we just work some more (work some more)\n[01:10.97] Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes, I'ma take it overboard (overboard)\n[01:15.43] Goyard by my .44 (.44), go hard 'cause this world is yours (this world is yours)\n[01:20.14] I'ma pay that fee (pay that fee), smoked out with E-40 on (with E-40 on)\n[01:23.95] Bossed up like a Corleone (like a Corleone) in these Maybach seats\n[01:26.79] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[01:30.03] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[01:33.01] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[01:36.34] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[01:39.49] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[01:42.85] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[01:45.86] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up) (Nip, what's crackin', nigga?)\n[01:48.56] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up) (uh)\n[01:52.54] Projects to the condo (uh), thinkin' 'bout should I decorate? (Should I?)\n[01:56.21] Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8 (that's all I need)\n[01:59.61] Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late (I'm up)\n[02:02.55] Coke and dope, we separate, ain't bagged it yet, they better wait (hold on)\n[02:05.73] S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features (nice)\n[02:08.81] Free my cousin, the D's caught him with a hundred pieces\n[02:11.76] Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan (Tokyo), I'm from the cement\n[02:15.01] One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it (fuck outta here)\n[02:18.21] Backwoods still burnin' out (uh), Maserati murkin'\n[02:21.08] This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person (certified)\n[02:24.18] Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses (my life)\n[02:27.60] Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses (facts)\n[02:30.80] On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter (got you)\n[02:34.46] Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features (woo)\n[02:37.37] Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers (ha)\n[02:40.35] Sun up to sundown, I used to trap, I was like, \"Who need it?\" (East, nigga)\n[02:42.23] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n[02:45.24] That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n[02:48.55] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n[02:51.65] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n[02:55.03] I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n[02:58.04] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n[03:01.58] All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n[03:04.76] All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Clarity (feat. 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(Should I?)\n Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8 (that's all I need)\n Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late (I'm up)\n Coke and dope, we separate, ain't bagged it yet, they better wait (hold on)\n S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features (nice)\n Free my cousin, the D's caught him with a hundred pieces\n Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan (Tokyo), I'm from the cement\n One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it (fuck outta here)\n Backwoods still burnin' out (uh), Maserati murkin'\n This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person (certified)\n Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses (my life)\n Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses (facts)\n On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter (got you)\n Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features (woo)\n Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers (ha)\n Sun up to sundown, I used to trap, I was like, \"Who need it?\" (East, nigga)\n I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip (my whip)\n That Rollie bezzle dancin', that's clarity on my wrist (my wrist)\n That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip (my hip)\n I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel (feel)\n I ain't gon' keep on stressin' no problems, I'm doin' drugs (drugs)\n You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up (up)\n All my enemies defeated, we run it up (up)\n All my money go one way when I count it up (count it up)\n"},{"id":27623308,"name":"Clarity ft Bino Rideaux & Dave East","trackName":"Clarity ft Bino Rideaux & Dave East","artistName":"Nipsey Hussle","albumName":"Slauson Boy 2","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\n\nI limo tint the coupe ain't no clarity in my whip\nThat Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\nI ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up\nAll my money go away when I count it up\n\nUsed kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves\nFoggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve\nKeep a couple pistols in my furniture\nEvery time they serve my set, we came to service yours\nTell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard\nAll these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?\nWe never wave no white flag in this urban war\nHead shots so you murder stores\nCheck out my perfect form\nStraight out the eye of this perfect storm\nI did my mine with a perfect score\nDon't waste time we just work some more\nRolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes\nI'ma take it overboard\nGoyard by my .44\nGo hard cause this world is yours\nI'ma pay that fee\nSmoked out with E-40 on\nBossed up like a Corleone\nIn these Maybach seats\n\nI limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\nThat Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\nThat .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\nI ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\nI ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\nYou can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\nAll my enemies defeated, we run it up\nAll my money go away when I count it up\n\nProjects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?\nOnly motivation I ever needed was Section 8\nPissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late\nCoke and dope we separate\nAin't bagged it yet, they better wait\nS600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features\nFree my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces\nForeign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement\nOne of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it\nBackwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'\nThis that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person\nReal niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses\nClarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi 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war\n[01:00.66] Head shots so you murder stores\n[01:03.35] Check out my perfect form\n[01:05.75] Straight out the eye of this perfect storm\n[01:07.20] I did my mine with a perfect score\n[01:09.66] Don't waste time we just work some more\n[01:11.80] Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes\n[01:15.19] I'ma take it overboard\n[01:16.86] Goyard by my .44\n[01:18.99] Go hard cause this world is yours\n[01:21.28] I'ma pay that fee\n[01:23.02] Smoked out with E-40 on\n[01:25.12] Bossed up like a Corleone\n[01:27.67] In these Maybach seats\n[01:29.86] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\n[01:32.34] That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\n[01:34.06] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\n[01:37.21] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\n[01:40.46] I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n[01:43.78] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n[01:47.06] All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n[01:50.05] All my money go away when I count it up\n[01:53.43] Projects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate?\n[01:57.14] Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8\n[02:00.40] Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late\n[02:03.58] Coke and dope we separate\n[02:06.34] Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait\n[02:07.79] S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features\n[02:09.83] Free my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces\n[02:12.78] Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement\n[02:16.01] One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it\n[02:19.37] Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin'\n[02:22.35] This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person\n[02:25.36] Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses\n[02:29.82] Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses\n[02:32.05] On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter\n[02:35.03] Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features\n[02:38.42] Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers\n[02:41.54] Sun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it?\n[02:45.00] Dave East nigga\n[02:46.90] I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my whip\n[02:48.91] That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist\n[02:50.22] That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip\n[02:52.73] I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel\n[02:56.59] I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n[02:59.38] You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n[03:02.87] All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n[03:06.05] All my money go away when I count it up\n[03:07.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Clarity\n artist: Nipsey Hussle feat. 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gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs\n You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up\n All my enemies defeated, we run it up\n All my money go away when I count it up\n\n Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves\n Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve\n Keep a couple pistols in my furniture\n Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours\n Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard\n All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?\n We never wave no white flag in this urban war\n Head shots so you murder stores\n Check out my perfect form\n Straight out the eye of this perfect storm\n I did my mine with a perfect score\n Don't waste time we just work some more\n Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes\n I'ma take it overboard\n Goyard by my .44\n Go hard cause this world is yours\n I'ma pay that fee\n Smoked out with E-40 on\n Bossed up like a Corleone\n In these Maybach seats\n\n I limo tint the coupe, ain't no clarity in my 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