[{"id":30215575,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"Plies-Official White Label Mixtape","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: Plies-Official White Label Mixtape\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":32313220,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"Official White Label Mixtape","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: Official White Label Mixtape\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":20679052,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"Goon Affiliated","duration":275.688,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: Goon Affiliated\n  duration_ms: 275688\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":15523432,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"Goon Affiliated (Deluxe)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: Goon Affiliated (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":9705198,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"Goon Affiliated","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: Goon Affiliated\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":36348579,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"3 Headed Monster","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: 3 Headed Monster\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"},{"id":27633331,"name":"Letter","trackName":"Letter","artistName":"Plies","albumName":"The Real Shit","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\nIt's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\nI got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\nI wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\nLet these niggas know how I really feel\nI hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\nMake sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\nMake sure I got enough reefer x2\nCause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\nThink I'm in the wrong place\nThought I was in the music business\nLotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\nEverybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\nMy brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\nA nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\nPaper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\nLabels got you niggas fooled\nGot you thinkin it's y'all pennies\nA lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\nI understand you niggas though\nCause all I hang around is bitches\nSoon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\nA bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\nFuck niggas tell lies\nReal niggas pay attention\n\nTwo niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\nNo awards, filthy rich\nGuess what? ain't trippin\nOl g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\nKillers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\nA nigga that tell the story first\nThe nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\nNiggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\nYou hear a nigga droppin names\nThe project comin out in a minute\nThe only name's you niggas say\nThe one that the streets feelin\nYou want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\nAnd niggas that talk the most shit\nThe main niggas that ain't authentic\nThe rar rar nigga\nHe the same nigga in court snitchin\nThe game real simple homey\nIt's all talk and no killin\nA bunch of niggas that sit around\nAnd try to come up with gimmicks\nIf you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\nAin't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\nTold you niggas from day one\n\"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\nReal niggas can't be emulated\nAnd y'all try to fuckin bill it\nI keep my eyes on you niggas\nAnd fuck with you from a distance\n\nMy principles is non-negotiable\nPoint, blank, period!\n\nIt's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\nBut we got the a/c on x2\n\nBaby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\nAlright I got that little shit out the way\nI got some more shit for you to type\nReady...\n\nLast niggas got shot\nSued me for ten mill\nSome more niggas playin gangster\nI found out that wasn't real\nThem yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\nNiggas go from playin gangster\nTo tellin who the shooter is\nI don't know a nigga that rob\nThat bring is camera to the crime scene\nMe somewhere without a couple shooters\nYou fuckin kiddin me?\nNiggas win oscars off of actin\nAnd I singin'\nA nigga try anything\nTo trick you off these fuckin streets\nA nigga try it all\nJust to sit down in your fuckin seat\nBein hot? I know about it\nI been that since '03\n\nGoon impersonators\nIs all you fuck niggas'll ever be\nYou either one of two things:\n\nYou either groupies or the police\n\nAh man, it's gettin kind late\nBut before I go type this shit right here\n\nI charge 40, 000\nI'm really worth 60\nThis month was kind of slow\nOnly did a quarter milli\nI'm hotter right now\nThen any nigga who ever diss me\nKnow why you mad\nCause I'm hotter than you and your city\nBeen in the streets\nSince ounce goin for 550\nMy dog just came home\nBought him the 760\n\"oh plies must be scared\nKeep his security with him\"\nSecurity not for you niggas\nMy security for these bitches\nA million dollar nigga\nIn a 30 dollar dickie\nNigga I was totin choppers\nWhen niggas was riding 20's\nNiggas was on e&j\nNigga I was drankin remy\nWas it a 745?\nFo' niggas had hemmys\nBenz on 4's dogs\nHummer 26s\nI put the 8's on the drop\nGot the 2's on the bentley\n\nAnd niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\nNigga I sell goon\nNigga just say \"how many? \"\nAin't on a hundred songs\nPussy cause I ain't friendly\n\nBills: I got none\nMoney: I got plenty\nGutter, it never left\nNigga it's still in me\nSay I'm her baby daddy\nWell that's that bitch opinion\n\nA man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\nI don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\nBut I'm a finish this shit another time homey","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Letter\n  artist: Plies\n  album: The Real Shit\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick\n  It's tuesday 4: 24 a.m\n  I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss\n  I wanna send a kit to the industry real quick\n  Let these niggas know how I really feel\n  I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker\n  Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p x2\n  Make sure I got enough reefer x2\n  Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night\n\n  Think I'm in the wrong place\n  Thought I was in the music business\n  Lotta you niggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business\n  Everybody want favors, Who you niggas fuckin kiddin?\n  My brother went to prison nigga ain't none of you niggas fuckin visit\n  A nigga want me on his album take care of fuckin business\n  Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished\n  Labels got you niggas fooled\n  Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies\n  A lotta you niggas is music whores cause y'all niggas don't get it\n  I understand you niggas though\n  Cause all I hang around is bitches\n  Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it\n  A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it\n  Fuck niggas tell lies\n  Real niggas pay attention\n\n  Two niggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't\n\n  No awards, filthy rich\n  Guess what? ain't trippin\n  Ol g's og cause them niggas control their feelings\n  Killers kill and killers don't tell you niggas that they killin\n  A nigga that tell the story first\n  The nigga don't pay no fuckin attention\n  Niggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image\n  You hear a nigga droppin names\n  The project comin out in a minute\n  The only name's you niggas say\n  The one that the streets feelin\n  You want street cred? You got to go in the streets and go an get it\n  And niggas that talk the most shit\n  The main niggas that ain't authentic\n  The rar rar nigga\n  He the same nigga in court snitchin\n  The game real simple homey\n  It's all talk and no killin\n  A bunch of niggas that sit around\n  And try to come up with gimmicks\n  If you was real homey you'll know what's real and what isn't\n  Ain't never rapped about a nigga in prison that I ain't went and fuckin vist\n  3 albums and ain't drop one name still with it\n  Told you niggas from day one\n  \"pussy nigga, I ain't friendly\"\n  Real niggas can't be emulated\n  And y'all try to fuckin bill it\n  I keep my eyes on you niggas\n  And fuck with you from a distance\n\n  My principles is non-negotiable\n  Point, blank, period!\n\n  It's kinda hot in this motherfucker x2\n\n  But we got the a/c on x2\n\n  Baby you actin like your fingers hurt\n\n  Alright I got that little shit out the way\n  I got some more shit for you to type\n  Ready...\n\n  Last niggas got shot\n  Sued me for ten mill\n  Some more niggas playin gangster\n  I found out that wasn't real\n  Them yoppers started goin off everybody fuckin squeal\n  Niggas go from playin gangster\n  To tellin who the shooter is\n  I don't know a nigga that rob\n  That bring is camera to the crime scene\n  Me somewhere without a couple shooters\n  You fuckin kiddin me?\n  Niggas win oscars off of actin\n  And I singin'\n  A nigga try anything\n  To trick you off these fuckin streets\n  A nigga try it all\n  Just to sit down in your fuckin seat\n  Bein hot? I know about it\n  I been that since '03\n\n  Goon impersonators\n  Is all you fuck niggas'll ever be\n  You either one of two things:\n\n  You either groupies or the police\n\n  Ah man, it's gettin kind late\n  But before I go type this shit right here\n\n  I charge 40, 000\n  I'm really worth 60\n  This month was kind of slow\n  Only did a quarter milli\n  I'm hotter right now\n  Then any nigga who ever diss me\n  Know why you mad\n  Cause I'm hotter than you and your city\n  Been in the streets\n  Since ounce goin for 550\n  My dog just came home\n  Bought him the 760\n  \"oh plies must be scared\n  Keep his security with him\"\n  Security not for you niggas\n  My security for these bitches\n  A million dollar nigga\n  In a 30 dollar dickie\n  Nigga I was totin choppers\n  When niggas was riding 20's\n  Niggas was on e&j\n  Nigga I was drankin remy\n  Was it a 745?\n  Fo' niggas had hemmys\n  Benz on 4's dogs\n  Hummer 26s\n  I put the 8's on the drop\n  Got the 2's on the bentley\n\n  And niggas claim to hate me but ain't got no holes in me\n  Nigga I sell goon\n  Nigga just say \"how many? \"\n  Ain't on a hundred songs\n  Pussy cause I ain't friendly\n\n  Bills: I got none\n  Money: I got plenty\n  Gutter, it never left\n  Nigga it's still in me\n  Say I'm her baby daddy\n  Well that's that bitch opinion\n\n  A man, I'm finna let you go on ahead and go home dog\n  I don't think you like to work as late as I like to work\n  But I'm a finish this shit another time homey\n"}]