[{"id":36268082,"name":"Polo G - Chinatown","trackName":"Polo G - Chinatown","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G - Chinatown","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They been killin' legends —\nI refuse to put my pole up\nFoenem, trigger-happy\nBet them bullets fuck his soul up\nWith this shit since birth\n'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\nThe streets don't love you back —\nBut that's some shit they never told us\n\nIn my neighborhood we reckless, bitch\nThe police can't control us\nWe too hardbody —\nGet in that jam and we won't fold up\nNew i8 got wings\nI hop out fresh and let them doors up\nThey know who I am just off my name —\nI bet them hoes fuck\n\nNever know what's next up in this shit\nJust gotta play it out\nMama told me, \"Watch them niggas —\nThey'll take you out.\"\nWhy everybody on my dick?\nWhat's all the hate about?\nAllergic to the fake —\nThey get too close, I might start breaking out\n\nGoofy talking 'bout fucked one of my guys\nBut he can't say it now\nHe was dropping T's — is you stupid?\nLeft him stankin' now\nLike a date at Ruth's Chris, we lurking\nWe been staking out\nWe gon' take him on a field trip\nTo come see what this danger 'bout\n\nWas tryna do them drive-bys\nBut now we on the paper route\nThey flexed on me with rolls —\nShit don't compare to what I'm making now\nNever had shit; 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every chance I get\n  Pull them blue faces out\n  Running up them commas, bitch —\n  I'm best friends with my bank account\n\n  She played me back in high school\n  Wanna fuck because I'm famous now\n  She ate a Plan B —\n  Pussy too good for me to take it out\n  At first they ain't believe\n  They see the pictures that I'm painting now\n  And I was the underdog —\n  I got 'em claiming I'm they favorite now\n\n  They been killin' legends —\n  I refuse to put my pole up\n  Foenem, trigger-happy\n  Bet them bullets fuck his soul up\n  With this shit since birth\n  'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\n  The streets don't love you back —\n  But that's some shit they never told us\n  In my neighborhood we reckless, bitch\n  The police can't control us\n  We too hardbody —\n  Get in that jam and we won't fold up\n  New i8 got wings\n  I hop out fresh and let them doors up\n  They know who I am just off my name —\n  I bet them hoes fuck\n\n  Every time I drop\n  Apply that pressure — I ain't lettin' up\n  I heard Durv say, \"Nothing spazzin',\"\n  I'm like, \"Bet it up.\"\n  That boy think he on my ass\n  He just catchin' up\n  If we see them lights, we do the dash —\n  Bitch, you ain't catchin' us\n\n  We enforcing shit, know how we rocking —\n  Who gon' question us?\n  Let her meet the gang\n  This my lil' bro — is you gon' let him fuck?\n  Posted on the strip, a hundred shots\n  We got them weapons tucked\n  If he get out of line\n  Like pool parties we gon' wet him up\n\n  Big 30 on me —\n  Splash brothers like I play with Klay\n  Deep up in that water, it's piranhas\n  Hollows ate his face\n  They tried to tell me I couldn't do it\n  But I made a wave\n  Now I got a few M's in the vault\n  Just for a rainy day\n\n  They been killin' legends —\n  I refuse to put my pole up\n  Foenem, trigger-happy\n  Bet them bullets fuck his soul up\n  With this shit since birth\n  'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\n  The streets don't love you back —\n  But that's some shit they never told us\n  In my neighborhood we reckless, bitch\n  The police can't control us\n  We too hardbody —\n  Get in that jam and we won't fold up\n  New i8 got wings\n  I hop out fresh and let them doors up\n  They know who I am just off my name —\n  I bet them hoes fuck\n"},{"id":16536239,"name":"Polo G - Chinatown (Official Audio)","trackName":"Polo G - Chinatown (Official Audio)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G Videos","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, Ayo\n\nThey been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up\nFoenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up\nWith this shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\nThe streets don't love you back\nBut that's some shit they never told us\nIn my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us\nWe too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up\nNew i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up\nThey know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck\n\nNever know what's next up in this shit, just gotta play it out\nMama told me watch them niggas, they'll take you out\nWhy everybody on my dick? 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they'll take you out\n  Why everybody on my dick? What's all the hate about?\n  Allergic to the fake, they get too close, I might start breaking out\n  Goofy talking 'bout fuck one of my guys, but he can't say it now\n  He was dropping T's, is you stupid? Left him stanking now\n  Like a date at Ruth's Chris, we lurking, we been staking out\n  We gon' take him on a field trip to come see what this danger 'bout\n  Was tryna do them drive-bys, but now we on the paper route\n  They flexed on me with rolls\n  Shit don't compare to what I'm makin' now\n  Never had shit, every chance I get, pull them blue faces out\n  Runnin' up them commas, bitch, I'm best friends with my bank account\n  She played me back in high school, wanna fuck because I'm famous now\n  She ate a Plan B, pussy too good for me to take it out\n  At first they ain't believe\n  They see the pictures that I'm paintin' now\n  I was the underdog, I got 'em claiming I'm they favorite now\n\n  They been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up\n  Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up\n  With this shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\n  The streets don't love you back\n  But that's some shit they never told us\n  In my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us\n  We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up\n  New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up\n  They know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck\n\n  Every time I drop, apply that pressure, I ain't lettin' up\n  I heard Durv say nothin' spazzin', I'm like, \"Bet it up\"\n  That boy think he on my ass, he just catchin' up\n  If we see them lights, we do the dash, bitch, you ain't catchin' us\n  We enforcin' shit, know how we rockin', who gon' question us?\n  Let her meet the gang, this my lil' bro, is you gon' let him fuck?\n  Posted on the strip, a hundred shots, we got them weapons tucked\n  If he get out of line, like pool parties, we gon' wet him up\n  Big .30 on me, splash brothers like I play with Klay\n  Deep up in that water, it's piranhas, hollows ate his face\n  They tried to tell me I couldn't do it, but I made a way\n  Now I got a few M's in the vault just for a rainy day\n\n  They been killin' legends, I refuse to put my pole up\n  Foenem trigger happy, bet them bullets fuck his soul up\n  With this shit since birth 'cause this the lifestyle that chose us\n  The streets don't love you back\n  But that's some shit they never told us\n  In my neighborhood, we reckless, bitch, the police can't control us\n  We too hardbody, get in that jam and we won't fold up\n  New i8 got wings, I hop out fresh and let them doors up\n  They know who I am, just off my name, I bet them hoes fuck\n"},{"id":32462187,"name":"Chinatown Pt 2","trackName":"Chinatown Pt 2","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G Songs","duration":132.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo, Ayo)\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n\nI hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\nThey cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\nThat feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\nGang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n\nMy opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\nSpeedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\nI knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\nThey tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n\nFell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\nLong addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\nFuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\nLike Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\nWe ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\nI'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\nI keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\nI tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.85] (Yo, Ayo)\n[00:12.82] I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n[00:16.21] Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n[00:19.66] Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n[00:22.96] No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n[00:26.05] Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n[00:29.31] This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n[00:32.67] Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n[00:36.02] Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n[00:39.19] I hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\n[00:42.43] They cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\n[00:45.52] That feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\n[00:49.07] Gang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n[00:52.29] My opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\n[00:55.60] Speedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\n[00:58.91] I knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\n[01:02.12] They tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n[01:05.42] Fell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\n[01:08.50] Long addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\n[01:11.90] Fuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? 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Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\n  Like Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\n  We ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\n  I'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\n  I keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\n  I tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\n  I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n  Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n  Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n  No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\n  Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n  This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n  Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n  Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)\n"},{"id":24428227,"name":"Chinatown Pt 2","trackName":"Chinatown Pt 2","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Chinatown Pt 2","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo, Ayo)\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n\nI hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\nThey cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\nThat feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\nGang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n\nMy opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\nSpeedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\nI knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\nThey tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n\nFell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\nLong addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\nFuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\nLike Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\nWe ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\nI'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\nI keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\nI tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.85] (Yo, Ayo)\n[00:12.82] I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n[00:16.21] Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n[00:19.66] Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n[00:22.96] No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n[00:26.05] Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n[00:29.31] This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n[00:32.67] Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n[00:36.02] Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n[00:39.19] I hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\n[00:42.43] They cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\n[00:45.52] That feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\n[00:49.07] Gang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n[00:52.29] My opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\n[00:55.60] Speedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\n[00:58.91] I knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\n[01:02.12] They tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n[01:05.42] Fell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\n[01:08.50] Long addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\n[01:11.90] Fuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\n  Like Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\n  We ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\n  I'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\n  I keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\n  I tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\n  I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n  Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n  Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n  No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\n  Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n  This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n  Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n  Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)\n"},{"id":26473230,"name":"Chinatown Pt 2","trackName":"Chinatown Pt 2","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Hood Poet Black Heart Edition","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo, Ayo)\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n\nI hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\nThey cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\nThat feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\nGang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n\nMy opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\nSpeedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\nI knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\nThey tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n\nFell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\nLong addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\nFuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\nLike Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\nWe ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\nI'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\nI keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\nI tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.85] (Yo, Ayo)\n[00:12.82] I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n[00:16.21] Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n[00:19.66] Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n[00:22.96] No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n[00:26.05] Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n[00:29.31] This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n[00:32.67] Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n[00:36.02] Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n[00:39.19] I hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\n[00:42.43] They cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\n[00:45.52] That feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\n[00:49.07] Gang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n[00:52.29] My opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\n[00:55.60] Speedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\n[00:58.91] I knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\n[01:02.12] They tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n[01:05.42] Fell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\n[01:08.50] Long addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\n[01:11.90] Fuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? 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Doin' what? Loaded weapon, my Glock-22 is tucked\n  Like Stephen, my shooters clutch, I ain't get the impression that you was tough, uh\n\n  We ain't recruitin', bro, you won't fit, don't want no new niggas in my clique\n  I'ma stick to the niggas I grew up with, you ain't go to them funerals, you wasn't sick\n  I keep puttin' that shit on the Rick, we on the dynamic duo list\n  I tried to take his soul, but I missed, as long as you know I'ma shoot my stick\n\n  I was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\n  Say I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\n  Stuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\n  No more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\n  Always choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\n  This shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\n  Clappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\n  Chillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers (lawn mowers)\n"},{"id":26811626,"name":"Chinatown Part 2","trackName":"Chinatown Part 2","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Hood Poet (Black Heart Edition)","duration":158.066939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo, Ayo)\n\nI was in a rage when my feelin's died, but it keep my heart sore\nSay I'm still okay when I'm feelin' bad, you can see I'm not sure\nStuck in a dark phase, tryna get some cash, that's what he gon' rob for\nNo more hard days, they didn't last, had to speak to God more\n\nAlways choose gang, I ain't switchin' sides, knee-deep in our war\nThis shit'll never change, pistol and a mask, what I keep in my drawer\nClappin' shit for days when we spinnin' back, we need an encore\nChillin' with the snakes up in the grass, no need for lawn mowers\n\nI hit the streets, no time for college, I was knee-deep in the 'Raq with goblins\nThey cutthroat, ain't tired of robbin', a Perc' to cope, I'm high, I'm noddin'\nThat feelin' when B died was the oddest, Evergreen my street sign, yeah, that's our shit\nGang with me in Cali, mobbin', steaks to eat, got tired of Ramen\n\nMy opps gotta be gay way they on my dick, but they won't come out the closet\nSpeedin' on the E-way, clutchin' on my blick, death comin', I'm tryna dodge it\nI knew that nigga was broke, only talk about money, but it don't come out his pockets\nThey tryna play me close 'cause they want somethin' from me, e'rybody so outta options\n\nFell in love with these pills, I'm chewin' up, e'ry time I come down, I'm bootin' up\nLong addiction, sittin' on a tour bus, me and my twin in this bitch like it's two of us\nFuck, I look like scared of you? Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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Doin' what? 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