[{"id":34166736,"name":"Gang with Me","trackName":"Gang with Me","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G","duration":198.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\nThem them niggas that's gon' bang for me\nHomicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\nIt ain't no cure for all this pain in me\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\n\nBitch, I'm say \"Less gang, I just ride and let my cash speak\" (flex)\nSame niggas like to run they mouth, have some fast feet (haha)\nNigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat\nGon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (guys free)\n\nBlicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep\nStand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (boom, boom)\nRight back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me\nNigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me\n\nI'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (haha)\nIf I get on some bullshit, you know Hyde 'nem right behind me (gang)\nI know you heard 'bout Chiraq, I'm from where all the crimes be\nI need at least 'bout four M's, that's if you wanna sign me (blast)\n\nBitch, I'm somethin' great, I keep a mirror to remind me (to remind me)\nGotta wait your turn nigga, you know how that line be\nStay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be\nThen e'rybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be\n\nAnd every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\nThem them niggas that's gon' bang for me\nHomicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\nIt ain't no cure for all this pain in me\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\n\nAyy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed 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now they claim they know me personally\nThey invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary\nYou on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me\nMy price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me\n\nAnd every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\nThem them niggas that's gon' bang for me\nHomicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\nIt ain't no cure for all this pain in me\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\n\nHave mercy, oh, many men\nMany-many-many-many men\nWish death 'pon me","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.40] And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n[00:13.57] Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n[00:15.98] Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n[00:19.02] It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n[00:21.27] Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n[00:24.90] Can't let my heart turn cold\n[00:27.05] Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n[00:30.44] Can't let my heart turn cold\n[00:33.05] Bitch, I'm say \"Less gang, I just ride and let my cash speak\" (flex)\n[00:36.07] Same niggas like to run they mouth, have some fast feet (haha)\n[00:38.67] Nigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat\n[00:41.34] Gon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (guys free)\n[00:44.17] Blicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep\n[00:47.17] Stand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (boom, boom)\n[00:49.98] Right back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me\n[00:52.63] Nigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me\n[00:55.53] I'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (haha)\n[00:58.48] If I get on some bullshit, you know Hyde 'nem right behind me (gang)\n[01:01.26] I know you heard 'bout Chiraq, I'm from where all the crimes be\n[01:03.92] I need at least 'bout four M's, that's if you wanna sign me (blast)\n[01:07.07] Bitch, I'm somethin' great, I keep a mirror to remind me (to remind me)\n[01:09.62] Gotta wait your turn nigga, you know how that line be\n[01:12.56] Stay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be\n[01:15.31] Then e'rybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be\n[01:18.07] And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n[01:21.24] Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n[01:23.36] Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n[01:26.86] It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n[01:29.11] Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n[01:32.59] Can't let my heart turn cold\n[01:34.73] Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n[01:38.12] Can't let my heart turn cold\n[01:40.27] Ayy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie\n[01:43.62] Hope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me\n[01:46.43] Nigga, fuck a friend, run up them bands when I'm feelin' lonely\n[01:49.34] I stay motivated, too many people dependent on me\n[01:52.23] I'm high off so many drugs, got me losin' consciousness\n[01:54.89] Playin' with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (grrrt, pop, pop)\n[01:57.89] FN finish nigga, ain't none of that playin' possum shit\n[02:00.69] Blood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (haha)\n[02:03.36] They keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit\n[02:05.96] And we ain't movin' sloppy, so them killers left anonymous (bitch)\n[02:08.93] But niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents\n[02:11.54] Feel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (blast)\n[02:14.54] Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments\n[02:17.43] Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments\n[02:20.47] Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary\n[02:23.78] In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh)\n[02:26.60] Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally\n[02:29.45] They invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary\n[02:32.11] You on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me\n[02:35.17] My price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me\n[02:37.16] And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n[02:40.48] Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n[02:42.67] Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n[02:45.93] It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n[02:48.30] Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n[02:51.73] Can't let my heart turn cold\n[02:53.80] Have mercy, oh, many men\n[02:56.52] Many-many-many-many men\n[02:59.43] Wish death 'pon me\n[03:00.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gang with Me\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Polo G\n  duration_ms: 198000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  start_ms: 10400\n  end_ms: 13570\n- text: Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  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180940\nplain: |-\n  And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n\n  Bitch, I'm say \"Less gang, I just ride and let my cash speak\" (flex)\n  Same niggas like to run they mouth, have some fast feet (haha)\n  Nigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat\n  Gon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (guys free)\n\n  Blicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep\n  Stand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (boom, boom)\n  Right back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me\n  Nigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me\n\n  I'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (haha)\n  If I 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friend, run up them bands when I'm feelin' lonely\n  I stay motivated, too many people dependent on me\n\n  I'm high off so many drugs, got me losin' consciousness\n  Playin' with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (grrrt, pop, pop)\n  FN finish nigga, ain't none of that playin' possum shit\n  Blood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (haha)\n\n  They keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit\n  And we ain't movin' sloppy, so them killers left anonymous (bitch)\n  But niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents\n  Feel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (blast)\n\n  Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments\n  Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments\n  Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary\n  In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh)\n\n  Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally\n  They invite us to 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you know how that line be\nStay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be\nThen e'rybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be\n\nAnd every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\nThem them niggas that's gon' bang for me\nHomicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\nIt ain't no cure for all this pain in me\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\nHave mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\nCan't let my heart turn cold\n\nAyy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie\nHope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me\nNigga, fuck a friend, run up them bands when I'm feelin' lonely\nI stay motivated, too many people dependent on me\n\nI'm high off so many drugs, got me losin' consciousness\nPlayin' with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (grrrt, pop, pop)\nFN finish nigga, ain't none of that playin' possum shit\nBlood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (haha)\n\nThey keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit\nAnd we ain't movin' sloppy, so them killers left anonymous (bitch)\nBut niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents\nFeel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (blast)\n\nBitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments\nGot it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments\nAyy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary\nIn between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh)\n\nLeft me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally\nThey invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary\nYou on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me\nMy price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me\n\nAnd every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\nThem them niggas that's gon' bang for me\nHomicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\nIt ain't no cure for all 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75310\n  end_ms: 78070\n- text: And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  start_ms: 78070\n  end_ms: 81240\n- text: Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  start_ms: 81240\n  end_ms: 83360\n- text: Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  start_ms: 83360\n  end_ms: 86860\n- text: It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  start_ms: 86860\n  end_ms: 89110\n- text: Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  start_ms: 89110\n  end_ms: 92590\n- text: Can't let my heart turn cold\n  start_ms: 92590\n  end_ms: 94730\n- text: Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  start_ms: 94730\n  end_ms: 98120\n- text: Can't let my heart turn cold\n  start_ms: 98120\n  end_ms: 100270\n- text: Ayy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie\n  start_ms: 100270\n  end_ms: 103620\n- text: Hope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me\n  start_ms: 103620\n  end_ms: 106430\n- text: Nigga, fuck a friend, run up 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confident (blast)\n  start_ms: 131540\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 137430\n- text: Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments\n  start_ms: 137430\n  end_ms: 140470\n- text: Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary\n  start_ms: 140470\n  end_ms: 143780\n- text: In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh)\n  start_ms: 143780\n  end_ms: 146600\n- text: Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally\n  start_ms: 146600\n  end_ms: 149450\n- text: They invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary\n  start_ms: 149450\n  end_ms: 152110\n- text: You on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me\n  start_ms: 152110\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: My price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 157160\n- text: And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  start_ms: 157160\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 168300\n- text: Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  start_ms: 168300\n  end_ms: 171730\n- text: Can't let my heart turn cold\n  start_ms: 171730\n  end_ms: 173800\n- text: Have mercy, oh, many men\n  start_ms: 173800\n  end_ms: 176520\n- text: Many-many-many-many men\n  start_ms: 176520\n  end_ms: 179430\n- text: Wish death 'pon me\n  start_ms: 179430\n  end_ms: 180940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 180940\nplain: |-\n  And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n\n  Bitch, I'm say \"Less gang, I just ride and let my cash speak\" (flex)\n  Same niggas like to run they mouth, have some fast feet (haha)\n  Nigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat\n  Gon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (guys free)\n\n  Blicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep\n  Stand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (boom, boom)\n  Right back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me\n  Nigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me\n\n  I'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (haha)\n  If I get on some bullshit, you know Hyde 'nem right behind me (gang)\n  I know you heard 'bout Chiraq, I'm from where all the crimes be\n  I need at least 'bout four M's, that's if you wanna sign me (blast)\n\n  Bitch, I'm somethin' great, I keep a mirror to remind me (to remind me)\n  Gotta wait your turn nigga, you know how that line be\n  Stay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be\n  Then e'rybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be\n\n  And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n\n  Ayy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie\n  Hope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me\n  Nigga, fuck a friend, run up them bands when I'm feelin' lonely\n  I stay motivated, too many people dependent on me\n\n  I'm high off so many drugs, got me losin' consciousness\n  Playin' with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (grrrt, pop, pop)\n  FN finish nigga, ain't none of that playin' possum shit\n  Blood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (haha)\n\n  They keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit\n  And we ain't movin' sloppy, so them killers left anonymous (bitch)\n  But niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents\n  Feel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (blast)\n\n  Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments\n  Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments\n  Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary\n  In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh)\n\n  Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally\n  They invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary\n  You on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me\n  My price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me\n\n  And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me\n  Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me\n  Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me\n  It ain't no cure for all this pain in me\n  Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul\n  Can't let my heart turn cold\n\n  Have mercy, oh, many men\n  Many-many-many-many men\n  Wish death 'pon me\n"}]