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Rose\nCap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code\n\nWay more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals\nMaxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul\nAyy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those\nBetter not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed\n\nMy youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\nWe really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\nHe fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\nOn that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\nMy cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\nShe an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\nI used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\nTold my inner-self I promise you I won't change\n\nWe hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue\nPlay with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple\nShow no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you\nCatch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you\nCondolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you\nLil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal\nMy right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol\nEarned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul\nYou would think we had a whistle\n\nLil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials\nHappiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle\nI fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you\nFuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals\n\nMy youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\nWe really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\nHe fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\nOn that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\nMy cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\nShe an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\nI used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\nTold my inner-self I promise you I won't change","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.37] Mustard on the beat, ho\n[00:23.37] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[00:26.25] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[00:29.36] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[00:32.36] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\n[00:35.45] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[00:38.46] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[00:41.32] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[00:44.29] Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change\n[00:47.33] We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow\n[00:50.25] Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload\n[00:53.24] Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole\n[00:56.38] Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo\n[00:59.03] Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's\n[01:02.12] Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's\n[01:05.04] Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose\n[01:08.20] Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code\n[01:11.18] Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals\n[01:14.07] Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul\n[01:17.32] Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those\n[01:20.43] Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed\n[01:23.02] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[01:26.11] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[01:29.19] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[01:32.21] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\n[01:35.13] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[01:38.37] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[01:40.95] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[01:44.22] Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change\n[01:46.72] We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue\n[01:50.18] Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple\n[01:53.39] Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you\n[01:56.20] Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you\n[01:59.23] Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you\n[02:02.16] Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal\n[02:05.26] My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol\n[02:08.20] Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul\n[02:09.82] You would think we had a whistle\n[02:11.28] Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials\n[02:14.19] Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle\n[02:17.16] I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you\n[02:20.13] Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals\n[02:23.33] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[02:26.14] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[02:29.18] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[02:32.35] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\n[02:35.59] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[02:38.49] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[02:41.14] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[02:44.26] Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change\n[02:47.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Polo G - Heartless\n artist: Polo G\n album: Polo G - Heartless\n duration_ms: 193000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mustard on the beat, ho\n start_ms: 22370\n end_ms: 23370\n- text: My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n start_ms: 23370\n end_ms: 26250\n- text: We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n start_ms: 26250\n end_ms: 29360\n- text: He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n start_ms: 29360\n end_ms: 32360\n- text: On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang\n start_ms: 32360\n end_ms: 35450\n- text: My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n start_ms: 35450\n end_ms: 38460\n- text: She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n start_ms: 38460\n end_ms: 41320\n- text: I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n start_ms: 41320\n end_ms: 44290\n- text: Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change\n start_ms: 44290\n end_ms: 47330\n- text: We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow\n start_ms: 47330\n end_ms: 50250\n- text: Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload\n start_ms: 50250\n end_ms: 53240\n- text: Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole\n start_ms: 53240\n end_ms: 56380\n- text: Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo\n start_ms: 56380\n end_ms: 59030\n- text: Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's\n start_ms: 59030\n end_ms: 62120\n- text: Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's\n start_ms: 62120\n end_ms: 65040\n- text: Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. 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Rose\n Cap, how you make it out this shit? 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Rose\n[01:08.20] Cap, how you make it out this shit? 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Rose\n\"Cap, how you make it out this shit?\" I got the cheat code\nWay more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals\nMaxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul\nAye, never tell a statement, we won't leak those\nBetter not go talkin to them people, better keep closed\nMy youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\nWe really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\nHe fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\nOn that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\nMy cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\nShe an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\nI used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\nTold my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"\nWe hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue\nPlay with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple\nShow no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you\nCatch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you\nCondolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you\nLil' Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal\nMy right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol\nEarned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul\nYou would think we had a whistle\nLil' Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials\nHappiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle\nI fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you\nFuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals\nMy youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\nWe really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\nHe fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\nOn that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\nMy cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\nShe an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\nI used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\nTold my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.77] (Mustard on the beat, ho)\n[00:23.07] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[00:25.97] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[00:28.78] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[00:31.85] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\n[00:34.75] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[00:37.83] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[00:40.75] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[00:43.79] Told my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"\n[00:46.69] We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow\n[00:49.78] Catch an opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload\n[00:52.86] Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole\n[00:55.78] Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo\n[00:58.82] Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's\n[01:01.75] Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's\n[01:04.79] Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose\n[01:07.80] \"Cap, how you make it out this shit?\" I got the cheat code\n[01:10.77] Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals\n[01:13.84] Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul\n[01:16.80] Aye, never tell a statement, we won't leak those\n[01:19.87] Better not go talkin to them people, better keep closed\n[01:22.72] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[01:25.76] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[01:28.70] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[01:31.74] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\n[01:34.74] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[01:37.76] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[01:40.73] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[01:43.75] Told my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"\n[01:46.71] We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue\n[01:49.86] Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple\n[01:52.90] Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you\n[01:55.99] Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you\n[01:58.97] Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you\n[02:01.86] Lil' Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal\n[02:04.90] My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol\n[02:07.83] Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul\n[02:09.60] You would think we had a whistle\n[02:10.87] Lil' Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials\n[02:13.85] Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle\n[02:16.78] I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you\n[02:19.81] Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals\n[02:22.76] My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n[02:25.78] We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n[02:28.74] He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n[02:31.80] On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\n[02:34.78] My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n[02:37.76] She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n[02:40.71] I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n[02:43.72] Told my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Heartless (feat. 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Rose\n \"Cap, how you make it out this shit?\" I got the cheat code\n Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals\n Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul\n Aye, never tell a statement, we won't leak those\n Better not go talkin to them people, better keep closed\n My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\n My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n Told my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"\n We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue\n Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple\n Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you\n Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you\n Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you\n Lil' Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal\n My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol\n Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul\n You would think we had a whistle\n Lil' Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials\n Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle\n I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you\n Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals\n My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games\n We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range\n He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains\n On that corner I can't stay up out that dope game\n My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine\n She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame\n I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane\n Told my inner-self, \"I promise you I won't change\"\n"}]