[{"id":20745817,"name":"Polo G - No Matter What (Official Audio)","trackName":"Polo G - No Matter What (Official Audio)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G Videos","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nLost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you\nMoney only change the ones around you\nNon-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you\nAll the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you\nFeel out of place when all that fake love surround you\nBitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to\nMy dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through\nWe don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too\nAnd when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two\nIn the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through\nUsed to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands\nTryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends\nBut my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan\nFlyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand\nI don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans\nMy girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nAll my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it\nTweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation\nDoin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan\nThis street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it\nJust wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration\nFelt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient\nIf your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it\nRidin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated\nFake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it\nFuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated\nPromise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'\nProdigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated\nIn that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation\nNow I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces\nThinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it\nR.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.98] Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:11.73] We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n[00:13.96] Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n[00:16.85] Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n[00:19.59] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n[00:22.52] Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n[00:25.46] You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n[00:28.47] In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n[00:31.15] Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n[00:33.86] Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you\n[00:36.70] Money only change the ones around you\n[00:39.77] Non-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you\n[00:42.63] All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you\n[00:45.60] Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you\n[00:48.37] Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to\n[00:51.05] My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through\n[00:53.92] We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too\n[00:56.90] And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two\n[00:59.85] In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through\n[01:02.81] Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands\n[01:05.78] Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends\n[01:08.41] But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan\n[01:11.46] Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand\n[01:14.18] I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans\n[01:17.09] My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can\n[01:19.17] We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n[01:22.30] Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n[01:25.53] Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n[01:28.31] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n[01:31.11] Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n[01:33.88] You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n[01:36.80] In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n[01:39.75] Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n[01:42.75] All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it\n[01:45.45] Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation\n[01:48.25] Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan\n[01:51.28] This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it\n[01:54.02] Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration\n[01:56.62] Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient\n[01:59.73] If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it\n[02:02.78] Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated\n[02:05.33] Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it\n[02:08.30] Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated\n[02:10.62] Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'\n[02:13.94] Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated\n[02:17.08] In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation\n[02:19.68] Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces\n[02:22.65] Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it\n[02:25.90] R.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation\n[02:28.03] We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n[02:30.21] \n[02:32.57] Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n[02:34.26] Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n[02:37.15] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n[02:40.24] Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n[02:43.15] You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n[02:46.14] In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n[02:48.70] Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n[02:48.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Polo G - No Matter What (Official Audio)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Polo G Videos\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n  start_ms: 10980\n  end_ms: 11730\n- text: We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n  start_ms: 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TimTim, I remember our last conversation\n\n  We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n  Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n  Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n  War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n  Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n  You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n  In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n  Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n"},{"id":14810073,"name":"No Matter What","trackName":"No Matter What","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"No Matter What","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nLost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you\nMoney only change the ones around you\nNon-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you\nAll the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you\nFeel out of place when all that fake love surround you\nBitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to\nMy dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through\nWe don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too\nAnd when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two\nIn the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through\nUsed to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands\nTryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends\nBut my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan\nFlyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand\nI don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans\nMy girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nAll my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it\nTweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation\nDoin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan\nThis street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it\nJust wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration\nFelt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient\nIf your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it\nRidin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated\nFake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it\nFuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated\nPromise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'\nProdigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated\nIn that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation\nNow I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces\nThinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it\nR.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.91] Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n[00:11.78] We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n[00:13.95] Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n[00:16.81] Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n[00:19.53] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n[00:22.51] Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n[00:25.47] You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n[00:28.49] In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n[00:31.19] Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n[00:33.89] Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you\n[00:36.72] Money only change the ones around you\n[00:39.73] Non-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you\n[00:42.68] All the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you\n[00:45.65] Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you\n[00:48.34] Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to\n[00:51.00] My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through\n[00:53.99] We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too\n[00:56.92] And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two\n[00:59.88] In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through\n[01:02.85] Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands\n[01:05.73] Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends\n[01:08.41] But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan\n[01:11.42] Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand\n[01:14.19] I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans\n[01:17.07] My girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can\n[01:19.15] We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n[01:22.34] Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n[01:25.51] Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n[01:28.35] War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n[01:31.10] Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n[01:33.88] You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n[01:36.86] In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n[01:39.78] Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n[01:42.74] All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it\n[01:45.48] Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation\n[01:48.22] Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan\n[01:51.25] This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it\n[01:54.06] Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration\n[01:56.61] Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient\n[01:59.75] If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it\n[02:02.75] Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated\n[02:05.33] Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it\n[02:08.38] Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated\n[02:10.64] Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'\n[02:14.00] Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated\n[02:17.02] In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation\n[02:19.65] Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces\n[02:22.68] Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it\n[02:25.86] R.I.P. 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TimTim, I remember our last conversation\n\n  We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\n  Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\n  Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\n  War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\n  Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\n  You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\n  In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\n  Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n"},{"id":2656811,"name":"No Matter What","trackName":"No Matter What","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"THE GOAT","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nLost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you\nMoney only change the ones around you\nNon-believers listened to your dreams and they clowned you\nAll the same niggas showin' love used to doubt you\nFeel out of place when all that fake love surround you\nBitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to\nMy dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through\nWe don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground too\nAnd when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two\nIn the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through\nUsed to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands\nTryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends\nBut my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan\nFlyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand\nI don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans\nMy girl heart became a weakness, I did everything I can\n\nWe was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up\nNever really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up\nStandin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough\nWar zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked\nPrayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us\nYou gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up\nIn these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck\nAin't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up\n\nAll my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it\nTweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation\nDoin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to satan\nThis street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it\nJust wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration\nFelt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient\nIf your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it\nRidin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated\nFake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it\nFuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated\nPromise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til it ain't no more debatin'\nProdigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated\nIn that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation\nNow I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces\nThinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it\nR.I.P. 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