[{"id":36605215,"name":"Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Reapyy\n(Haze, call me back)\nUh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\nYoungin' just 20, richest in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\nWake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\nYoung nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\nI done ran it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.86] Reapyy\n[00:08.63] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.13] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.44] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.37] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.15] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.09] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.18] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.13] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.56] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.20] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.07] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.58] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.11] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.28] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.90] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.34] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.95] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.67] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.34] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.27] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.68] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.33] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.63] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.88] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.26] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.93] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.28] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.82] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.36] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.60] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.28] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.96] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.76] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.01] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.69] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.23] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.12] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.67] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.02] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.13] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.04] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.23] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.29] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.49] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.49] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.36] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.36] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.54] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.44] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.72] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.77] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.68] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.60] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.64] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.91] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.17] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":17335026,"name":"Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Polo G Songs","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\nYoung and just twenty bitches in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's fucked up for lunch since a child\nWake up and the chef throwin' shit down\nThat nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\nI be runnin' it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef no more, you better bow\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Polo G Songs\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":16710240,"name":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Polo G Songs\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":12909073,"name":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Polo G Videos\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":14823153,"name":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\nYoung and just twenty bitches in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's fucked up for lunch since a child\nWake up and the chef throwin' shit down\nThat nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\nI be runnin' it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef no more, you better bow\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Reapyy\n  start_ms: 5810\n  end_ms: 8670\n- text: (Haze, call me back)\n  start_ms: 8670\n  end_ms: 10110\n- text: 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":18294170,"name":"Suicide","trackName":"Suicide","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Hall of Fame","duration":170.925488,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\nYoung and just twenty bitches in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's fucked up for lunch since a child\nWake up and the chef throwin' shit down\nThat nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\nI be runnin' it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef no more, you better bow\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Hall of Fame\n  duration_ms: 170925\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.85] Reapyy\n[00:08.64] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.19] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.44] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.31] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.19] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.05] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.12] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.12] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.54] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.28] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.04] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.58] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.14] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.25] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.99] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.59] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.35] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.94] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.21] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.36] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.65] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.60] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.36] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.60] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.89] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.26] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.99] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.28] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.82] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.32] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.27] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.94] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.96] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.06] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.68] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.26] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.63] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.04] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.10] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.08] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.24] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.29] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.43] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.48] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.31] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.36] How my block get rich? 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Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  start_ms: 75940\n  end_ms: 78960\n- text: Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  start_ms: 78960\n  end_ms: 81710\n- text: Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  start_ms: 81710\n  end_ms: 85060\n- text: I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  start_ms: 85060\n  end_ms: 87680\n- text: They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  start_ms: 87680\n  end_ms: 91260\n- text: Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  start_ms: 91260\n  end_ms: 94150\n- text: Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n  start_ms: 94150\n  end_ms: 96630\n- text: For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  start_ms: 96630\n  end_ms: 100040\n- text: R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  start_ms: 100040\n  end_ms: 103100\n- text: My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  start_ms: 103100\n  end_ms: 106080\n- 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.54] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.44] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.72] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.77] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.68] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.60] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.64] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.91] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.17] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (with Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Reapyy\n  start_ms: 5810\n  end_ms: 8670\n- text: (Haze, call me back)\n  start_ms: 8670\n  end_ms: 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.50] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.51] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.49] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.71] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.73] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.60] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.63] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.65] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.91] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.12] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide ft. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  start_ms: 124340\n  end_ms: 127500\n- text: Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  start_ms: 127500\n  end_ms: 130510\n- text: We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n  start_ms: 130510\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136710\n- text: Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  start_ms: 136710\n  end_ms: 139730\n- text: Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  start_ms: 139730\n  end_ms: 142600\n- text: Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  start_ms: 142600\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 148650\n- text: They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  start_ms: 148650\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155120\n- text: Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n  start_ms: 155120\n  end_ms: 157740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 157740\nplain: |-\n  Reapyy\n  (Haze, call me back)\n  Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n  Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n  Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n  Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n  I done ran it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":26093648,"name":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay) (Paused)","trackName":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay) (Paused)","artistName":"Polo G","albumName":"Hall of Fame 2.0","duration":170.925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\nYoung and just twenty bitches in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's fucked up for lunch since a child\nWake up and the chef throwin' shit down\nThat nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\nI be runnin' it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef no more, you better bow\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (with Lil Tjay) (Paused)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  duration_ms: 170925\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\nFree all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (Official Audio) (feat. Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me fuck 'em play foul\n  Young and just twenty bitches in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's fucked up for lunch since a child\n  Wake up and the chef throwin' shit down\n  That nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage livin'\n  I be runnin' it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef no more, you better bow\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you just here lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause he keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees so I ain't can't see a team that's hot as us\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everything we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas out the row, yeah, that's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":2589162,"name":"Suicide","trackName":"Suicide","artistName":"Polo G feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide\n  artist: Polo G feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":4330749,"name":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay)","artistName":"Polo G; Lil Tjay","albumName":"Hall of Fame 2.0","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Reapyy\n(Haze, call me back)\nUh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nWe don't play shit ain't allowed\nDisrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\nBeen a minute, ain't drop in a while\nBut somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\nYoungin' just 20, richest in my city\nMade it this far and I stuck to the vow\nI ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\nI got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n\nI was hungry, out there tryna eat\nHit the studio, it's pockets of loud\nNow it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\nWake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\nYoung nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\nI done ran it up way more than miles\nGet the fuck out my face with them smiles\nYou don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n\nYoung nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\nIf you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\nJust know ain't no pattin' me down\nKnow the police be watchin' my moves\nIn too deep, I can't turn it around\n'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\nI know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\nUh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\nFor B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\nR.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\nMy lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\nTen thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n\nSlide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\nFive guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\nHoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\nGrippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n\nEmpty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\nHow my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (with Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G; Lil Tjay\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Reapyy\n  start_ms: 5810\n  end_ms: 8670\n- text: (Haze, call me back)\n  start_ms: 8670\n 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (with Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G, Lil Tjay\n  album: Hall of Fame 2.0\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Reapyy\n  start_ms: 5810\n  end_ms: 8670\n- text: (Haze, call me back)\n  start_ms: 8670\n  end_ms: 10110\n- 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"},{"id":2589161,"name":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay)","trackName":"Suicide (with Lil Tjay)","artistName":"Polo G feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\nDon't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\nWe start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\nMy mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\nHate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\nFuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\nFree all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\nI'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\nThey flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\nAyy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\nAyy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.81] Reapyy\n[00:08.67] (Haze, call me back)\n[00:10.11] Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n[00:12.42] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[00:15.34] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[00:18.14] Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n[00:21.01] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[00:24.15] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[00:27.18] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[00:30.53] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[00:33.26] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[00:36.05] We don't play shit ain't allowed\n[00:37.60] Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n[00:39.13] Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n[00:40.36] But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n[00:41.97] Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n[00:43.55] Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n[00:45.36] I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n[00:46.90] I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n[00:48.27] I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n[00:49.63] Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n[00:51.30] Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n[00:52.67] Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n[00:54.25] Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n[00:55.62] I done ran it up way more than miles\n[00:57.30] Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n[00:58.65] You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n[01:00.81] Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n[01:03.27] If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n[01:04.91] Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n[01:06.26] Know the police be watchin' my moves\n[01:07.88] In too deep, I can't turn it around\n[01:09.39] 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n[01:10.67] I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n[01:12.20] Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[01:15.93] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[01:18.91] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[01:21.71] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[01:25.08] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[01:27.60] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[01:31.25] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[01:34.15] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[01:36.65] For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n[01:40.05] R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n[01:43.18] My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n[01:46.02] Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n[01:49.22] Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n[01:52.23] Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n[01:55.48] Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n[01:58.43] Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n[02:01.30] Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n[02:04.32] How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n[02:07.53] Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n[02:10.58] We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n[02:13.47] My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n[02:16.75] Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n[02:19.80] Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n[02:22.63] Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n[02:25.67] I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n[02:28.66] They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n[02:31.96] Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n[02:35.13] Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n[02:37.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suicide (with Lil Tjay)\n  artist: Polo G feat. 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That come from chasin' them pesos\n  start_ms: 124320\n  end_ms: 127530\n- text: Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  start_ms: 127530\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 133470\n- text: My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  start_ms: 133470\n  end_ms: 136750\n- text: Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  start_ms: 136750\n  end_ms: 139800\n- text: Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  start_ms: 139800\n  end_ms: 142630\n- text: Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  start_ms: 142630\n  end_ms: 145670\n- text: I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  start_ms: 145670\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  start_ms: 148660\n  end_ms: 151960\n- text: Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  start_ms: 151960\n  end_ms: 155130\n- text: Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n  start_ms: 155130\n  end_ms: 157750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 157750\nplain: |-\n  Reapyy\n  (Haze, call me back)\n  Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-)\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  We don't play shit ain't allowed\n  Disrespect, I bet .40 go, \"Baow\"\n  Been a minute, ain't drop in a while\n  But somethin' keep tellin' me, \"Fuck them, play foul\"\n  Youngin' just 20, richest in my city\n  Made it this far and I stuck to the vow\n  I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin'\n  I got here myself, they like, \"How?\"\n\n  I was hungry, out there tryna eat\n  Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud\n  Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão\n  Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down\n  Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven\n  I done ran it up way more than miles\n  Get the fuck out my face with them smiles\n  You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow\n\n  Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style\n  If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin'\n  Just know ain't no pattin' me down\n  Know the police be watchin' my moves\n  In too deep, I can't turn it around\n  'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk\n  I know niggas pray to see me in the ground\n\n  Uh, my mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n\n  For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia\n  R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya\n  My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up\n  Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us\n\n  Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up\n  Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up\n  Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us\n  Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux\n\n  Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note\n  How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos\n  Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco\n  We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go\n\n  My mama told me, \"Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides\"\n  Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right\n  Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime\n  Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time\n  I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes\n  They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized\n  Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide?\n  Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?\n"}]