[{"id":29327574,"name":"Blacula","trackName":"Blacula","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Directors Cut Scene 3","duration":186.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They say that life is a movie with no extras\n\nI still shed tears thinking 'bout when my bro left us\n\nWe so restless, start the day off with no breakfast\nSelling coke reckless (Let's go)\nSo you can't tell me 'bout no protest, nigga\n'Cause this pro's test it, no effort\n\nFlow is just something to cherish\nY'all be believing everything that y'all see\nShit is fucking pathetic, you'll come to regret it\nToo much smoke in your mirrors, I'm hoping you hear it\n'Cause life is the realest, no productions or edits\nGet nothing but credits (Woo)\nThere's something enchanting about\nNiggas crowded on street corners (Facts)\nThey call police on us\n\nIf you see 'em, please warn us (Please)\nThere's too much heat on us (Heat)\nTen years worth of that dope is on me and three warrants (Damn)\nHow you think I made it out? (How?)\nStashing drugs by the neighbor's house\nThe feds staking out, realize what you praying 'bout (Real shit)\nPredators study what they prey about\nStrategize, then you take 'em out\nDuffel bag, I'm your favorite out\n\nOff-camera's how we did it\nBefore the mentions, long nights in the trenches\nTime ticking, so respect my position\nRich clicking, so respect my decision\nYeah, ain't shit was ever given\nBefore the name, we was cooking up 'caine\nMade a change, and now we find a way out\nIn the streets, had to cash out\n\nThe streets got a way with these hours, it's time management (Uh-huh)\nWaving sticks like it was magic and try to vanish it (Poof)\nGotta use your advantages (Yeah)\n\nSit calm, 'cause the wrong cast could lead to bandages\n\nCrush your will to live at the table\nDon't get entangled with (Nah)\nNiggas that'll mangle shit (Ha)\nSpray the restaurant and pay the damages\n\nI don't never scrimmage with the amateurs (Nah)\n\nVision is too vivid for your cameras (Woo)\nPrison was like living in a canister (Yuh)\nBut I knew the parameters (Yeah, I knew them shit)\nYeah, death'll make you part of the surface\n\nGo and buy that fake love, but respect is harder to purchase (Okay)\nMuzzle up the mutts, 'cause all that barking is worthless\nIf you friendly with a clown, then\nYou probably part of the circus (Haha)\nPray to God in them churches (Let's go)\nBut on the streets, you better be raising arms with a purpose (Blah)\nStaying calm when you nervous (Stay calm)\nYeah, they say that better late than never\nNever late is better\nDreaming I'm a king, let's go and save Coretta\n\nOff-camera's how we did it\nBefore the mentions, long nights in the trenches\nTime ticking, so respect my position\nRich clicking, so respect my decision\nYeah, ain't shit was ever given\nBefore the name, we was cooking up 'caine\nMade a change, and now we find a way out\nIn the streets, had to cash out\n\nAyo, Ransom, this shit crazy, baby\nWe cut from a different cloth, you feel me?\nIt feel different\nBalled Storm\nGoose","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blacula\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: Directors Cut Scene 3\n  duration_ms: 186000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They say that life is a movie with no extras\n\n  I still shed tears thinking 'bout when my bro left us\n\n  We so restless, start the day off with no breakfast\n  Selling coke reckless (Let's go)\n  So you can't tell me 'bout no protest, nigga\n  'Cause this pro's test it, no effort\n\n  Flow is just something to cherish\n  Y'all be believing everything that y'all see\n  Shit is fucking pathetic, you'll come to regret it\n  Too much smoke in your mirrors, I'm hoping you hear it\n  'Cause life is the realest, no productions or edits\n  Get nothing but credits (Woo)\n  There's something enchanting about\n  Niggas crowded on street corners (Facts)\n  They call police on us\n\n  If you see 'em, please warn us (Please)\n  There's too much heat on us (Heat)\n  Ten years worth of that dope is on me and three warrants (Damn)\n  How you think I made it out? (How?)\n  Stashing drugs by the neighbor's house\n  The feds staking out, realize what you praying 'bout (Real shit)\n  Predators study what they prey about\n  Strategize, then you take 'em out\n  Duffel bag, I'm your favorite out\n\n  Off-camera's how we did it\n  Before the mentions, long nights in the trenches\n  Time ticking, so respect my position\n  Rich clicking, so respect my decision\n  Yeah, ain't shit was ever given\n  Before the name, we was cooking up 'caine\n  Made a change, and now we find a way out\n  In the streets, had to cash out\n\n  The streets got a way with these hours, it's time management (Uh-huh)\n  Waving sticks like it was magic and try to vanish it (Poof)\n  Gotta use your advantages (Yeah)\n\n  Sit calm, 'cause the wrong cast could lead to bandages\n\n  Crush your will to live at the table\n  Don't get entangled with (Nah)\n  Niggas that'll mangle shit (Ha)\n  Spray the restaurant and pay the damages\n\n  I don't never scrimmage with the amateurs (Nah)\n\n  Vision is too vivid for your cameras (Woo)\n  Prison was like living in a canister (Yuh)\n  But I knew the parameters (Yeah, I knew them shit)\n  Yeah, death'll make you part of the surface\n\n  Go and buy that fake love, but respect is harder to purchase (Okay)\n  Muzzle up the mutts, 'cause all that barking is worthless\n  If you friendly with a clown, then\n  You probably part of the circus (Haha)\n  Pray to God in them churches (Let's go)\n  But on the streets, you better be raising arms with a purpose (Blah)\n  Staying calm when you nervous (Stay calm)\n  Yeah, they say that better late than never\n  Never late is better\n  Dreaming I'm a king, let's go and save Coretta\n\n  Off-camera's how we did it\n  Before the mentions, long nights in the trenches\n  Time ticking, so respect my position\n  Rich clicking, so respect my decision\n  Yeah, ain't shit was ever given\n  Before the name, we was cooking up 'caine\n  Made a change, and now we find a way out\n  In the streets, had to cash out\n\n  Ayo, Ransom, this shit crazy, baby\n  We cut from a different cloth, you feel me?\n  It feel different\n  Balled Storm\n  Goose\n"}]