[{"id":37936458,"name":"Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)","trackName":"Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Higher Killer","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I dread that it had to come to this\nI never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick\nSo come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age\nNever shrug off an old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit\nWhat that little nigga screamin' about? Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.38]I dread that it had to come to this\n[00:15.27]I never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick\n[00:18.15]So come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age\n[00:20.99]Never shrug off an old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit\n[00:24.23]What that little nigga screamin' about? Callin' his gun a stick\n[00:27.37]A drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\n[00:30.36]You spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\n[00:33.55]Since when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n[00:36.93]Shit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\n[00:40.35]Screw up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n[00:43.04]Look, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\n[00:45.70]Affidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\n[00:49.06]Listen, there's no amenities in this cell\n[00:51.27]You can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\n[00:54.31]I ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\n[00:57.38]If you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n[01:00.35]Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n[01:03.71]Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n[01:06.54]You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n[01:09.11]Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n[01:12.37]Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n[01:14.89]Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n[01:17.00]Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n[01:18.69]Uh, look\n[01:19.32]Went from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\n[01:21.83]To an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\n[01:25.78]Shatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\n[01:28.75]I'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\n[01:31.04]Oh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:32.30]They sayin' I be disgruntled\n[01:34.09]I make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\n[01:37.02]Point them niggas out, every single one got no chance\n[01:40.08]I put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n[01:43.25]Trust me, this just a warm-up\n[01:44.92]They realizin' now Machine era is upon us\n[01:47.91]Since I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\n[01:49.72]Picture a nigga tryna harm us\n[01:51.99]Without gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\n[01:54.27]Chinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\n[01:56.15]That's why the real street niggas rock with me\n[01:58.54]Belt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\n[02:01.81]Look, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\n[02:05.15]Knock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n[02:07.10]Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n[02:10.58]Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n[02:13.47]You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n[02:16.08]Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n[02:19.24]Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n[02:21.78]Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n[02:23.82]Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n[02:26.05]Tales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\n[02:28.86]Born with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n[02:32.51]In the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\n[02:34.85]Most are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n[02:38.35]Stupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\n[02:40.93]Hater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\n[02:43.98]We all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\n[02:46.94]Made it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\n[02:50.59]Gotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\n[02:53.22]Genius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\n[02:56.74]When you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\n[02:59.38]Disloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\n[03:02.65]Look what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\n[03:05.13]Exactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n[03:09.03]Every now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\n[03:11.38]Gotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n[03:14.05]Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n[03:17.45]Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n[03:20.27]You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n[03:22.82]Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n[03:26.01]Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n[03:28.71]Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n[03:30.64]Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n[03:44.72]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: Higher Killer\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I dread that it had to come to this\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 15270\n- text: I never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick\n  start_ms: 15270\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: So come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Never shrug off an old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 24230\n- text: What that little nigga screamin' about? 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Callin' his gun a stick\n  A drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\n  You spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\n  Since when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\n  Shit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\n  Screw up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\n  Look, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\n  Affidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\n  Listen, there's no amenities in this cell\n  You can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\n  I ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\n  If you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\n  Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n  Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n  You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n  Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n  Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n  Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n  Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\n  Uh, look\n\n  Went from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\n  To an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\n  Shatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\n  I'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\n  Oh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  They sayin' I be disgruntled\n  I make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\n  Point them niggas out, every single one got no chance\n  I put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\n  Trust me, this just a warm-up\n  They realizin' now Machine era is upon us\n  Since I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\n  Picture a nigga tryna harm us\n\n  Without gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\n  Chinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\n  That's why the real street niggas rock with me\n  Belt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\n  Look, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\n  Knock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\n  Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n  Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n  You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n  Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n  Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n  Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n  Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\n  Tales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\n  Born with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\n  In the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\n  Most are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\n  Stupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\n  Hater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\n  We all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\n  Made it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\n  Gotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\n  Genius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\n  When you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\n  Disloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\n  Look what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\n  Exactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\n  Every now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\n  Gotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\n  Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n  Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n  You a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n  Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n  Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n  Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n  Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n"},{"id":35206881,"name":"Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)","trackName":"Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Higher Killer (feat. Lloyd Banks)","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I dread that it had to come to this\nI never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick\nSo come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age\nNever shrug off an old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit\nWhat that little nigga screamin' about? Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.38] I dread that it had to come to this\n[00:15.27] I never wanted this, police told my mom that her son is sick\n[00:18.15] So come equipped and try to downplay me 'cause of my age\n[00:20.99] Never shrug off an old man from a place where they dyin' young as shit\n[00:24.23] What that little nigga screamin' about? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nTales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\nBorn with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n\nIn the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\nMost are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n\nStupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\nHater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\nWe all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\nMade it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\nGotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\nGenius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\nWhen you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\nDisloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\nLook what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\nExactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n\nEvery now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\nGotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\nA drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\nYou spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\nSince when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n\nShit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\nScrew up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n\nLook, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\nAffidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\nListen, there's no amenities in this cell\nYou can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\nI ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\nIf you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? You ain't scared of a loss, right?\nMost niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\nLast place niggas could never stand with the winners\nLoad the vans and the sprinters, let's go\nStand on some business (Stand on your business)\n\nUh, look\n\nWent from goin' to get two hunnid more grams\nTo an oceanfront property with the bungalow, sand in the backyard\nShatter his backboard when I dunk on your mans\nI'ma dump the whole can in his stomach\nOh man (Boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey sayin' I be disgruntled\nI make rappers uncomfortable 'round a grumpy old man\nPoint them niggas out, every single one got no chance\nI put the tip of this blade right up under your glands\n\nTrust me, this just a warm-up\nThey realizin' now Machine era is upon us\nSince I got in, I conquer (Talk to 'em)\nPicture a nigga tryna harm us\n\nWithout gettin' his body torn up, ain't no\nChinks in my armor, boy (Give me that, king)\nThat's why the real street niggas rock with me\nBelt out of Central Booking, quarter mil' in jewels and my property\nLook, I pull up, hop out of the ride, Glock on my side\nKnock a lil' nigga out of his slides\n\nNiggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\nClap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\nYou a boss, right? 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Callin' his gun a stick\n[00:27.37] A drum is like a hunnid clip, what they call havin' fun is lit\n[00:30.36] You spun a bit but that's so tiny, here go another tip\n[00:33.55] Since when a young king like yourself acquired a ton of lip?\n[00:36.93] Shit, I ramble when I get aggravated, agitated\n[00:40.35] Screw up your databases, I'm that abrasive\n[00:43.04] Look, what if Goliath hopped on the back of David?\n[00:45.70] Affidavits, climb out that chaos, just hope the latter makes it\n[00:49.06] Listen, there's no amenities in this cell\n[00:51.27] You can never pray for a heaven when meant to be in a hell\n[00:54.31] I ain't lettin' them haters in 'cause my energy has been swell\n[00:57.38] If you friendly with everybody, you're an enemy to yourself, well\n[01:00.35] Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n[01:03.71] Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n[01:06.54] You a boss, right? 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You ain't scared of a loss, right?\n[02:16.08] Most niggas cave in instead of bravin' them dark nights\n[02:19.24] Last place niggas could never stand with the winners\n[02:21.78] Load the vans and the sprinters, let's go\n[02:23.82] Stand on some business (Stand on your business)\n[02:26.05] Tales of an altered grind, sword to spine when it's war and time\n[02:28.86] Born with it, wasn't taught to shine, dead MCs on my wall design\n[02:32.51] In the midst of me findin' myself, I lost my mind\n[02:34.85] Most are not even borderline, when you rewind, there's more to find\n[02:38.35] Stupid to cross that line when I'm near my performance prime\n[02:40.93] Hater blockers that guide me, same method when keepin' horses blind\n[02:43.98] We all get time, it's tears, everybody don't got the boss's mind\n[02:46.94] Made it here from the bottom, new problems climbin' up, walkin' mine\n[02:50.59] Gotta maneuver, negative energies leanin' on ya\n[02:53.22] Genius aura chasin' this money gave me a state disorder\n[02:56.74] When you winnin', time's even shorter, don't sneak a quarter\n[02:59.38] Disloyalty's permanent, Bank who ran and Machine the slaughter\n[03:02.65] Look what it's comin' to, back to where it's uncomfortable\n[03:05.13] Exactly what I'm accustomed to, Benjamins pilin' up for blue\n[03:09.03] Every now and then, gatekeepers let suckers through\n[03:11.38] Gotta hurt to your heart to know that real niggas don't fuck with you\n[03:14.05] Niggas love when that drama start but can barely handle the finish\n[03:17.45] Clap your hands for the sinners and those who stand on they business\n[03:20.27] You a boss, right? 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