[{"id":11858823,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Coup De Grace","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: Coup De Grace\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"},{"id":23192113,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Ransom, Rome Streetz","albumName":"Coup De Grace","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Ransom, Rome Streetz\n  album: Coup De Grace\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"},{"id":10343799,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Rome Streetz & Ransom","albumName":"Coup De Grace","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Rome Streetz & Ransom\n  album: Coup De Grace\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"},{"id":35538881,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Rome Streetz, Ransom","albumName":"Singles","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Rome Streetz, Ransom\n  album: Singles\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"},{"id":35538879,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Rome Streetz, Ransom","albumName":"Singles","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Rome Streetz, Ransom\n  album: Singles\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"},{"id":35538894,"name":"No Remorse","trackName":"No Remorse","artistName":"Rome Streetz, Ransom","albumName":"Singles","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit about to get real dark\nHey Streetz, you ready?\nHahaha, yeah I already know you ready\nLet's get it boy, let's get it\n\nYeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\nThere's no life after death\nYou ready to die for thinkin' big?\nYou either thirsty or you drink to live\nSink your ribs, winked and slid\nArm all plastic just like Inky's is\nYeah, I was never known for\nThe back and forth ask your boss\nHe was my passenger when\nI crashed the Porsche\nEager to speak, but what you lack is force\nYou just flap your jaws\nWould've shot you and left you\nBack when I had remorsе\nBut now I'm stuck with\nAll these savage thoughts\nSincе they never passed the torch\nLight and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\nMy worst fear is going back to court\nMy heart froze, I spit cold\nYou die by the time the track defrost\nI got no class, I couldn't pass the course\nI was thinkin' forward when everybody\nSaid I'm an afterthought\nSubtract a nigga when the math is off\nAin't no passion lost\nYou did some time on the island\nThat was your last resort\nDie by the sword is what I often quote\nWhen I got involved with dope\nI almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n(That's facts)\nAnd now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\nThe sharpest quotes done turnt this black\nSheep into the darkest GOAT\nBefore the crew love, pictures and group hugs\nNiggas was true thugs\nIgnorant heathens before we grew up\nThe forty blue slugs\nLick a shot at ya son's neck\nI'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\nGet 42 dug\n\nWe don't feel remorse (No)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga\n\nAyo, no remorse for the opposition\nA Glock shot'll twist ya top\nTurn an opp into apparition\nServe powder to the preacher like\nI never had religion\nJust make sure my numbers\nRight like a mathematician\nTo beat poverty properly\nThat was half the mission\nI need a Panama property\nFuck average livin' my time\nYou gotta pay for it like a bad decision\nIt's never free like you trapped in prison\nMy path is different\nWhen I was dead broke I had to get the cream\nMade thousands off a phone that I\nHad to flip the screen\nWhat I hold in the SIG'll\nKill you like nicotine\nWas servin' nicks to fiends\nNow I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\nShe watch faithfully, masturbate to me\nTen thousand hours made me a master\nYou niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\nFuck remorse\nCompassion left my heart with a vacancy\nSo I feel nothin' when I smoke\nYou like an eighth of trees\nTurn my crumbs to Cristal\nNo government pay receipt (Nah)\nReal shit\nI built this brick by brick like masonry\nStylin' on you niggas like I'm\nDown with fashion agencies\nThe main attraction, who they\nPaid to see blatantly, nigga\nI take mine\nFuck waitin' for what they offer ya\nMy aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\nRemember before when I had\nA probation officer\nShe violated me, now I'm probably\nCakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n(Fuck outta here)\n\nWe don't feel remorse\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Wooo)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche?\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, 'cause\nWe don't feel remorse (Nah)\nWe ain't never care and we\nAin't sorry for your loss\nThrow a party for the boss (Let's go)\nWhat we gon' spin in\nThe Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\nWe ain't gon' finish 'til your\nBody's in the morgue, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Remorse\n  artist: Rome Streetz, Ransom\n  album: Singles\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shit about to get real dark\n  Hey Streetz, you ready?\n  Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready\n  Let's get it boy, let's get it\n\n  Yeah, I don't know what y'all think this is\n  There's no life after death\n  You ready to die for thinkin' big?\n  You either thirsty or you drink to live\n  Sink your ribs, winked and slid\n  Arm all plastic just like Inky's is\n  Yeah, I was never known for\n  The back and forth ask your boss\n  He was my passenger when\n  I crashed the Porsche\n  Eager to speak, but what you lack is force\n  You just flap your jaws\n  Would've shot you and left you\n  Back when I had remorsе\n  But now I'm stuck with\n  All these savage thoughts\n  Sincе they never passed the torch\n  Light and gas a cross on a rapper's porch\n  My worst fear is going back to court\n  My heart froze, I spit cold\n  You die by the time the track defrost\n  I got no class, I couldn't pass the course\n  I was thinkin' forward when everybody\n  Said I'm an afterthought\n  Subtract a nigga when the math is off\n  Ain't no passion lost\n  You did some time on the island\n  That was your last resort\n  Die by the sword is what I often quote\n  When I got involved with dope\n  I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth\n  (That's facts)\n  And now I'm drunk tryna park the boat\n  The sharpest quotes done turnt this black\n  Sheep into the darkest GOAT\n  Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs\n  Niggas was true thugs\n  Ignorant heathens before we grew up\n  The forty blue slugs\n  Lick a shot at ya son's neck\n  I'm vicious, when it comes to these digit's\n  Get 42 dug\n\n  We don't feel remorse (No)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n\n  Ayo, no remorse for the opposition\n  A Glock shot'll twist ya top\n  Turn an opp into apparition\n  Serve powder to the preacher like\n  I never had religion\n  Just make sure my numbers\n  Right like a mathematician\n  To beat poverty properly\n  That was half the mission\n  I need a Panama property\n  Fuck average livin' my time\n  You gotta pay for it like a bad decision\n  It's never free like you trapped in prison\n  My path is different\n  When I was dead broke I had to get the cream\n  Made thousands off a phone that I\n  Had to flip the screen\n  What I hold in the SIG'll\n  Kill you like nicotine\n  Was servin' nicks to fiends\n  Now I'm that nigga on ya bitch's screen\n  She watch faithfully, masturbate to me\n  Ten thousand hours made me a master\n  You niggas make believe (Fuck outta here)\n  Fuck remorse\n  Compassion left my heart with a vacancy\n  So I feel nothin' when I smoke\n  You like an eighth of trees\n  Turn my crumbs to Cristal\n  No government pay receipt (Nah)\n  Real shit\n  I built this brick by brick like masonry\n  Stylin' on you niggas like I'm\n  Down with fashion agencies\n  The main attraction, who they\n  Paid to see blatantly, nigga\n  I take mine\n  Fuck waitin' for what they offer ya\n  My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria\n  Remember before when I had\n  A probation officer\n  She violated me, now I'm probably\n  Cakin' more than her, fuck that bitch\n  (Fuck outta here)\n\n  We don't feel remorse\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Wooo)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche?\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, 'cause\n  We don't feel remorse (Nah)\n  We ain't never care and we\n  Ain't sorry for your loss\n  Throw a party for the boss (Let's go)\n  What we gon' spin in\n  The Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)\n  We ain't gon' finish 'til your\n  Body's in the morgue, nigga\n"}]