[{"id":36194408,"name":"Pride (Prod. By Ransom)","trackName":"Pride (Prod. By Ransom)","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Se7en","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n\nWhere was you niggas when I was under? (Where?)\nIt's hard to be peaceful and civil in spite of hunger (Let's go)\nBefore you make a bad call, nigga, don't dial the number\nI'm tryna be the adult that I needed when I was younger (Woo)\nI told my mom dukes I forgive her for bein' absent (Forgive me, mama)\nRemember all my friends made fun of her '\nCause her accent? ('Scuse me, mama)\nNever understood the importance of what a dad meant\n'Cause mama never spent them couple checks that he last sent (Damn)\n\nFar as that shit is past tense (Past tense)\nI changed for the money 'cause I never had sense\nAlmost seen them pearly gates when I hopped my last fence (Nope)\nNow I'm over thirty-eight and wonder where the cash went\nYou talk about coke, never sold a slab of the raw\n\nStop askin' for the ball with zero passion to score (C'mon)\nYou criticize rap but you never crafted a bar\n\nThat's like talkin' 'bout sex but you can't unfasten a bra\nThis shit like crashin' a car (Skrrt)\nCollision course with your vision loss (Yeah)\nYou could die for nothin' but your livin' cost\n\nYou think the decision's yours? (Really?)\nNo remorse and it's in his core (Nah)\nIt's cold when they lock them prison doors\nHe froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)\nBullet holes in every car that I driven off\nRegardless, I been a boss, was robbin' and whippin' raw (Robbin')\nKept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)\nWith revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back\nThe gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap\n\nStand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)\nAnd I don't really think you want that, I brought the lil' pump back\nI snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? (Hahaha)\n\nA different world, what a grimy time, I don't simulate\n\nI play the game with the sliders, put up the ninety-nine (Game)\nIt's only right that I finally shine, take it in line to line\nAnd now that I'm eatin', I'm gon' wine and dine (Let's eat)\n\nI speak words that'll scar you\n\nIf it doesn't evolve you, it should never involve you (Nah)\n\nI'm too clever to argue (Facts), I don't really speak much\nVision like Cole Sear, I'm just tryna get you to see stuff\n\nIf you playin' games, the shotty liftin' your cleats up (Brrah)\nIf you namin' names, you ain't nobody that we trust (Nah)\nIf your claim to fame is gettin' outta police cuffs (Yeah)\nYou should save the pain, consider givin' these streets up\n\nKeep up (Keep up), I'm Dr. Sebi mixed with Makaveli, Pac and Reggie\nNoble soldiers but hold the flow as vulgar as Akinyele's (Ayy, man)\nI'm like the Lakers when they drop confetti (Word)\nA tripod to keep the chopper steady whenever the stock is heavy\nBerettas and cockin' semis (Blah), whenever Ran' appear (Yeah)\nA man'll always be judged on how he handles fear (Facts)\nIt's clear I'm over your heads just like a chandelier, fans'll cheer\n\nFucked up the game over the span of years\n\nShit is too real, man, word\nI'm like the godfather to this shit, man, facts\nNiggas gotta pay homage\nI created this shit, man\nIf I ain't create it, I evolved it\nMaybe that's just pride talkin', huh\nI mean, as a man, you gon' stand on your pride\nBut don't let it stand in the way, word","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:17.25] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:23.27] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:26.17] Where was you niggas when I was under? 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(Really?)\n[01:17.02] No remorse and it's in his core (Nah)\n[01:18.97] It's cold when they lock them prison doors\n[01:20.92] He froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)\n[01:23.33] Bullet holes in every car that I driven off\n[01:25.64] Regardless, I been a boss, was robbin' and whippin' raw (Robbin')\n[01:28.93] Kept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)\n[01:31.09] With revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back\n[01:33.99] The gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap\n[01:36.89] Stand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)\n[01:38.66] And I don't really think you want that, I brought the lil' pump back\n[01:41.66] I snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? (Hahaha)\n[01:44.13] A different world, what a grimy time, I don't simulate\n[01:46.94] I play the game with the sliders, put up the ninety-nine (Game)\n[01:49.84] It's only right that I finally shine, take it in line to line\n[01:52.92] And now that I'm eatin', I'm gon' wine and dine (Let's eat)\n[01:55.47] I speak words that'll scar you\n[01:57.28] If it doesn't evolve you, it should never involve you (Nah)\n[01:59.90] I'm too clever to argue (Facts), I don't really speak much\n[02:02.84] Vision like Cole Sear, I'm just tryna get you to see stuff\n[02:05.70] If you playin' games, the shotty liftin' your cleats up (Brrah)\n[02:08.57] If you namin' names, you ain't nobody that we trust (Nah)\n[02:11.36] If your claim to fame is gettin' outta police cuffs (Yeah)\n[02:14.17] You should save the pain, consider givin' these streets up\n[02:17.07] Keep up (Keep up), I'm Dr. Sebi mixed with Makaveli, Pac and Reggie\n[02:20.33] Noble soldiers but hold the flow as vulgar as Akinyele's (Ayy, man)\n[02:23.40] I'm like the Lakers when they drop confetti (Word)\n[02:25.53] A tripod to keep the chopper steady whenever the stock is heavy\n[02:28.80] Berettas and cockin' semis (Blah), whenever Ran' appear (Yeah)\n[02:31.82] A man'll always be judged on how he handles fear (Facts)\n[02:34.63] It's clear I'm over your heads just like a chandelier, fans'll cheer\n[02:37.95] Fucked up the game over the span of years\n[02:43.04] Shit is too real, man, word\n[02:47.01] I'm like the godfather to this shit, man, facts\n[02:52.96] Niggas gotta pay homage\n[02:56.08] I created this shit, man\n[02:59.16] If I ain't create it, I evolved it\n[03:04.79] Maybe that's just pride talkin', huh\n[03:07.97] I mean, as a man, you gon' stand on your pride\n[03:10.75] But don't let it stand in the way, word\n[03:13.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pride (Prod. 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(Really?)\n  No remorse and it's in his core (Nah)\n  It's cold when they lock them prison doors\n  He froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)\n  Bullet holes in every car that I driven off\n  Regardless, I been a boss, was robbin' and whippin' raw (Robbin')\n  Kept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)\n  With revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back\n  The gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap\n\n  Stand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)\n  And I don't really think you want that, I brought the lil' pump back\n  I snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? 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(Where?)\nIt's hard to be peaceful and civil in spite of hunger (Let's go)\nBefore you make a bad call, nigga, don't dial the number\nI'm tryna be the adult that I needed when I was younger (Woo)\nI told my mom dukes I forgive her for bein' absent (Forgive me, mama)\nRemember all my friends made fun of her '\nCause her accent? ('Scuse me, mama)\nNever understood the importance of what a dad meant\n'Cause mama never spent them couple checks that he last sent (Damn)\n\nFar as that shit is past tense (Past tense)\nI changed for the money 'cause I never had sense\nAlmost seen them pearly gates when I hopped my last fence (Nope)\nNow I'm over thirty-eight and wonder where the cash went\nYou talk about coke, never sold a slab of the raw\n\nStop askin' for the ball with zero passion to score (C'mon)\nYou criticize rap but you never crafted a bar\n\nThat's like talkin' 'bout sex but you can't unfasten a bra\nThis shit like crashin' a car (Skrrt)\nCollision course with your vision loss (Yeah)\nYou could die for nothin' but your livin' cost\n\nYou think the decision's yours? (Really?)\nNo remorse and it's in his core (Nah)\nIt's cold when they lock them prison doors\nHe froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)\nBullet holes in every car that I driven off\nRegardless, I been a boss, was robbin' and whippin' raw (Robbin')\nKept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)\nWith revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back\nThe gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap\n\nStand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)\nAnd I don't really think you want that, I brought the lil' pump back\nI snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? (Hahaha)\n\nA different world, what a grimy time, I don't simulate\n\nI play the game with the sliders, put up the ninety-nine (Game)\nIt's only right that I finally shine, take it in line to line\nAnd now that I'm eatin', I'm gon' wine and dine (Let's eat)\n\nI speak words that'll scar you\n\nIf it doesn't evolve you, it should never involve you (Nah)\n\nI'm too clever to argue (Facts), I don't really speak much\nVision like Cole Sear, I'm just tryna get you to see stuff\n\nIf you playin' games, the shotty liftin' your cleats up (Brrah)\nIf you namin' names, you ain't nobody that we trust (Nah)\nIf your claim to fame is gettin' outta police cuffs (Yeah)\nYou should save the pain, consider givin' these streets up\n\nKeep up (Keep up), I'm Dr. Sebi mixed with Makaveli, Pac and Reggie\nNoble soldiers but hold the flow as vulgar as Akinyele's (Ayy, man)\nI'm like the Lakers when they drop confetti (Word)\nA tripod to keep the chopper steady whenever the stock is heavy\nBerettas and cockin' semis (Blah), whenever Ran' appear (Yeah)\nA man'll always be judged on how he handles fear (Facts)\nIt's clear I'm over your heads just like a chandelier, fans'll cheer\n\nFucked up the game over the span of years\n\nShit is too real, man, word\nI'm like the godfather to this shit, man, facts\nNiggas gotta pay homage\nI created this shit, man\nIf I ain't create it, I evolved it\nMaybe that's just pride talkin', huh\nI mean, as a man, you gon' stand on your pride\nBut don't let it stand in the way, word","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:17.25] La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:23.27] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[00:26.17] Where was you niggas when I was under? (Where?)\n[00:28.14] It's hard to be peaceful and civil in spite of hunger (Let's go)\n[00:30.97] Before you make a bad call, nigga, don't dial the number\n[00:33.57] I'm tryna be the adult that I needed when I was younger (Woo)\n[00:36.58] I told my mom dukes I forgive her for bein' absent (Forgive me, mama)\n[00:39.43] Remember all my friends made fun of her '\n[00:40.84] Cause her accent? 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(Really?)\n  No remorse and it's in his core (Nah)\n  It's cold when they lock them prison doors\n  He froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)\n  Bullet holes in every car that I driven off\n  Regardless, I been a boss, was robbin' and whippin' raw (Robbin')\n  Kept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)\n  With revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back\n  The gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap\n\n  Stand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)\n  And I don't really think you want that, I brought the lil' pump back\n  I snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? 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