[{"id":25999306,"name":"Rituals","trackName":"Rituals","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"No Rest for the Wicked","duration":222.484898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that's well done if you said it's beef\nInstead of grief, we passed our test\nIt's time that you met a piece (Blaow)\nUsed to be a nightmare, countin' bodies instead of sheep\nJust got my dream job, but ironically now I never sleep\n\nHere, pull up a better seat (Come on)\nGet a close look at this game and claim you a set of cleats (Uh-huh)\nJudge threw the book at a nigga, look\nHow I read the streets (Look at that)\nNiggas think it's war just because a nigga done said his peace\n\nBut I'm just tryna let it be\n\nOr some hooded niggas be stormin' your gates\n\nCrip MAC, get a couple .5s drawn in your face\nIt often relates, this street shit is like walkin' in place (It is)\nDid time on that state farm for you talkin' to jake (I did)\nYeah, I'm top five when you talk to the greats (Okay)\nBut they ain't wanna see me eat when they offered a plate (Ha)\nThe type of nigga that if we was hangin' out and it's late\nAnd you left for home, I hit you back to make sure if you safe (Facts)\nBut at the same token, when that name spoken\nLames chokin' on they words 'cause\nI been linked to extortion and rapes\n\nNah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes\nI'm not that guy to tell 'em lies that we all can embrace\nI knew it from the start (Ah)\nDeep in the bones of my body\nFrom the blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)\nYou could lose it in the dark (Uh-huh)\nWhen you don't see the lights yet (Yeah)\nManeuver with the sharks, but you don't feel the bites yet (Nah)\n\nOn the deep end tryna swim with no life vest\nYeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps\n\nNah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\nYou might have copped a brick or two, but you ain't know the rituals\n\nAyo, huh, we inspired to be the richest plugs\nNo kiss and hugs, niggas shoot at your heart\nAnd tell 'em this is love, a ditch is dug\nI'm an illegitimate thug\nFeds want me pinched, my studio called, crib is bugged\nAnother nigga that ain't fit the glove\nThat mean the evidence presented is not enough to convince a judge\nI send a hit, get the witness plugged, listen, bruh\nI was givin' slugs, gettin' rich sellin' vicious drugs\nI'm in the section next to Mr. Rugs\n\nWhen I sit in clubs, I drink a whole\nBottle and give your bitch the suds\n\nI don't care if you Crip or Blood\nThis blue steel will make your whole\nClique drip blood 'til it's a flood\nI got rich off pitchin' bud\nSeven bedrooms, four and a half baths with expensive tubs\n\nNigga, this is what ambition does\nI put a brick in the door and the dash, but I don't deliver grub\nHuh, niggas fiendin' in desperation\n\nMad I exceeded they expectations\nThen they start singin', bringin' my team in investigations\nBut my shooters gon' handle the cleanin' and restoration\nNigga, explanations was barely explained\nI ain't get strong in the gym, I got strong from carryin' pain\nBest believe I'm wearin' these chains\nThis necklace came from havin' addresses in various names\nAnd now I'm cruisin' in the dark\nBut these rides drive themselves, my nigga\nYou see the amusement when it park\n\nI do it from the art and we don't take light bets\nIt's a gamble to make music from the heart, huh\nI told Daniel that I need two of each animal\nLike I'm 'bout to use it for the ark\n\nHuh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\nYou might have sold a brick or two\nBut you don't know the rituals, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rituals\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: No Rest for the Wicked\n  duration_ms: 222485\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that's well done if you said it's beef\n  Instead of grief, we passed our test\n  It's time that you met a piece (Blaow)\n  Used to be a nightmare, countin' bodies instead of sheep\n  Just got my dream job, but ironically now I never sleep\n\n  Here, pull up a better seat (Come on)\n  Get a close look at this game and claim you a set of cleats (Uh-huh)\n  Judge threw the book at a nigga, look\n  How I read the streets (Look at that)\n  Niggas think it's war just because a nigga done said his peace\n\n  But I'm just tryna let it be\n\n  Or some hooded niggas be stormin' your gates\n\n  Crip MAC, get a couple .5s drawn in your face\n  It often relates, this street shit is like walkin' in place (It is)\n  Did time on that state farm for you talkin' to jake (I did)\n  Yeah, I'm top five when you talk to the greats (Okay)\n  But they ain't wanna see me eat when they offered a plate (Ha)\n  The type of nigga that if we was hangin' out and it's late\n  And you left for home, I hit you back to make sure if you safe (Facts)\n  But at the same token, when that name spoken\n  Lames chokin' on they words 'cause\n  I been linked to extortion and rapes\n\n  Nah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes\n  I'm not that guy to tell 'em lies that we all can embrace\n  I knew it from the start (Ah)\n  Deep in the bones of my body\n  From the blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)\n  You could lose it in the dark (Uh-huh)\n  When you don't see the lights yet (Yeah)\n  Maneuver with the sharks, but you don't feel the bites yet (Nah)\n\n  On the deep end tryna swim with no life vest\n  Yeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps\n\n  Nah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have copped a brick or two, but you ain't know the rituals\n\n  Ayo, huh, we inspired to be the richest plugs\n  No kiss and hugs, niggas shoot at your heart\n  And tell 'em this is love, a ditch is dug\n  I'm an illegitimate thug\n  Feds want me pinched, my studio called, crib is bugged\n  Another nigga that ain't fit the glove\n  That mean the evidence presented is not enough to convince a judge\n  I send a hit, get the witness plugged, listen, bruh\n  I was givin' slugs, gettin' rich sellin' vicious drugs\n  I'm in the section next to Mr. Rugs\n\n  When I sit in clubs, I drink a whole\n  Bottle and give your bitch the suds\n\n  I don't care if you Crip or Blood\n  This blue steel will make your whole\n  Clique drip blood 'til it's a flood\n  I got rich off pitchin' bud\n  Seven bedrooms, four and a half baths with expensive tubs\n\n  Nigga, this is what ambition does\n  I put a brick in the door and the dash, but I don't deliver grub\n  Huh, niggas fiendin' in desperation\n\n  Mad I exceeded they expectations\n  Then they start singin', bringin' my team in investigations\n  But my shooters gon' handle the cleanin' and restoration\n  Nigga, explanations was barely explained\n  I ain't get strong in the gym, I got strong from carryin' pain\n  Best believe I'm wearin' these chains\n  This necklace came from havin' addresses in various names\n  And now I'm cruisin' in the dark\n  But these rides drive themselves, my nigga\n  You see the amusement when it park\n\n  I do it from the art and we don't take light bets\n  It's a gamble to make music from the heart, huh\n  I told Daniel that I need two of each animal\n  Like I'm 'bout to use it for the ark\n\n  Huh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have sold a brick or two\n  But you don't know the rituals, nigga\n"},{"id":35259152,"name":"Rituals","trackName":"Rituals","artistName":"Ransom feat. 38 Spesh","albumName":"No Rest for the Wicked","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that's well done if you said it's beef\nInstead of grief, we passed our test\nIt's time that you met a piece (Blaow)\nUsed to be a nightmare, countin' bodies instead of sheep\nJust got my dream job, but ironically now I never sleep\n\nHere, pull up a better seat (Come on)\nGet a close look at this game and claim you a set of cleats (Uh-huh)\nJudge threw the book at a nigga, look\nHow I read the streets (Look at that)\nNiggas think it's war just because a nigga done said his peace\n\nBut I'm just tryna let it be\n\nOr some hooded niggas be stormin' your gates\n\nCrip MAC, get a couple .5s drawn in your face\nIt often relates, this street shit is like walkin' in place (It is)\nDid time on that state farm for you talkin' to jake (I did)\nYeah, I'm top five when you talk to the greats (Okay)\nBut they ain't wanna see me eat when they offered a plate (Ha)\nThe type of nigga that if we was hangin' out and it's late\nAnd you left for home, I hit you back to make sure if you safe (Facts)\nBut at the same token, when that name spoken\nLames chokin' on they words 'cause\nI been linked to extortion and rapes\n\nNah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes\nI'm not that guy to tell 'em lies that we all can embrace\nI knew it from the start (Ah)\nDeep in the bones of my body\nFrom the blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)\nYou could lose it in the dark (Uh-huh)\nWhen you don't see the lights yet (Yeah)\nManeuver with the sharks, but you don't feel the bites yet (Nah)\n\nOn the deep end tryna swim with no life vest\nYeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps\n\nNah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\nYou might have copped a brick or two, but you ain't know the rituals\n\nAyo, huh, we inspired to be the richest plugs\nNo kiss and hugs, niggas shoot at your heart\nAnd tell 'em this is love, a ditch is dug\nI'm an illegitimate thug\nFeds want me pinched, my studio called, crib is bugged\nAnother nigga that ain't fit the glove\nThat mean the evidence presented is not enough to convince a judge\nI send a hit, get the witness plugged, listen, bruh\nI was givin' slugs, gettin' rich sellin' vicious drugs\nI'm in the section next to Mr. Rugs\n\nWhen I sit in clubs, I drink a whole\nBottle and give your bitch the suds\n\nI don't care if you Crip or Blood\nThis blue steel will make your whole\nClique drip blood 'til it's a flood\nI got rich off pitchin' bud\nSeven bedrooms, four and a half baths with expensive tubs\n\nNigga, this is what ambition does\nI put a brick in the door and the dash, but I don't deliver grub\nHuh, niggas fiendin' in desperation\n\nMad I exceeded they expectations\nThen they start singin', bringin' my team in investigations\nBut my shooters gon' handle the cleanin' and restoration\nNigga, explanations was barely explained\nI ain't get strong in the gym, I got strong from carryin' pain\nBest believe I'm wearin' these chains\nThis necklace came from havin' addresses in various names\nAnd now I'm cruisin' in the dark\nBut these rides drive themselves, my nigga\nYou see the amusement when it park\n\nI do it from the art and we don't take light bets\nIt's a gamble to make music from the heart, huh\nI told Daniel that I need two of each animal\nLike I'm 'bout to use it for the ark\n\nHuh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\nYou might have sold a brick or two\nBut you don't know the rituals, nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rituals\n  artist: Ransom feat. 38 Spesh\n  album: No Rest for the Wicked\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that's well done if you said it's beef\n  Instead of grief, we passed our test\n  It's time that you met a piece (Blaow)\n  Used to be a nightmare, countin' bodies instead of sheep\n  Just got my dream job, but ironically now I never sleep\n\n  Here, pull up a better seat (Come on)\n  Get a close look at this game and claim you a set of cleats (Uh-huh)\n  Judge threw the book at a nigga, look\n  How I read the streets (Look at that)\n  Niggas think it's war just because a nigga done said his peace\n\n  But I'm just tryna let it be\n\n  Or some hooded niggas be stormin' your gates\n\n  Crip MAC, get a couple .5s drawn in your face\n  It often relates, this street shit is like walkin' in place (It is)\n  Did time on that state farm for you talkin' to jake (I did)\n  Yeah, I'm top five when you talk to the greats (Okay)\n  But they ain't wanna see me eat when they offered a plate (Ha)\n  The type of nigga that if we was hangin' out and it's late\n  And you left for home, I hit you back to make sure if you safe (Facts)\n  But at the same token, when that name spoken\n  Lames chokin' on they words 'cause\n  I been linked to extortion and rapes\n\n  Nah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes\n  I'm not that guy to tell 'em lies that we all can embrace\n  I knew it from the start (Ah)\n  Deep in the bones of my body\n  From the blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)\n  You could lose it in the dark (Uh-huh)\n  When you don't see the lights yet (Yeah)\n  Maneuver with the sharks, but you don't feel the bites yet (Nah)\n\n  On the deep end tryna swim with no life vest\n  Yeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps\n\n  Nah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have copped a brick or two, but you ain't know the rituals\n\n  Ayo, huh, we inspired to be the richest plugs\n  No kiss and hugs, niggas shoot at your heart\n  And tell 'em this is love, a ditch is dug\n  I'm an illegitimate thug\n  Feds want me pinched, my studio called, crib is bugged\n  Another nigga that ain't fit the glove\n  That mean the evidence presented is not enough to convince a judge\n  I send a hit, get the witness plugged, listen, bruh\n  I was givin' slugs, gettin' rich sellin' vicious drugs\n  I'm in the section next to Mr. Rugs\n\n  When I sit in clubs, I drink a whole\n  Bottle and give your bitch the suds\n\n  I don't care if you Crip or Blood\n  This blue steel will make your whole\n  Clique drip blood 'til it's a flood\n  I got rich off pitchin' bud\n  Seven bedrooms, four and a half baths with expensive tubs\n\n  Nigga, this is what ambition does\n  I put a brick in the door and the dash, but I don't deliver grub\n  Huh, niggas fiendin' in desperation\n\n  Mad I exceeded they expectations\n  Then they start singin', bringin' my team in investigations\n  But my shooters gon' handle the cleanin' and restoration\n  Nigga, explanations was barely explained\n  I ain't get strong in the gym, I got strong from carryin' pain\n  Best believe I'm wearin' these chains\n  This necklace came from havin' addresses in various names\n  And now I'm cruisin' in the dark\n  But these rides drive themselves, my nigga\n  You see the amusement when it park\n\n  I do it from the art and we don't take light bets\n  It's a gamble to make music from the heart, huh\n  I told Daniel that I need two of each animal\n  Like I'm 'bout to use it for the ark\n\n  Huh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have sold a brick or two\n  But you don't know the rituals, nigga\n"},{"id":30928752,"name":"Rituals (Feat. 38 Spesh) (Prod. 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By Bernard B. Whoodside)\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: No Rest For The Wicked\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that's well done if you said it's beef\n  Instead of grief, we passed our test\n  It's time that you met a piece (Blaow)\n  Used to be a nightmare, countin' bodies instead of sheep\n  Just got my dream job, but ironically now I never sleep\n\n  Here, pull up a better seat (Come on)\n  Get a close look at this game and claim you a set of cleats (Uh-huh)\n  Judge threw the book at a nigga, look\n  How I read the streets (Look at that)\n  Niggas think it's war just because a nigga done said his peace\n\n  But I'm just tryna let it be\n\n  Or some hooded niggas be stormin' your gates\n\n  Crip MAC, get a couple .5s drawn in your face\n  It often relates, this street shit is like walkin' in place (It is)\n  Did time on that state farm for you talkin' to jake (I did)\n  Yeah, I'm top five when you talk to the greats (Okay)\n  But they ain't wanna see me eat when they offered a plate (Ha)\n  The type of nigga that if we was hangin' out and it's late\n  And you left for home, I hit you back to make sure if you safe (Facts)\n  But at the same token, when that name spoken\n  Lames chokin' on they words 'cause\n  I been linked to extortion and rapes\n\n  Nah, I close my eyes, see coffins and wakes\n  I'm not that guy to tell 'em lies that we all can embrace\n  I knew it from the start (Ah)\n  Deep in the bones of my body\n  From the blood that pumps fluid in my heart (Yes)\n  You could lose it in the dark (Uh-huh)\n  When you don't see the lights yet (Yeah)\n  Maneuver with the sharks, but you don't feel the bites yet (Nah)\n\n  On the deep end tryna swim with no life vest\n  Yeah, we movin' weight, but no light reps\n\n  Nah, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have copped a brick or two, but you ain't know the rituals\n\n  Ayo, huh, we inspired to be the richest plugs\n  No kiss and hugs, niggas shoot at your heart\n  And tell 'em this is love, a ditch is dug\n  I'm an illegitimate thug\n  Feds want me pinched, my studio called, crib is bugged\n  Another nigga that ain't fit the glove\n  That mean the evidence presented is not enough to convince a judge\n  I send a hit, get the witness plugged, listen, bruh\n  I was givin' slugs, gettin' rich sellin' vicious drugs\n  I'm in the section next to Mr. Rugs\n\n  When I sit in clubs, I drink a whole\n  Bottle and give your bitch the suds\n\n  I don't care if you Crip or Blood\n  This blue steel will make your whole\n  Clique drip blood 'til it's a flood\n  I got rich off pitchin' bud\n  Seven bedrooms, four and a half baths with expensive tubs\n\n  Nigga, this is what ambition does\n  I put a brick in the door and the dash, but I don't deliver grub\n  Huh, niggas fiendin' in desperation\n\n  Mad I exceeded they expectations\n  Then they start singin', bringin' my team in investigations\n  But my shooters gon' handle the cleanin' and restoration\n  Nigga, explanations was barely explained\n  I ain't get strong in the gym, I got strong from carryin' pain\n  Best believe I'm wearin' these chains\n  This necklace came from havin' addresses in various names\n  And now I'm cruisin' in the dark\n  But these rides drive themselves, my nigga\n  You see the amusement when it park\n\n  I do it from the art and we don't take light bets\n  It's a gamble to make music from the heart, huh\n  I told Daniel that I need two of each animal\n  Like I'm 'bout to use it for the ark\n\n  Huh, when you that nigga, who you listen to?\n  You might have sold a brick or two\n  But you don't know the rituals, nigga\n"}]