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Irrelevant\nGentlemen, I know this news to you but\n\nIf you're always holding 'em down then how they gon' move up?\nYeah, I know that the truth sucks, but I'm just giving you proof, what\nCould it be your friend you're catching his boxers\nInside your wifey's crib eating your baby's fruit cups\n\nI'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that\nSo how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at?\nYeah, every song is bringing that soul back\nSo when you hear lines like Lebron, shit is a throwback\n\nIt's time we even the score\nBut if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\nThis game we sweep 'em in four\nYou gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\nHeads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\nNah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\nIt's real when you lacking a friend to call\nNo way we gon' lay down and just die\nHow it feel when your back is against the wall?\n\nChecking this game with passion, black interest, Mercedes backing\nWindows black when we get close enough to you, refrain from clashing\nBulletproof padding for the eventual self with delayed reactions\nShit flipped and you thriving, fuck you\nGon' do when we change your back then?\nDrip fully your favorite fashion, what's your deal? Just asking\n\nIt's time to negotiate, gotta keep my\nPitch higher than Baby Jackson, nigga\nIt's life lessons that only time will teach us\nGod keep me from around these leeches\nStill superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence\nClown the familiar, won't disguise your features\nSometimes our eyes deceive us\nAll my shines to Jesus for the non-believers\n\nHere's to new heroin, here to substitute internet fame, crew medicine\nWho medicine? Address me with homage and proper etiquette\nHaters irrelevant, probably wishing I go to hell assuming I never went\nMy success'll punish the negligent, look how I represent\nGotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence\nFound my niche and executed ever since\n\nIt's time we even the score\nBut if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\nThis game we sweep 'em in four\nYou gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\nHeads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\nNah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\nIt's real when you lacking a friend to call\nNo way we gon' lay down and just die\nHow it feel when your back is against the wall?","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.49] Niggas often hate when it's suitable\n[00:20.55] You gotta watch for those who are offered and paid for funerals\n[00:23.66] They probably had your son in the basement\n[00:25.41] Torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles\n[00:28.28] You knew it too, but knew if they\n[00:29.77] Crossed the grain you could do it too\n[00:31.39] Coffins laid out for you and you\n[00:33.11] What's deceitful to me could be true to you\n[00:35.30] You only get credit soon as the movie's through\n[00:37.52] Take that money that's due to you\n[00:39.30] 'Cause I've been getting paper since P was screaming out \"Hootie Hoo\"\n[00:42.36] Now who is you? Irrelevant\n[00:43.82] Gentlemen, I know this news to you but\n[00:45.83] If you're always holding 'em down then how they gon' move up?\n[00:48.65] Yeah, I know that the truth sucks, but I'm just giving you proof, what\n[00:51.80] Could it be your friend you're catching his boxers\n[00:53.71] Inside your wifey's crib eating your baby's fruit cups\n[00:56.84] I'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that\n[00:59.70] So how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at?\n[01:03.24] Yeah, every song is bringing that soul back\n[01:05.92] So when you hear lines like Lebron, shit is a throwback\n[01:08.67] It's time we even the score\n[01:10.61] But if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\n[01:13.33] This game we sweep 'em in four\n[01:15.22] You gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\n[01:18.23] Heads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\n[01:21.21] Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\n[01:25.34] It's real when you lacking a friend to call\n[01:28.58] No way we gon' lay down and just die\n[01:31.50] How it feel when your back is against the wall?\n[01:33.98] Checking this game with passion, black interest, Mercedes backing\n[01:36.88] Windows black when we get close enough to you, refrain from clashing\n[01:39.95] Bulletproof padding for the eventual self with delayed reactions\n[01:43.04] Shit flipped and you thriving, fuck you\n[01:44.69] Gon' do when we change your back then?\n[01:46.14] Drip fully your favorite fashion, what's your deal? Just asking\n[01:49.21] It's time to negotiate, gotta keep my\n[01:50.89] Pitch higher than Baby Jackson, nigga\n[01:53.15] It's life lessons that only time will teach us\n[01:55.22] God keep me from around these leeches\n[01:56.72] Still superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence\n[01:59.34] Clown the familiar, won't disguise your features\n[02:01.78] Sometimes our eyes deceive us\n[02:03.14] All my shines to Jesus for the non-believers\n[02:05.68] Here's to new heroin, here to substitute internet fame, crew medicine\n[02:09.24] Who medicine? Address me with homage and proper etiquette\n[02:12.34] Haters irrelevant, probably wishing I go to hell assuming I never went\n[02:16.20] My success'll punish the negligent, look how I represent\n[02:19.39] Gotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence\n[02:21.85] Found my niche and executed ever since\n[02:23.84] It's time we even the score\n[02:25.81] But if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\n[02:28.53] This game we sweep 'em in four\n[02:30.46] You gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\n[02:33.45] Heads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\n[02:36.46] Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\n[02:40.50] It's real when you lacking a friend to call\n[02:43.76] No way we gon' lay down and just die\n[02:46.80] How it feel when your back is against the wall?\n[02:48.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Short Notice\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: Chaos Is My Ladder\n  duration_ms: 191660\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas often hate when it's suitable\n  start_ms: 18490\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: You gotta watch for those who are offered and paid for funerals\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: They probably had your son in the basement\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: Torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28280\n- text: You knew it too, but knew if they\n  start_ms: 28280\n  end_ms: 29770\n- text: Crossed the grain you could do it too\n  start_ms: 29770\n  end_ms: 31390\n- text: Coffins laid out for you and you\n  start_ms: 31390\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: What's deceitful to me could be true to you\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You only get credit soon as the movie's through\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 37520\n- text: Take that money that's due to you\n  start_ms: 37520\n  end_ms: 39300\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been getting paper since P was screaming out \"Hootie Hoo\"'\n  start_ms: 39300\n  end_ms: 42360\n- text: Now who is you? 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Irrelevant\nGentlemen, I know this news to you but\n\nIf you're always holding 'em down then how they gon' move up?\nYeah, I know that the truth sucks, but I'm just giving you proof, what\nCould it be your friend you're catching his boxers\nInside your wifey's crib eating your baby's fruit cups\n\nI'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that\nSo how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at?\nYeah, every song is bringing that soul back\nSo when you hear lines like Lebron, shit is a throwback\n\nIt's time we even the score\nBut if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\nThis game we sweep 'em in four\nYou gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\nHeads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\nNah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\nIt's real when you lacking a friend to call\nNo way we gon' lay down and just die\nHow it feel when your back is against the wall?\n\nChecking this game with passion, black interest, Mercedes backing\nWindows black when we get close enough to you, refrain from clashing\nBulletproof padding for the eventual self with delayed reactions\nShit flipped and you thriving, fuck you\nGon' do when we change your back then?\nDrip fully your favorite fashion, what's your deal? Just asking\n\nIt's time to negotiate, gotta keep my\nPitch higher than Baby Jackson, nigga\nIt's life lessons that only time will teach us\nGod keep me from around these leeches\nStill superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence\nClown the familiar, won't disguise your features\nSometimes our eyes deceive us\nAll my shines to Jesus for the non-believers\n\nHere's to new heroin, here to substitute internet fame, crew medicine\nWho medicine? Address me with homage and proper etiquette\nHaters irrelevant, probably wishing I go to hell assuming I never went\nMy success'll punish the negligent, look how I represent\nGotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence\nFound my niche and executed ever since\n\nIt's time we even the score\nBut if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\nThis game we sweep 'em in four\nYou gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\nHeads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\nNah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\nIt's real when you lacking a friend to call\nNo way we gon' lay down and just die\nHow it feel when your back is against the wall?","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.49] Niggas often hate when it's suitable\n[00:20.55] You gotta watch for those who are offered and paid for funerals\n[00:23.66] They probably had your son in the basement\n[00:25.41] Torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles\n[00:28.28] You knew it too, but knew if they\n[00:29.77] Crossed the grain you could do it too\n[00:31.39] Coffins laid out for you and you\n[00:33.11] What's deceitful to me could be true to you\n[00:35.30] You only get credit soon as the movie's through\n[00:37.52] Take that money that's due to you\n[00:39.30] 'Cause I've been getting paper since P was screaming out \"Hootie Hoo\"\n[00:42.36] Now who is you? 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Just asking\n[01:49.21] It's time to negotiate, gotta keep my\n[01:50.89] Pitch higher than Baby Jackson, nigga\n[01:53.15] It's life lessons that only time will teach us\n[01:55.22] God keep me from around these leeches\n[01:56.72] Still superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence\n[01:59.34] Clown the familiar, won't disguise your features\n[02:01.78] Sometimes our eyes deceive us\n[02:03.14] All my shines to Jesus for the non-believers\n[02:05.68] Here's to new heroin, here to substitute internet fame, crew medicine\n[02:09.24] Who medicine? Address me with homage and proper etiquette\n[02:12.34] Haters irrelevant, probably wishing I go to hell assuming I never went\n[02:16.20] My success'll punish the negligent, look how I represent\n[02:19.39] Gotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence\n[02:21.85] Found my niche and executed ever since\n[02:23.84] It's time we even the score\n[02:25.81] But if we both shooting no way we leaving a draw\n[02:28.53] This game we sweep 'em in four\n[02:30.46] You gotta judge a team on how they leaving the court\n[02:33.45] Heads high, it's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy\n[02:36.46] Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by\n[02:40.50] It's real when you lacking a friend to call\n[02:43.76] No way we gon' lay down and just die\n[02:46.80] How it feel when your back is against the wall?\n[02:48.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Short Notice\n  artist: Ransom, V Don, Lloyd Banks\n  album: Chaos Is My Ladder\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggas often hate when it's suitable\n  start_ms: 18490\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: You gotta watch for those who are offered and paid for funerals\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 23660\n- text: They probably had your son in the basement\n  start_ms: 23660\n  end_ms: 25410\n- text: Torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles\n  start_ms: 25410\n  end_ms: 28280\n- text: You knew it too, but knew if they\n  start_ms: 28280\n  end_ms: 29770\n- text: Crossed the grain you could do it too\n  start_ms: 29770\n  end_ms: 31390\n- text: Coffins laid out for you and you\n  start_ms: 31390\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: What's deceitful to me could be true to you\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: You only get credit soon as the movie's through\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 37520\n- text: Take that money that's due to you\n  start_ms: 37520\n  end_ms: 39300\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been getting paper since P was screaming out \"Hootie Hoo\"'\n  start_ms: 39300\n  end_ms: 42360\n- text: Now who is you? 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