[{"id":17244195,"name":"Still Going In","trackName":"Still Going In","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"Still Goin In","duration":142.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\nI walk around the house with all mine on\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\nThey wasn't there when I needed help hey\nWhere the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\nMe, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\nBeat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\nTake a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\nBut if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\nWhen they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\nJumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\nCause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\nNaw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\nYou do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\nNew bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\nPromise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\nHurt me no hurt me\n\nI don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\nI wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\nOwe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\nAye listen\nOkay with that being said I aim it at his chest\nHe got his hands up like he saying the pledge\nPledge of allegiance, National Anthem\nI got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\nHe see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\nCause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\nWhat was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\nI did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\nI remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\nI remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\nI was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\nI did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\nLaughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\nTell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\nAnd I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\nAnd the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\nNaw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\nYoung sissy lovers\nI don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\nTell me what it is that I could learn from you\nFuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Going In\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: Still Goin In\n  duration_ms: 142680\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\n  I walk around the house with all mine on\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\n  They wasn't there when I needed help hey\n  Where the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\n  Me, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\n  Beat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\n  Take a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\n  But if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":14822525,"name":"Still Going In","trackName":"Still Going In","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"Going In: The Trilogy","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\nI walk around the house with all mine on\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\nThey wasn't there when I needed help hey\nWhere the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\nMe, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\nBeat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\nTake a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\nBut if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\nWhen they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\nJumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\nCause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\nNaw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\nYou do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\nNew bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\nPromise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\nHurt me no hurt me\n\nI don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\nI wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\nOwe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\nAye listen\nOkay with that being said I aim it at his chest\nHe got his hands up like he saying the pledge\nPledge of allegiance, National Anthem\nI got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\nHe see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\nCause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\nWhat was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\nI did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\nI remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\nI remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\nI was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\nI did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\nLaughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\nTell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\nAnd I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\nAnd the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\nNaw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\nYoung sissy lovers\nI don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\nTell me what it is that I could learn from you\nFuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Going In\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'Going In: The Trilogy'\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\n  I walk around the house with all mine on\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\n  They wasn't there when I needed help hey\n  Where the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\n  Me, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\n  Beat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\n  Take a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\n  But if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":10369544,"name":"Still Going In","trackName":"Still Going In","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"Still Goin In Reloaded","duration":142.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\nI walk around the house with all mine on\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\nThey wasn't there when I needed help hey\nWhere the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\nMe, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\nBeat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\nTake a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\nBut if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\nWhen they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\nJumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\nCause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\nNaw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\nYou do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\nNew bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\nPromise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\nHurt me no hurt me\n\nI don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\nI wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\nOwe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\nAye listen\nOkay with that being said I aim it at his chest\nHe got his hands up like he saying the pledge\nPledge of allegiance, National Anthem\nI got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\nHe see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\nCause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\nWhat was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\nI did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\nI remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\nI remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\nI was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\nI did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\nLaughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\nTell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\nAnd I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\nAnd the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\nNaw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\nYoung sissy lovers\nI don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\nTell me what it is that I could learn from you\nFuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Going In\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: Still Goin In Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 142000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\n  I walk around the house with all mine on\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\n  They wasn't there when I needed help hey\n  Where the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\n  Me, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\n  Beat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\n  Take a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\n  But if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":34121398,"name":"Still Going In","trackName":"Still Going In","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"Still Goin In Reloaded","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\nI walk around the house with all mine on\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\nThey wasn't there when I needed help hey\nWhere the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\nMe, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\nBeat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\nTake a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\nBut if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\nWhen they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\nJumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\nCause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\nNaw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\nYou do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\nNew bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\nPromise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\nHurt me no hurt me\n\nI don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\nI wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\nOwe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\nAye listen\nOkay with that being said I aim it at his chest\nHe got his hands up like he saying the pledge\nPledge of allegiance, National Anthem\nI got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\nHe see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\nCause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\nWhat was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\nI did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\nI remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\nI remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\nI was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\nI did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\nLaughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\nTell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\nAnd I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\nAnd the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\nNaw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\nYoung sissy lovers\nI don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\nTell me what it is that I could learn from you\nFuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Going In\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: Still Goin In Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\n  I walk around the house with all mine on\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\n  They wasn't there when I needed help hey\n  Where the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\n  Me, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\n  Beat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\n  Take a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\n  But if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":18081628,"name":"Still Going In","trackName":"Still Going In","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"Still Goin In - Reloaded (2017 Reissue)","duration":142.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\nI walk around the house with all mine on\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\nThey wasn't there when I needed help hey\nWhere the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\nMe, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\nBeat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\nTake a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\nBut if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\nShout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\nWhen they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\nJumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\nCause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\nNaw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\nYou do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\nNew bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\nPromise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\nHurt me no hurt me\n\nI don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\nI wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\nBeen through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\nI moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\nOwe them niggas nothing\nNow them niggas mad that I made it\nEvery time I come around they start acting shady\nBut I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\nAye listen\nOkay with that being said I aim it at his chest\nHe got his hands up like he saying the pledge\nPledge of allegiance, National Anthem\nI got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\nHe see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\nCause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\nWhat was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\nI did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\nI remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\nI remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\nI was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\nI did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\nLaughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\nTell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\nAnd I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\nAnd the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\nNaw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\nYoung sissy lovers\nI don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\nTell me what it is that I could learn from you\nFuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: 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his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":10693746,"name":"Still Going In [Prod. 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By B.E. Of Stoopid Beatz]\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: Still Goin In Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 142000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm pretty sure you see these chains on right now and I be damned if I take em off\n  I walk around the house with all mine on\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga, cuz they wasn't there when I was broke\n  They wasn't there when I needed help hey\n  Where the fuck they was at when my mama needed help, they was no where to be found\n  Me, Chicken, and Mario had to hold it down\n  Beat a nigga ass give a fuck bout lock down\n  Take a nigga weed and he bet not make a sound\n  But if he do next thing you know we gon hang his ass out\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga ride on the foreign when he was in visitation (naw)\n  Shout out to the COs who let a nigga whack all that eat it up all in they faces\n  When they know they liked that but couldn't wanna tell nobody\n  Jumped out that top roll like Scotty too hotty, Made it to the top now the fuck nigga watching\n  Cause I made it all by myself, I ain't need no help nigga\n  Naw nigga imma ball nigga just like Spalding\n  You do a lot of talking, I don't like to talk cause I rather let the chopper talk for me (whoo)\n\n  New bitch new car I'm swerving, make her ride it like Kentucky Durby\n  Promise I won't cheat just do not hurt me\n  Hurt me no hurt me\n\n  I don't wanna lie no more, I don't wanna cheat no more\n  I wanna make my wrongs right and I just wanna even the score, score whoo whoo whoo!\n\n  Been through a whole lot of shit I be damn if I go back broke naw no way no way\n  I moved out the hood bought a house in the suburbs told my niggas I don't\n  Owe them niggas nothing\n  Now them niggas mad that I made it\n  Every time I come around they start acting shady\n  But I don't give two fucks about it nigga (I don't give two fucks about it nigga)\n\n  Aye listen\n  Okay with that being said I aim it at his chest\n  He got his hands up like he saying the pledge\n  Pledge of allegiance, National Anthem\n  I got him screaming, he need a pamper, he shitted hiself he shitted hiself oh lord\n  He see I'm the best so I beat him to death oh god forgive me\n  Cause they ain't take a nigga like me serious\n  What was I to do when nobody was there to hear me\n  I did some fucked up shit it's me who gotta live with it\n\n  I remember my first job I got fired, I remember my first time watching the wire\n  I remember playing hide and go seek but wasn't hiding, I wasn't even tryna find you\n  I was rumbling tryna find me some Pradas, I did I did I did did\n  I did it I did it, Even though I ain't go to college still made me a whole lot of money\n  Laughing at my teachers who said I would never be shit\n  Tell me why they hated on me for no reason, I remember when we was beefing with 4 season\n  And I ain't talking bout fall no spring, even when the times when a nigga on free\n  And the summer time short so imma freak some for these hoes\n  Naw no polish on them nigga, I don't do that gay shit no I don't do that gay shit\n  Young sissy lovers\n  I don't fuck with them fuck y'all mothafuckas it's 9 duece no other\n  Tell me what it is that I could learn from you\n  Fuck you you stupid muhfucka you suffer\n"},{"id":32930943,"name":"The Pull Up","trackName":"The Pull Up","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA : Still Going In","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rich, as in, spirit\nHm, you get it?\nI love my family forever, though\n\nI done been through so much in this past year\nBut I done took me so much money like a cashier\nBut I could never forget about where I came from\nI ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\nAston Martin, that's why I pull up\nOkay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\nPocket full of money every time I pull up\nAnd I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\nMoney stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\nWhole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\nI valet my car every time I pull up\nPull up\n\nPull up in a car you ain't never seen, better believe these doors'll pull up\nPull up with a broad you ain't never seen, better believe her dress'll pull up\nIf a nigga talking shit I don't give a damn who you with, my niggas'll pull up\nHold up, what? Nigga, pull up\nFirst things first that's family, nah, hold up, hold up\nI get green like cabbage, shooting at a nigga like the Mavericks\nFor my family, I do anything for them\nDon't play 'bout family, play with them and I shoot any nigga for them, I swear\nTell me, have you ever been in a situation where you don't care?\nYou know, everybody scared of the truth so they all [?] dare\nTell me, why does it seem like that? Why it gotta be like that?\n[?] first, they need my back, they don't know that\n\nI done been through so much in this past year\nBut I done took me so much money like a cashier\nBut I could never forget about where I came from\nI ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\nAston Martin, that's why I pull up\nOkay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\nPocket full of money every time I pull up\nAnd I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\nMoney stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\nWhole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\nI valet my car every time I pull up\nPull up\n\nNew car I just pulled up, 2K16, you ain't never seen\n[?] watch like, \"What up?\", diamonds they looking so clean\nWalk through the club did the Rich Homie dance moonwalk, that's the new Billie Jean\nAnd just like Mich, I do it for my family\nCame back like a nigga left, [?] flex, [?] my fam\nNo animal, I got a [?] but I still ain't caught the lamb\nAnd my mama love me so much, don't call or tell me, I call the town\nAnd I used to do dirty shit, till I went and took a bath\nAnd I realize when that money gone, I ain't gon' have nobody there for me but family\n\nI done been through so much in this past year\nBut I done took me so much money like a cashier\nBut I could never forget about where I came from\nI ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\nAston Martin, that's why I pull up\nOkay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\nPocket full of money every time I pull up\nAnd I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\nMoney stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\nWhole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\nI valet my car every time I pull up\nPull up","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] Rich, as in, spirit\n[00:05.95] Hm, you get it?\n[00:08.43] I love my family forever, though\n[00:13.58] I done been through so much in this past year\n[00:16.74] But I done took me so much money like a cashier\n[00:19.99] But I could never forget about where I came from\n[00:23.92] I ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\n[00:29.14] Aston Martin, that's why I pull up\n[00:31.68] Okay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\n[00:36.05] Pocket full of money every time I pull up\n[00:39.83] And I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\n[00:45.53] Money stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\n[00:49.28] Whole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\n[00:53.25] I valet my car every time I pull up\n[00:57.45] Pull up\n[00:59.17] Pull up in a car you ain't never seen, better believe these doors'll pull up\n[01:02.62] Pull up with a broad you ain't never seen, better believe her dress'll pull up\n[01:06.41] If a nigga talking shit I don't give a damn who you with, my niggas'll pull up\n[01:10.01] Hold up, what? Nigga, pull up\n[01:13.75] First things first that's family, nah, hold up, hold up\n[01:17.36] I get green like cabbage, shooting at a nigga like the Mavericks\n[01:21.12] For my family, I do anything for them\n[01:24.12] Don't play 'bout family, play with them and I shoot any nigga for them, I swear\n[01:28.13] Tell me, have you ever been in a situation where you don't care?\n[01:33.61] You know, everybody scared of the truth so they all [?] dare\n[01:37.57] Tell me, why does it seem like that? Why it gotta be like that?\n[01:40.32] [?] first, they need my back, they don't know that\n[01:42.73] I done been through so much in this past year\n[01:45.23] But I done took me so much money like a cashier\n[01:49.08] But I could never forget about where I came from\n[01:52.75] I ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\n[01:57.89] Aston Martin, that's why I pull up\n[02:01.14] Okay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\n[02:05.39] Pocket full of money every time I pull up\n[02:08.57] And I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\n[02:14.38] Money stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\n[02:18.18] Whole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\n[02:21.80] I valet my car every time I pull up\n[02:26.83] Pull up\n[02:27.67] New car I just pulled up, 2K16, you ain't never seen\n[02:31.26] [?] watch like, \"What up?\", diamonds they looking so clean\n[02:34.86] Walk through the club did the Rich Homie dance moonwalk, that's the new Billie Jean\n[02:38.61] And just like Mich, I do it for my family\n[02:42.24] Came back like a nigga left, [?] flex, [?] my fam\n[02:53.22] No animal, I got a [?] but I still ain't caught the lamb\n[02:56.77] And my mama love me so much, don't call or tell me, I call the town\n[03:00.31] And I used to do dirty shit, till I went and took a bath\n[03:04.25] And I realize when that money gone, I ain't gon' have nobody there for me but family\n[03:09.08] I done been through so much in this past year\n[03:13.83] But I done took me so much money like a cashier\n[03:17.59] But I could never forget about where I came from\n[03:21.35] I ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\n[03:26.66] Aston Martin, that's why I pull up\n[03:29.71] Okay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\n[03:33.88] Pocket full of money every time I pull up\n[03:37.47] And I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\n[03:43.29] Money stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\n[03:46.71] Whole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\n[03:50.80] I valet my car every time I pull up\n[03:55.72] Pull up\n[03:56.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Pull Up\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rich, as in, spirit\n  start_ms: 1150\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: Hm, you get it?\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 8430\n- text: I love my family forever, though\n  start_ms: 8430\n  end_ms: 13580\n- text: I done been through so much in this past year\n  start_ms: 13580\n  end_ms: 16740\n- text: But I done took me so much money like a cashier\n  start_ms: 16740\n  end_ms: 19990\n- text: But I could never forget about where I came from\n  start_ms: 19990\n  end_ms: 23920\n- text: I ain't jump on no speed but I wish I would, and I would have been James Bond\n  start_ms: 23920\n  end_ms: 29140\n- text: Aston Martin, that's why I pull up\n  start_ms: 29140\n  end_ms: 31680\n- text: Okay, now stupid bitches every time I pull up\n  start_ms: 31680\n  end_ms: 36050\n- text: Pocket full of money every time I pull up\n  start_ms: 36050\n  end_ms: 39830\n- text: And I got like ten bitches in the car with me every time I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up\n  start_ms: 39830\n  end_ms: 45530\n- text: Money stacks to the ceiling when I pull up\n  start_ms: 45530\n  end_ms: 49280\n- text: Whole lot of bitches in my room when I pull up\n  start_ms: 49280\n  end_ms: 53250\n- text: I valet my car every time I pull up\n  start_ms: 53250\n  end_ms: 57450\n- text: Pull up\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 59170\n- text: Pull up in a car you ain't never seen, better believe these doors'll pull up\n  start_ms: 59170\n  end_ms: 62620\n- text: Pull up with a broad you ain't never seen, better believe her dress'll pull up\n  start_ms: 62620\n  end_ms: 66410\n- text: If a nigga talking shit I don't give a damn who you with, my niggas'll pull up\n  start_ms: 66410\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Hold up, what? 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ain't put it in my crack when I seen 'em in my rear view\nGotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you\n'Cause I got bread by the motherfuckin' loaf\nShorty give head on the motherfuckin' low\nShorty she was scared so I kept it on the low\nI had to get some head from my motherfuckin' folks\n\nAnd she didn't tell nobody, I stuck it in her motherfuckin' throat\nThat pussy smell like water, mm, mm, good\n\nI got money just like Pablo\nI told my cousin, Gustavo\nPut a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho\nColombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talking 'bout nachos\n\nI feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit for my muchachos\nI'm a walking lick, I know these niggas plottin' on me\nNo disrespect but I got these El Chapo's on me\nI hope you ready for war\n\nRunning the road down\nShooting at all of these niggas\nNo homo, put him in the birthday suit\nTake the drawers off that nigga\nHold up, wait, he the type of nigga talk to twelve\nYeah, and call on me nigga\nHe ain't even blood to me, he lame to me\nI got a baby mama, motherfucker suckin' me\nOn the low low, you feel me?\nFuck her on the floor beside her children\nHe don't know even when she trippin'\nPablo money, sixty million\nThey don't like she fuck with a nigga like me, you feel me?\n\nWho the fuck put the red dot on me?\nNow they all on my tail, but guess what?\nI ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over\nI ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over\nMy dad's 100, plus another fuckin' hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over\nGotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you\n\nI got money just like Pablo\nI told my cousin, Gustavo\nPut a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho\nColombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talking 'bout nachos\nI feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit for my muchachos\nI'm a walking lick, I know these niggas plottin' on me\nNo disrespect but I 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pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over\n[02:09.75] I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over\n[02:13.17] My dad's 100, plus another fuckin' hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over\n[02:16.67] Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at, gotta make them niggas feel you\n[02:20.94] I got money just like Pablo\n[02:23.67] I told my cousin, Gustavo\n[02:25.67] Put a million dollar cash money in my momma coucho\n[02:28.08] Colombian cheese, no Mexican, I ain't talking 'bout nachos\n[02:31.33] I feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit for my muchachos\n[02:35.24] I'm a walking lick, I know these niggas plottin' on me\n[02:39.18] No disrespect but I got these El Chapo's on me\n[02:42.76] I hope you ready for war\n[02:45.62] I hope you ready for war\n[02:50.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pablo\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: ABTA (Still Going In)\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: 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I gotta pull\nIcey grape\nBoy your diamonds looking dull\nMy shit straight nigga\nShining like a mug\nEveryday I wake up\nBoy I thank my Lord\nThank my Lord\nAnd that is Why-y-y","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.92] Sometimes\n[00:05.09] I just sit back on my balcony\n[00:08.95] And I just look at the stars and ask\n[00:12.02] Why\n[00:13.91] Nah I mean\n[00:15.62] I be on some other shit man\n[00:18.19] She want that Jada and Will\n[00:20.38] Relationship\n[00:20.95] I told her baby we can be them\n[00:23.04] And we don't need no calendar\n[00:24.61] Fuck a Monday\n[00:25.85] Cause everyday I'm her M.C.M\n[00:26.80] M.C.M bag I bought her\n[00:28.98] But she didn't like it\n[00:29.96] So I took it back\n[00:30.78] Then her Lil pretty face got excited\n[00:31.84] I don't want her ass\n[00:33.18] I done growed up it don't excited me\n[00:33.92] I only want a check\n[00:34.95] No endorsement by Nike\n[00:35.76] Smoking on purple no Viking\n[00:38.62] Heard yo baby daddy wanna fight me\n[00:40.15] Tell him pull up, pull up, pull up\n[00:42.45] They ain't talking bout heroin\n[00:44.03] Know I shoot up, shoot up, shoot up\n[00:44.88] I don't wanna lose her, lose her, lose her\n[00:46.74] So I took her to Dubai\n[00:48.29] And I flew up, flew up, flew up\n[00:49.32] She may tell lie but she loyal for sure\n[00:51.24] I couldn't get her no Ferrari\n[00:52.88] So I got her a Porsche\n[00:54.05] Tell me he lame\n[00:55.33] But he really can't afford it\n[00:56.03] I feel a lil ashamed\n[00:57.08] For making you have an abortion\n[00:58.35] Baby mama when you get to nagging\n[00:59.55] I ignore you\n[01:01.17] We got matching outfits\n[01:01.82] Polo\n[01:02.61] Cause she like to ride dick\n[01:03.81] Like a horsie\n[01:04.64] Ass, Big, Enormous\n[01:06.36] Big House, Flat screens\n[01:07.22] Everything cordless\n[01:08.62] Mimi holding on to that shower pole\n[01:10.03] Let's make us a sex tape\n[01:11.61] Ima let my home boy record it\n[01:13.07] Bitch ain't got no sense\n[01:14.33] She slower than a tortoise\n[01:15.54] Running from 12\n[01:16.53] Jumping fences in my new Jordan's\n[01:17.59] That Lil jet waiting on deuce say\n[01:19.95] I'm breathless\n[01:20.99] I got one question\n[01:22.14] And that's\n[01:22.99] Why\n[01:24.77] Why\n[01:25.78] Why-y-y\n[01:28.08] My only question is\n[01:29.70] Why Why Why\n[01:36.73] What you talking bout\n[01:37.67] Three letter word\n[01:38.76] Why I lied to her\n[01:40.56] Why I lied to her\n[01:42.31] Oh Why-y-y\n[01:43.64] Why I'd cheat on her\n[01:45.32] Why I'd cheat on her\n[01:46.87] I don't know why\n[01:48.71] I trying to do better baby\n[01:50.35] I swear to god\n[01:51.48] I swear to god\n[01:52.63] I trying\n[01:54.89] You know I don't usually ask questions\n[01:56.25] But I gotta just know why\n[01:58.36] Why you had to do me like that?\n[02:00.51] Tell me why you wanna leave me?\n[02:02.68] I thought you were my babyyy\n[02:04.77] I ain't seen you in two weeks\n[02:05.69] Im going crazy\n[02:07.11] Hate that I feel like this\n[02:08.00] I don't know what to do\n[02:09.02] I dont know who to run too\n[02:10.50] Who am I to trust?\n[02:11.46] When everybody fuck with\n[02:12.43] All the same niggas\n[02:13.63] And the same bitches\n[02:14.96] Ew!\n[02:15.70] Nasty!\n[02:16.42] What am I to do if I can't have her?\n[02:18.54] I walked out the bank\n[02:19.90] A hundred bands in plastic\n[02:20.54] Temp fade nigga\n[02:21.72] No Webbie, Ima savage\n[02:22.78] Had to put the lil bitch in time out\n[02:23.81] Cause she the baddest, baddest\n[02:26.23] Pin her down, Randy Savage, Savage\n[02:28.63] She ain't even bad\n[02:30.03] Why you bragging, bragging?\n[02:31.11] I pull up with something different everyday\n[02:32.65] That Lil hoe you came with, boy Average\n[02:34.38] Classic\n[02:35.41] Boy I pulled up and parked my car\n[02:38.08] Jurassic, Ew\n[02:39.08] Niggas tryna kill me\n[02:40.16] Boy Im feeling like Suge\n[02:41.14] But they don't wanna try it\n[02:42.49] Like 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Don't drank, for real\n[01:00.47] If I were to pull up in a two [?]\n[01:02.76] Too many hoes in the Splinter, I done put like eight inside that bitch\n[01:08.34] VVS diamond they shinin', I put fifty [?] around my wrist\n[01:11.96] Better not come 'round with your bitch\n[01:13.71] Hit the hoe one time, shit over with\n[01:15.76] 24, make it look like a stolen bitch\n[01:17.58] [?] whip\n[01:19.66] Spent a hunnid K to get the motor built\n[01:21.25] [?] with the chrome on the lip\n[01:23.33] Pockets fat like Cheech with a thong in the middle\n[01:24.94] Give a fuck how he feel 'cause I don't know that nigga\n[01:26.90] I show that nigga by administration, leave him bleedin'\n[01:29.68] Man that's a real situation\n[01:31.24] The situation could've been a whole lot worser but I swear a nigga could've died\n[01:34.19] When my situation got a little better, lot of these fuck niggas, they looked surprised\n[01:37.93] And it be the closest people hating on your situation, looking at you 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man\nShe want that Jada and Will\nRelationship\nI told her baby we can be them\nAnd we don't need no calendar\nFuck a Monday\nCause everyday I'm her M.C.M\nM.C.M bag I bought her\nBut she didn't like it\nSo I took it back\nThen her Lil pretty face got excited\nI don't want her ass\nI done growed up it don't excited me\nI only want a check\nNo endorsement by Nike\nSmoking on purple no Viking\nHeard yo baby daddy wanna fight me\nTell him pull up, pull up, pull up\nThey ain't talking bout heroin\nKnow I shoot up, shoot up, shoot up\nI don't wanna lose her, lose her, lose her\nSo I took her to Dubai\nAnd I flew up, flew up, flew up\nShe may tell lie but she loyal for sure\nI couldn't get her no Ferrari\nSo I got her a Porsche\nTell me he lame\nBut he really can't afford it\nI feel a lil ashamed\nFor making you have an abortion\nBaby mama when you get to nagging\nI ignore you\nWe got matching outfits\nPolo\nCause she like to ride dick\nLike a horsie\nAss, Big, Enormous\nBig House, Flat screens\nEverything cordless\nMimi holding on to that shower pole\nLet's make us a sex tape\nIma let my home boy record it\nBitch ain't got no sense\nShe slower than a tortoise\nRunning from 12\nJumping fences in my new Jordan's\nThat Lil jet waiting on deuce say\nI'm breathless\nI got one question\nAnd that's\nWhy\nWhy\nWhy-y-y\nMy only question is\nWhy Why Why\nWhat you talking bout\nThree letter word\nWhy I lied to her\nWhy I lied to her\nOh Why-y-y\nWhy I'd cheat on her\nWhy I'd cheat on her\nI don't know why\nI trying to do better baby\nI swear to god\nI swear to god\nI trying\nYou know I don't usually ask questions\nBut I gotta just know why\n\nWhy you had to do me like that?\nTell me why you wanna leave me?\nI thought you were my babyyy\nI ain't seen you in two weeks\nIm going crazy\nHate that I feel like this\nI don't know what to do\nI dont know who to run too\nWho am I to trust?\nWhen everybody fuck with\nAll the same niggas\nAnd the same bitches\nEw!\nNasty!\nWhat am I to do 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Why? Why?) 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Why? Why?) 'Cause they might grow up to be something real special\n[00:49.22] You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody\n[00:50.83] Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody\n[00:54.72] Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet\n[00:58.01] No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink\n[01:01.09] At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet\n[01:04.02] Still stop at [?] or Citgo just to get me some sweets\n[01:07.03] Shout out [?], [?], shout out [?]\n[01:10.97] Shout out the 6, 'cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE\n[01:13.05] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[01:16.93] Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n[01:25.02] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[01:30.58] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:34.39] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:37.10] I keep my pistol on ready, 'cause I don't live for the moment\n[01:40.03] Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies\n[01:43.16] She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna\n[01:46.06] She asking, \"Quan, do you got me?\"\n[01:47.89] I tell her, \"Get some insurance\"\n[01:49.12] Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty\n[01:52.08] Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money\n[01:55.58] These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose\n[01:58.26] I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms\n[02:01.53] Tell me why, maybe you know\n[02:05.13] They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke\n[02:12.54] Came back in the motherfuckin' [?]\n[02:16.38] [?] on with some balmain britches\n[02:18.55] Them lame niggas over there but I hit all they bitches\n[02:21.79] I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don't call them bitches\n[02:26.39] I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right\n[02:31.63] But when I do it, boy, I give the [?]\n[02:32.56] Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car\n[02:34.61] I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'\n[02:36.48] Nah, be careful they got [?], be careful I got jailed\n[02:40.88] The code word, we call it, \"Christmas\" when we talking bail\n[02:43.01] I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail\n[02:45.87] Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell\n[02:49.70] But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\n[02:52.25] And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls\n[02:55.14] Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk\n[02:58.25] And every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, [?]\n[03:01.47] Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em\n[03:17.17] Her natural hair long, what I like about her\n[03:20.34] This ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips\n[03:22.57] These ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas\n[03:25.47] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[03:31.28] Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n[03:37.73] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[03:44.33] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:46.88] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:50.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeahhh\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm in love [?], you regular type of nigga\n  start_ms: 13420\n  end_ms: 15790\n- text: Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business\n  start_ms: 15790\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: These niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 21350\n- text: These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed\n  start_ms: 21350\n  end_ms: 23540\n- text: Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid\n  start_ms: 23540\n  end_ms: 27680\n- text: At every game I would win, they would think that shit was real\n  start_ms: 27680\n  end_ms: 30630\n- text: That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog\n  start_ms: 30630\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 36440\n- text: Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out\n  start_ms: 36440\n  end_ms: 39300\n- text: Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?\n  start_ms: 39300\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: I told that bitch, \"Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out\"\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: (Why? 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fake\n  Wait wait\n  I mean turn up turn up [?]\n  Got these foreign bitches walking 'round here naked\n  Huh huh\n  Bitch you starting to look the same are we related\n  Wait wait\n  I can't fuck you heard you were already pregnant\n  But but\n  I might do it anyway\n  But but but\n  I see something so special in your eyes\n  I-I just hope you are not faking in disguise\n  Cause I got so much money in this motherfucker\n  Quan what kind of bag is that [?] motherfucker\n  And I could've payed five, dropped a dime in that motherfucker\n  And that lil bit was alright\n  She ain't really know how to suck it\n  But at twelve [?] pull over shorty know how to take it\n\n  Cause shorty she young and thugging\n  Young and thugging, thugging, thugging\n  She young and thugging\n  Thugging thugging thugging thugging\n  She young and thugging\n  Yeah yeah\n  She young and thugging\n  Young and thugging, young and thugging, young and thugging\n\n  She'll take a charge for me (thugging thugging thugging)\n  She'll go to Harvard (thugging thugging thugging)\n  She'll even walk off in the airport with it (thugging thugging thugging)\n  Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging\n"},{"id":14832378,"name":"Who I Am","trackName":"Who I Am","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA : Still Going In","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know I fucked up, shorty\nForgive me\nYou know what I'm saying?\nNot for the mistakes\n\nBut for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\nThank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\nThey went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\nI got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\nEvery day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\nI thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\nLike a certified barber, I got money on your head\nHey listen\n\nMoney under the mattress, chopper under my bed\nTyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin'\nI stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds\nI know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids\nI need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)\nThese niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real\nCan't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal\nHouse so big on a hill\nCouch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills\nWith her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her\nI ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)\nShow me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me\nHad to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me\n\nBut for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\nThank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\nThey went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\nI got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\nEvery day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\nI thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\nLike a certified barber, I got money on your head\nHey listen\n\nNow I'm back like I left something\nI ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty\nGive it to me, I ain't askin', for the pussy I'm an addict\nI can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static\nTreat the bitch like a throwaway 'cause you know the lil hoe trashy\nShe telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain't havin' it\nS I T H, I swear my [?]\nShe grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy\nShe ain't worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been\nShe swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average\nI ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya\nI shoot you in your face before I back stab ya\nHm, hold on, wait\n\nBut for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\nThank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\nThey went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\nI got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\nEvery day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\nI thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\nLike a certified barber, I got money on your head\nHey listen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who I Am\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I know I fucked up, shorty\n  Forgive me\n  You know what I'm saying?\n  Not for the mistakes\n\n  But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n\n  Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed\n  Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin'\n  I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds\n  I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids\n  I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)\n  These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real\n  Can't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal\n  House so big on a hill\n  Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills\n  With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her\n  I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)\n  Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me\n  Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me\n\n  But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n\n  Now I'm back like I left something\n  I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty\n  Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the pussy I'm an addict\n  I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static\n  Treat the bitch like a throwaway 'cause you know the lil hoe trashy\n  She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain't havin' it\n  S I T H, I swear my [?]\n  She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy\n  She ain't worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been\n  She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average\n  I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya\n  I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya\n  Hm, hold on, wait\n\n  But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n"},{"id":33503684,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA : Still Going In","duration":30.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nYou Know\nIf you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\nThats Royal Rich\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nYeah\nYou Know\nIf you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\nThats Royal Rich\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nStarted with i aint start with paper started with none\njumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\ni was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\ni was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\nfuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\nand nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\nfucc that ima kick shit like?\ntalk that gun wen you see me in public\nyou the type the kick nigga i am the subject\nand im still going in\nbut I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nsome type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\nden my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\ngotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\ni might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\ni aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\ni been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\nget money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\nwho tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\ngotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\nbut i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\nstill goin in\ni say im still goin in\nwhen i stop ask double r\nwhen i stop i will not ask double r\nit aint over quan no\ni done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\ni put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\naint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\nfuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\ni got my hands on her she know that i feel her\nhang with drug dealers and none but killer\nmy money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\nyea yeah yeah the ceiling\naint no more in the attic we filled it\nyeah yeah yeah want for murder\nbut scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\nim a rapper now but\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nim still goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill go\"in in","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] Yeah\n[00:03.97] You Know\n[00:05.71] If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n[00:10.65] Thats Royal Rich\n[00:13.08] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[00:16.63] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[00:19.89] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[00:23.85] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[00:26.56] Yeah\n[00:33.41] You Know\n[00:34.09] If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n[00:39.67] Thats Royal Rich\n[00:41.39] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[00:44.01] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[00:47.10] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[00:50.72] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[00:54.59] Started with i aint start with paper started with none\n[00:58.76] jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\n[01:01.22] i was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\n[01:05.23] i was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\n[01:08.15] fuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\n[01:11.70] and nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\n[01:15.11] fucc that ima kick shit like?\n[01:16.74] talk that gun wen you see me in public\n[01:18.60] you the type the kick nigga i am the subject\n[01:20.14] and im still going in\n[01:21.62] but I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[01:24.87] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[01:28.01] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[01:32.23] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[01:35.12] some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\n[01:39.13] den my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\n[01:42.51] gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\n[01:45.64] i might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\n[01:49.38] i aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\n[01:55.30] i been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\n[02:03.18] get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\n[02:07.08] who tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\n[02:10.25] gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\n[02:13.85] but i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\n[02:17.59] still goin in\n[02:19.44] i say im still goin in\n[02:23.01] when i stop ask double r\n[02:25.39] when i stop i will not ask double r\n[02:27.85] it aint over quan no\n[02:30.93] i done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\n[02:33.82] i put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\n[02:37.15] aint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\n[02:40.58] fuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\n[02:43.84] i got my hands on her she know that i feel her\n[02:45.68] hang with drug dealers and none but killer\n[02:47.44] my money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\n[02:49.34] yea yeah yeah the ceiling\n[02:51.19] aint no more in the attic we filled it\n[02:53.09] yeah yeah yeah want for murder\n[02:54.75] but scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\n[02:57.24] im a rapper now but\n[02:57.91] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[03:00.73] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[03:03.86] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[03:07.65] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[03:11.75] im still goin in\n[03:13.60] still goin in\n[03:15.56] still goin in\n[03:16.80] still goin in\n[03:19.09] still goin in\n[03:20.66] still goin in\n[03:22.48] still go\"in in\n[03:26.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 30000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 3970\n- text: You Know\n  start_ms: 3970\n  end_ms: 5710\n- text: If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  start_ms: 5710\n  end_ms: 10650\n- text: Thats Royal Rich\n  start_ms: 10650\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 16630\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 16630\n  end_ms: 19890\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 19890\n  end_ms: 23850\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  start_ms: 23850\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 33410\n- text: You Know\n  start_ms: 33410\n  end_ms: 34090\n- text: If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  start_ms: 34090\n  end_ms: 39670\n- text: Thats Royal Rich\n  start_ms: 39670\n  end_ms: 41390\n- text: I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 41390\n  end_ms: 44010\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 44010\n  end_ms: 47100\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 47100\n  end_ms: 50720\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  start_ms: 50720\n  end_ms: 54590\n- text: Started with i aint start with paper started with none\n  start_ms: 54590\n  end_ms: 58760\n- text: jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\n  start_ms: 58760\n  end_ms: 61220\n- text: i was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 61220\n  end_ms: 65230\n- text: i was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\n  start_ms: 65230\n  end_ms: 68150\n- text: fuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\n  start_ms: 68150\n  end_ms: 71700\n- text: and nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\n  start_ms: 71700\n  end_ms: 75110\n- text: fucc that ima kick shit like?\n  start_ms: 75110\n  end_ms: 76740\n- text: talk that gun wen you see me in public\n  start_ms: 76740\n  end_ms: 78600\n- text: you the type the kick nigga i am the subject\n  start_ms: 78600\n  end_ms: 80140\n- text: and im still going in\n  start_ms: 80140\n  end_ms: 81620\n- text: but I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 81620\n  end_ms: 84870\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 84870\n  end_ms: 88010\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 88010\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 95120\n- text: some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\n  start_ms: 95120\n  end_ms: 99130\n- text: den my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\n  start_ms: 99130\n  end_ms: 102510\n- text: gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\n  start_ms: 102510\n  end_ms: 105640\n- text: i might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\n  start_ms: 105640\n  end_ms: 109380\n- text: i aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\n  start_ms: 109380\n  end_ms: 115300\n- text: i been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\n  start_ms: 115300\n  end_ms: 123180\n- text: get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\n  start_ms: 123180\n  end_ms: 127080\n- text: who tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\n  start_ms: 127080\n  end_ms: 130250\n- text: gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\n  start_ms: 130250\n  end_ms: 133850\n- text: but i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\n  start_ms: 133850\n  end_ms: 137590\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 137590\n  end_ms: 139440\n- text: i say im still goin in\n  start_ms: 139440\n  end_ms: 143010\n- text: when i stop ask double r\n  start_ms: 143010\n  end_ms: 145390\n- text: when i stop i will not ask double r\n  start_ms: 145390\n  end_ms: 147850\n- text: it aint over quan no\n  start_ms: 147850\n  end_ms: 150930\n- text: i done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\n  start_ms: 150930\n  end_ms: 153820\n- text: i put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\n  start_ms: 153820\n  end_ms: 157150\n- text: aint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\n  start_ms: 157150\n  end_ms: 160580\n- text: fuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\n  start_ms: 160580\n  end_ms: 163840\n- text: i got my hands on her she know that i feel her\n  start_ms: 163840\n  end_ms: 165680\n- text: hang with drug dealers and none but killer\n  start_ms: 165680\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: my money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 169340\n- text: yea yeah yeah the ceiling\n  start_ms: 169340\n  end_ms: 171190\n- text: aint no more in the attic we filled it\n  start_ms: 171190\n  end_ms: 173090\n- text: yeah yeah yeah want for murder\n  start_ms: 173090\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: but scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177240\n- text: im a rapper now but\n  start_ms: 177240\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 180730\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 180730\n  end_ms: 183860\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 183860\n  end_ms: 187650\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  start_ms: 187650\n  end_ms: 191750\n- text: im still goin in\n  start_ms: 191750\n  end_ms: 193600\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 193600\n  end_ms: 195560\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 195560\n  end_ms: 196800\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 196800\n  end_ms: 199090\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 199090\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: still goin in\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 202480\n- text: still go\"in in\n  start_ms: 202480\n  end_ms: 206070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 206070\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  You Know\n  If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  Thats Royal Rich\n  I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  Yeah\n  You Know\n  If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  Thats Royal Rich\n  I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  Started with i aint start with paper started with none\n  jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\n  i was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\n  i was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\n  fuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\n  and nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\n  fucc that ima kick shit like?\n  talk that gun wen you see me in public\n  you the type the kick nigga i am the subject\n  and im still going in\n  but I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\n  den my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\n  gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\n  i might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\n  i aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\n  i been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\n  get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\n  who tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\n  gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\n  but i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\n  still goin in\n  i say im still goin in\n  when i stop ask double r\n  when i stop i will not ask double r\n  it aint over quan no\n  i done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\n  i put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\n  aint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\n  fuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\n  i got my hands on her she know that i feel her\n  hang with drug dealers and none but killer\n  my money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\n  yea yeah yeah the ceiling\n  aint no more in the attic we filled it\n  yeah yeah yeah want for murder\n  but scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\n  im a rapper now but\n  I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  im still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still go\"in in\n"},{"id":36661102,"name":"Yeahhh","trackName":"Yeahhh","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA : Still Going In","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm in love [?], you regular type of nigga\nBe tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business\nThese niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it\nThese niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed\nUsed to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid\nAt every game I would win, they would think that shit was real\nThat pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog\nFind out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out\nFind out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out\nWhy she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?\nI told that bitch, \"Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out\"\n(Why? Why? Why?) 'Cause they might grow up to be something real special\nYou can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody\nCold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody\nRemember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet\nNo heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink\nAt fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet\nStill stop at [?] or Citgo just to get me some sweets\nShout out [?], [?], shout out [?]\nShout out the 6, 'cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nHey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nHey yeah, yeah, yeah\nHey yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI keep my pistol on ready, 'cause I don't live for the moment\nShorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies\nShe suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna\nShe asking, \"Quan, do you got me?\"\nI tell her, \"Get some insurance\"\nOkay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty\nBecause all day, all day, I've been running through this money\nThese bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose\nI swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms\nTell me why, maybe you know\nThey underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke\nCame back in the motherfuckin' [?]\n[?] on with some balmain britches\nThem lame niggas over there but I hit all they bitches\nI hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don't call them bitches\nI ain't saying what I'm doing may be right\nBut when I do it, boy, I give the [?]\nJump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car\nI see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'\nNah, be careful they got [?], be careful I got jailed\nThe code word, we call it, \"Christmas\" when we talking bail\nI made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail\nWound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell\nBut I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\nAnd I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls\nWhere I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk\nAnd every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, [?]\n\nThought I was gone, psyche, got 'em\nHer natural hair long, what I like about her\nThis ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips\nThese ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nHey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nHey yeah, yeah, yeah\nHey yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.42] I'm in love [?], you regular type of nigga\n[00:15.79] Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business\n[00:18.53] These niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it\n[00:21.35] These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed\n[00:23.54] Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid\n[00:27.68] At every game I would win, they would think that shit was real\n[00:30.63] That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog\n[00:33.42] Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out\n[00:36.44] Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out\n[00:39.30] Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?\n[00:42.38] I told that bitch, \"Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out\"\n[00:45.47] (Why? Why? Why?) 'Cause they might grow up to be something real special\n[00:49.22] You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody\n[00:50.83] Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody\n[00:54.72] Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet\n[00:58.01] No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink\n[01:01.09] At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet\n[01:04.02] Still stop at [?] or Citgo just to get me some sweets\n[01:07.03] Shout out [?], [?], shout out [?]\n[01:10.97] Shout out the 6, 'cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE\n[01:13.05] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[01:16.93] Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n[01:25.02] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[01:30.58] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:34.39] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:37.10] I keep my pistol on ready, 'cause I don't live for the moment\n[01:40.03] Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies\n[01:43.16] She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna\n[01:46.06] She asking, \"Quan, do you got me?\"\n[01:47.89] I tell her, \"Get some insurance\"\n[01:49.12] Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty\n[01:52.08] Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money\n[01:55.58] These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose\n[01:58.26] I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms\n[02:01.53] Tell me why, maybe you know\n[02:05.13] They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke\n[02:12.54] Came back in the motherfuckin' [?]\n[02:16.38] [?] on with some balmain britches\n[02:18.55] Them lame niggas over there but I hit all they bitches\n[02:21.79] I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don't call them bitches\n[02:26.39] I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right\n[02:31.63] But when I do it, boy, I give the [?]\n[02:32.56] Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car\n[02:34.61] I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'\n[02:36.48] Nah, be careful they got [?], be careful I got jailed\n[02:40.88] The code word, we call it, \"Christmas\" when we talking bail\n[02:43.01] I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail\n[02:45.87] Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell\n[02:49.70] But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\n[02:52.25] And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls\n[02:55.14] Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk\n[02:58.25] And every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, [?]\n[03:01.47] Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em\n[03:17.17] Her natural hair long, what I like about her\n[03:20.34] This ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips\n[03:22.57] These ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas\n[03:25.47] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[03:31.28] Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n[03:37.73] Hey, hey, hey, hey\n[03:44.33] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:46.88] Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:50.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yeahhh\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm in love [?], you regular type of nigga\n  start_ms: 13420\n  end_ms: 15790\n- text: Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business\n  start_ms: 15790\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: These niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 21350\n- text: These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed\n  start_ms: 21350\n  end_ms: 23540\n- text: Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid\n  start_ms: 23540\n  end_ms: 27680\n- text: At every game I would win, they would think that shit was real\n  start_ms: 27680\n  end_ms: 30630\n- text: That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog\n  start_ms: 30630\n  end_ms: 33420\n- text: Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out\n  start_ms: 33420\n  end_ms: 36440\n- text: Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out\n  start_ms: 36440\n  end_ms: 39300\n- text: Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?\n  start_ms: 39300\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: I told that bitch, \"Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out\"\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 45470\n- text: (Why? 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76930\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 90580\n- text: Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 90580\n  end_ms: 94390\n- text: Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 94390\n  end_ms: 97100\n- text: I keep my pistol on ready, 'cause I don't live for the moment\n  start_ms: 97100\n  end_ms: 100030\n- text: Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies\n  start_ms: 100030\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 106060\n- text: She asking, \"Quan, do you got me?\"\n  start_ms: 106060\n  end_ms: 107890\n- text: I tell her, \"Get some insurance\"\n  start_ms: 107890\n  end_ms: 109120\n- text: Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty\n  start_ms: 109120\n  end_ms: 112080\n- text: Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money\n  start_ms: 112080\n  end_ms: 115580\n- text: These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose\n  start_ms: 115580\n 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I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'\n  start_ms: 154610\n  end_ms: 156480\n- text: Nah, be careful they got [?], be careful I got jailed\n  start_ms: 156480\n  end_ms: 160880\n- text: The code word, we call it, \"Christmas\" when we talking bail\n  start_ms: 160880\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 165870\n- text: Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell\n  start_ms: 165870\n  end_ms: 169700\n- text: But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\n  start_ms: 169700\n  end_ms: 172250\n- text: And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls\n  start_ms: 172250\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 178250\n- text: And every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, [?]\n  start_ms: 178250\n  end_ms: 181470\n- text: Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em\n  start_ms: 181470\n  end_ms: 197170\n- text: Her natural hair long, what I like about her\n  start_ms: 197170\n  end_ms: 200340\n- text: This ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips\n  start_ms: 200340\n  end_ms: 202570\n- text: These ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas\n  start_ms: 202570\n  end_ms: 205470\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 205470\n  end_ms: 211280\n- text: Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 211280\n  end_ms: 217730\n- text: Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  start_ms: 217730\n  end_ms: 224330\n- text: Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 224330\n  end_ms: 226880\n- text: Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 226880\n  end_ms: 230060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230060\nplain: |-\n  I'm in love [?], you regular type of nigga\n  Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business\n  These niggas they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it\n  These niggas claiming they real till they true color revealed\n  Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid\n  At every game I would win, they would think that shit was real\n  That pussy pink like a pig and that ass is like a hog\n  Find out that bitch stealing, tie her up then put her out\n  Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out\n  Why she claiming that my baby when I fucking pulled it out?\n  I told that bitch, \"Swallow these babies and don't fucking spit 'em out\"\n  (Why? Why? Why?) 'Cause they might grow up to be something real special\n  You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody\n  Cold-hearted motherfucker never love nobody, never love nobody\n  Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet\n  No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink\n  At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet\n  Still stop at [?] or Citgo just to get me some sweets\n  Shout out [?], [?], shout out [?]\n  Shout out the 6, 'cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I keep my pistol on ready, 'cause I don't live for the moment\n  Shorty claiming she want me, but I pass to the homies\n  She suck around on my meat, like a piece of bologna\n  She asking, \"Quan, do you got me?\"\n  I tell her, \"Get some insurance\"\n  Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty\n  Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money\n  These bitches be flirtin', I fucked that hoe for no purpose\n  I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms\n  Tell me why, maybe you know\n  They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke\n  Came back in the motherfuckin' [?]\n  [?] on with some balmain britches\n  Them lame niggas over there but I hit all they bitches\n  I hit all they bitches, to the point, that I fucked them, and don't call them bitches\n  I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right\n  But when I do it, boy, I give the [?]\n  Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car\n  I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin'\n  Nah, be careful they got [?], be careful I got jailed\n  The code word, we call it, \"Christmas\" when we talking bail\n  I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail\n  Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a nigga got higher than Hell\n  But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\n  And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls\n  Where I'm from, we ain't seeing shit, we ain't heard of shit, and we don't talk\n  And every nigga take a loss, that's how you come back, [?]\n\n  Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em\n  Her natural hair long, what I like about her\n  This ain't even all of my shit, this ain't even all of my whips\n  These ain't even all of my bitches, y'all ain't even all of my niggas\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey\n  Hey, hey, hey, hey\n  Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Hey yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":36661117,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA : Still Going In","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nYou Know\nIf you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\nThats Royal Rich\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nYeah\nYou Know\nIf you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\nThats Royal Rich\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nStarted with i aint start with paper started with none\njumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\ni was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\ni was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\nfuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\nand nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\nfucc that ima kick shit like?\ntalk that gun wen you see me in public\nyou the type the kick nigga i am the subject\nand im still going in\nbut I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nsome type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\nden my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\ngotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\ni might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\ni aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\ni been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\nget money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\nwho tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\ngotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\nbut i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\nstill goin in\ni say im still goin in\nwhen i stop ask double r\nwhen i stop i will not ask double r\nit aint over quan no\ni done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\ni put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\naint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\nfuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\ni got my hands on her she know that i feel her\nhang with drug dealers and none but killer\nmy money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\nyea yeah yeah the ceiling\naint no more in the attic we filled it\nyeah yeah yeah want for murder\nbut scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\nim a rapper now but\nI coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\nI coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\nCoulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\nNahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\nim still goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill goin in\nstill go\"in in","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.23] Yeah\n[00:03.97] You Know\n[00:05.71] If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n[00:10.65] Thats Royal Rich\n[00:13.08] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[00:16.63] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[00:19.89] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[00:23.85] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[00:26.56] Yeah\n[00:33.41] You Know\n[00:34.09] If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n[00:39.67] Thats Royal Rich\n[00:41.39] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[00:44.01] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[00:47.10] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[00:50.72] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[00:54.59] Started with i aint start with paper started with none\n[00:58.76] jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\n[01:01.22] i was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\n[01:05.23] i was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\n[01:08.15] fuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\n[01:11.70] and nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\n[01:15.11] fucc that ima kick shit like?\n[01:16.74] talk that gun wen you see me in public\n[01:18.60] you the type the kick nigga i am the subject\n[01:20.14] and im still going in\n[01:21.62] but I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[01:24.87] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[01:28.01] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[01:32.23] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[01:35.12] some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\n[01:39.13] den my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\n[01:42.51] gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\n[01:45.64] i might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\n[01:49.38] i aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\n[01:55.30] i been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\n[02:03.18] get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\n[02:07.08] who tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\n[02:10.25] gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\n[02:13.85] but i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\n[02:17.59] still goin in\n[02:19.44] i say im still goin in\n[02:23.01] when i stop ask double r\n[02:25.39] when i stop i will not ask double r\n[02:27.85] it aint over quan no\n[02:30.93] i done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\n[02:33.82] i put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\n[02:37.15] aint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\n[02:40.58] fuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\n[02:43.84] i got my hands on her she know that i feel her\n[02:45.68] hang with drug dealers and none but killer\n[02:47.44] my money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\n[02:49.34] yea yeah yeah the ceiling\n[02:51.19] aint no more in the attic we filled it\n[02:53.09] yeah yeah yeah want for murder\n[02:54.75] but scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\n[02:57.24] im a rapper now but\n[02:57.91] I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n[03:00.73] I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n[03:03.86] Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n[03:07.65] Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n[03:11.75] im still goin in\n[03:13.60] still goin in\n[03:15.56] still goin in\n[03:16.80] still goin in\n[03:19.09] still goin in\n[03:20.66] still goin in\n[03:22.48] still go\"in in\n[03:26.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA : Still Going In'\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 2230\n  end_ms: 3970\n- text: You Know\n  start_ms: 3970\n  end_ms: 5710\n- text: If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  start_ms: 5710\n  end_ms: 10650\n- text: Thats Royal Rich\n  start_ms: 10650\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 16630\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 16630\n  end_ms: 19890\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 19890\n  end_ms: 23850\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  start_ms: 23850\n  end_ms: 26560\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 33410\n- text: You Know\n  start_ms: 33410\n  end_ms: 34090\n- text: If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  start_ms: 34090\n  end_ms: 39670\n- text: Thats Royal Rich\n  start_ms: 39670\n  end_ms: 41390\n- text: I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  start_ms: 41390\n  end_ms: 44010\n- text: I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  start_ms: 44010\n  end_ms: 47100\n- text: Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  start_ms: 47100\n  end_ms: 50720\n- text: Nahh To Be Honest... 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The Streets Chose Me\n  Yeah\n  You Know\n  If you thought i was gon stop goin' in you can ask double R nigga\n  Thats Royal Rich\n  I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  Started with i aint start with paper started with none\n  jumping out of hotboxes at 11 hit tha ground runnin\n  i was 13 when a young nigga jumped off the porch\n  i was driving at 15, got tired of the buses\n  fuck that yellow cheese i was getting cheese swear tha god i was\n  and nigga wasnt trying me in highschool cause i had alot of bousins\n  fucc that ima kick shit like?\n  talk that gun wen you see me in public\n  you the type the kick nigga i am the subject\n  and im still going in\n  but I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  some type of way went gold yeah got my first plat\n  den my hitta wen platinum dats when i got me some racks\n  gotta black card visa card ion like to walk around with cash\n  i might kiss her in the front just know ion kiss no ass\n  i aint dropped a mixtape in 2 years but i be still on that road\n  i been living fo 25 years thank god im still here, but ikno i gotta go\n  get money everyday my nigga aint none change still going in\n  who tf said i aint gone drop no mixtape man who tf yal think i am\n  gotta lot of money gotta lot of bitches gotta lot of places that i still aint been\n  but i got more problems than all that tho but im still goin in\n  still goin in\n  i say im still goin in\n  when i stop ask double r\n  when i stop i will not ask double r\n  it aint over quan no\n  i done made so much money i got like 4 bank accounts\n  i put this pistol to yo head to give you some to think about\n  aint no vacation i was chillin they thought i was in a drought\n  fuck a rap career i'll make a transaction if its for the right amount\n  i got my hands on her she know that i feel her\n  hang with drug dealers and none but killer\n  my money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling\n  yea yeah yeah the ceiling\n  aint no more in the attic we filled it\n  yeah yeah yeah want for murder\n  but scoota make the beat all i just did was killed it\n  im a rapper now but\n  I coulda been a doctor, but i chose the streets\n  I coulda been a lawyer, but i chose streets\n  Coulda been anything i wanted to be, but i chose the streets.\n  Nahh To Be Honest... The Streets Chose Me\n  im still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still goin in\n  still go\"in in\n"},{"id":29483603,"name":"Hate It","trackName":"Hate It","artistName":"Rich Homie Quan","albumName":"ABTA: Still Going In, Vol. 2","duration":133.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hate I fell in love\nShe know everything about me\nHate I feel in love with that pussy can't go without it\nHate I, Hate I\nHate I...\nI know they hate I made so much money this summer\nI know they hate, cause I was broke and watched me come up\nShout out my slime brother, what it do Mondo\nI got like 5 bitches, boolin at the Bando\nI just wana live\nDon't give no fuck about who I kill\nPulled a trigger, had his head on a thousand hundreds\nNow I'm riding up in a new car flexing\nMy baby mama want a little money so I put her in a Lexus\nYou ain't extorting shit, lil bitch, you know I get the message\nTold my grand daddy that I'm a get money while he's resting\nIn peace\nBecause I love him\nI put no one above him\nI do this for my nieces and all my bousins\nNiggas claimed to know me but don't know nothing\nAbout those niggas that you came with\nShe taking advantage of it that's why I\n\nI just wan a live...","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.28] Hate I fell in love\n[00:17.16] She know everything about me\n[00:19.02] Hate I feel in love with that pussy can't go without it\n[00:21.77] Hate I, Hate I\n[00:25.42] Hate I...\n[00:29.06] I know they hate I made so much money this summer\n[00:32.71] I know they hate, cause I was broke and watched me come up\n[00:35.47] Shout out my slime brother, what it do Mondo\n[00:39.13] I got like 5 bitches, boolin at the Bando\n[00:42.86] I just wana live\n[00:45.66] Don't give no fuck about who I kill\n[00:54.81] Pulled a trigger, had his head on a thousand hundreds\n[01:00.39] Now I'm riding up in a new car flexing\n[01:01.23] My baby mama want a little money so I put her in a Lexus\n[01:04.92] You ain't extorting shit, lil bitch, you know I get the message\n[01:08.58] Told my grand daddy that I'm a get money while he's resting\n[01:12.22] In peace\n[01:13.13] Because I love him\n[01:14.95] I put no one above him\n[01:15.93] I do this for my nieces and all my bousins\n[01:19.59] Niggas claimed to know me but don't know nothing\n[01:23.29] About those niggas that you came with\n[01:25.99] She taking advantage of it that's why I\n[01:59.36] I just wan a live...\n[02:05.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hate It\n  artist: Rich Homie Quan\n  album: 'ABTA: Still Going In, Vol. 2'\n  duration_ms: 133000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hate I fell in love\n  start_ms: 16280\n  end_ms: 17160\n- text: She know everything about me\n  start_ms: 17160\n  end_ms: 19020\n- text: Hate I feel in love with that pussy can't go without it\n  start_ms: 19020\n  end_ms: 21770\n- text: Hate I, Hate I\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: Hate I...\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 29060\n- text: I know they hate I made so much money this summer\n  start_ms: 29060\n  end_ms: 32710\n- text: I know they hate, cause I was broke and watched me come up\n  start_ms: 32710\n  end_ms: 35470\n- text: Shout out my slime brother, what it do Mondo\n  start_ms: 35470\n  end_ms: 39130\n- text: I got like 5 bitches, boolin at the Bando\n  start_ms: 39130\n  end_ms: 42860\n- text: I just wana live\n  start_ms: 42860\n  end_ms: 45660\n- text: Don't give no fuck about who I kill\n  start_ms: 45660\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: Pulled a trigger, had his head on a thousand hundreds\n  start_ms: 54810\n  end_ms: 60390\n- text: Now I'm riding up in a new car flexing\n  start_ms: 60390\n  end_ms: 61230\n- text: My baby mama want a little money so I put her in a Lexus\n  start_ms: 61230\n  end_ms: 64920\n- text: You ain't extorting shit, lil bitch, you know I get the message\n  start_ms: 64920\n  end_ms: 68580\n- text: Told my grand daddy that I'm a get money while he's 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up and cannot bring it back\nThank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\nThey went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\nI got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\nEvery day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\nI thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\nLike a certified barber, I got money on your head\nHey listen\n\nMoney under the mattress, chopper under my bed\nTyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin'\nI stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds\nI know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids\nI need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)\nThese niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real\nCan't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal\nHouse so big on a hill\nCouch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills\nWith her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her\nI ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)\nShow me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me\nHad to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me\n\nBut for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\nThank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\nThey went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\nI got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\nEvery day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\nI thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\nLike a certified barber, I got money on your head\nHey listen\n\nNow I'm back like I left something\nI ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty\nGive it to me, I ain't askin', for the pussy I'm an addict\nI can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static\nTreat the bitch like a throwaway 'cause you know the lil hoe trashy\nShe telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain't havin' it\nS I T H, I swear my [?]\nShe grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me 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know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n\n  Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed\n  Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all niggas be playin'\n  I stopped fucking with the packages, too many of y'all feds\n  I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids\n  I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)\n  These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, these days, for real\n  Can't trust these niggas just like eBay, no deal\n  House so big on a hill\n  Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got skills\n  With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her\n  I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)\n  Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me\n  Had to wake they ass up, at first they would sleep on me\n\n  But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n\n  Now I'm back like I left something\n  I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty\n  Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the pussy I'm an addict\n  I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static\n  Treat the bitch like a throwaway 'cause you know the lil hoe trashy\n  She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young nigga ain't havin' it\n  S I T H, I swear my [?]\n  She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy\n  She ain't worried 'bout a lame nigga, he a has been\n  She swearing that she bad, nigga, bitch you average\n  I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya\n  I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya\n  Hm, hold on, wait\n\n  But for who I am, I know I fucked up and cannot bring it back\n  Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash\n  They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack\n  I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-ass Louis bag\n  Every day that I wake up a nigga never ever scared\n  I thank God when I wake up 'cause a nigga could've been dead\n  Like a certified barber, I got money on your head\n  Hey listen\n"}]