[{"id":31739577,"name":"Corniche","trackName":"Corniche","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"Rosebudd’s Revenge 2: The Bitter Dose","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck you got here, nigga?\nThe bitter dose\n\nBurgundy sables\nRock Purple Label\nBirds in the stable\nShots out the .38\nBurn the potato\nYou know my words\nThis ain\"t that same-old, same-old\nMy DNA was close to Sambo's\nTo stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\nThis made of suede ho\nI was made to persuade hoes\nThese ain't the days of old\nI spray you then hasta luego\nWhat's a \"hassa\"?\nThat's a pig that's not flying straight yo\nA hole awaits for you in San Diego\nDon't go Plaxico your own fat toe\nAye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go\nDon't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\nWrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\nPlot to fly a knot conspire\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\nIt's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\nFuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\nDon't let niggas touch you\nCut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop\nThe brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\nStop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group\n[?] bust moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\nThey try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\nWhat I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no tapping my name\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game\nDouble dragons on my head\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year\nIt's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: 'Rosebudd’s Revenge 2: The Bitter Dose'\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck you got here, nigga?\n  The bitter dose\n\n  Burgundy sables\n  Rock Purple Label\n  Birds in the stable\n  Shots out the .38\n  Burn the potato\n  You know my words\n  This ain\"t that same-old, same-old\n  My DNA was close to Sambo's\n  To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\n  This made of suede ho\n  I was made to persuade hoes\n  These ain't the days of old\n  I spray you then hasta luego\n  What's a \"hassa\"?\n  That's a pig that's not flying straight yo\n  A hole awaits for you in San Diego\n  Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe\n  Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go\n  Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\n  Plot to fly a knot conspire\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  It's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\n  Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\n  Don't let niggas touch you\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop\n  The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\n  Stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group\n  [?] bust moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\n  They try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\n  What I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no tapping my name\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game\n  Double dragons on my head\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year\n  It's me\n"},{"id":10723834,"name":"Corniche","trackName":"Corniche","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"RR2: The Bitter Dose","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck you got here, nigga?\nThe bitter dose\n\nBurgundy sables\nRock Purple Label\nBirds in the stable\nShots out the .38\nBurn the potato\nYou know my words\nThis ain\"t that same-old, same-old\nMy DNA was close to Sambo's\nTo stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\nThis made of suede ho\nI was made to persuade hoes\nThese ain't the days of old\nI spray you then hasta luego\nWhat's a \"hassa\"?\nThat's a pig that's not flying straight yo\nA hole awaits for you in San Diego\nDon't go Plaxico your own fat toe\nAye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go\nDon't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\nWrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\nPlot to fly a knot conspire\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\nIt's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\nFuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\nDon't let niggas touch you\nCut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop\nThe brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\nStop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group\n[?] bust moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\nThey try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\nWhat I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no tapping my name\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game\nDouble dragons on my head\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year\nIt's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: 'RR2: The Bitter Dose'\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck you got here, nigga?\n  The bitter dose\n\n  Burgundy sables\n  Rock Purple Label\n  Birds in the stable\n  Shots out the .38\n  Burn the potato\n  You know my words\n  This ain\"t that same-old, same-old\n  My DNA was close to Sambo's\n  To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\n  This made of suede ho\n  I was made to persuade hoes\n  These ain't the days of old\n  I spray you then hasta luego\n  What's a \"hassa\"?\n  That's a pig that's not flying straight yo\n  A hole awaits for you in San Diego\n  Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe\n  Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go\n  Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\n  Plot to fly a knot conspire\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  It's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\n  Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\n  Don't let niggas touch you\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop\n  The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\n  Stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group\n  [?] bust moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\n  They try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\n  What I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no tapping my name\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game\n  Double dragons on my head\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year\n  It's me\n"},{"id":14377224,"name":"Corniche Ft. 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Said you was trained to go\nDon't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\nWrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\nPlot to fly a knot conspire\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\nIt's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\nFuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\nDon't let niggas touch you\nCut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop\nThe brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\nStop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group\n[?] bust moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\nThey try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\nWhat I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no tapping my name\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game\nDouble dragons on my head\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year\nIt's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.43] Uh\n[00:04.68] Fuck you out here, nigga?\n[00:06.31] Betty boss\n[00:07.46] Burgundy Sable, drop purple label, birds in the stable (Yeah)\n[00:10.85] Shots out the .38 burnt the potato (Ow)\n[00:13.46] You know my work just ain't that same old, same old\n[00:16.22] My DNA was close to Shango\n[00:18.35] To stay afloat, I bet my favorite raincoat (Woo)\n[00:21.43] It's made of suede, ho, I was made to persuade hoes\n[00:25.02] These ain't the days of old, I spray you then hasta luego (Brr)\n[00:28.24] What's a hasa? That's a pig that's\n[00:30.30] Not flyin' straight, yo (Straight, yo)\n[00:32.41] I hold the weights for you in San Diego\n[00:34.71] Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh)\n[00:37.22] And you a saint said you was trained to go (Oh)\n[00:39.73] Don't hang your head, lil' brother, pain is growth (Uh)\n[00:42.69] How could I still be gettin' better? I'd explain, but won't (Won't)\n[00:46.08] I know some haters don't promote, but some say I'm the GOAT (Bah)\n[00:49.37] Why try and fix the shit if it ain't broke?\n[00:51.45] Sling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke)\n[00:53.60] I was still focused on ways of makin' dough (Get it?)\n[00:56.53] Wrap the brick up like it's Mumm-Ra (Wrap it)\n[00:58.84] Plot to fly, you're not perspired\n[01:00.56] Run it by my young guy in the Hyundai (Told that on the night)\n[01:03.59] It's a done job, chopper dump at your bumbaclot\n[01:06.48] What not? Fuck 'em, we don't got no love\n[01:08.31] For the other side (It ain't no love, nigga)\n[01:10.29] Touch you, cut you, a slice of humble pie\n[01:12.16] Life's like a jungle (Like a jungle)\n[01:13.94] I got too much hustle to shuck and jive like some do (Uh)\n[01:17.59] I might become a jew with dumb loot (Woo)\n[01:19.69] The MAC sound like a drum loop (Brr)\n[01:21.43] The Brussels is colorful like some chunks of fruit (Uh)\n[01:24.30] Stop ridin' dick, choose a new muscle group\n[01:26.66] The bust moves (Bust moves)\n[01:28.29] Pops, sucka, don't forget to lick nuts too (Haha)\n[01:32.07] Marc', nigga, you already know what the fuck it is, sucka\n[01:35.89] Uh, yeah, it's me\n[01:40.84] They tried to kidnap this best-selling author like Misery (Uh)\n[01:44.80] What I do? Escape the situation like wizardry (True)\n[01:48.31] Blacked out on your mans, now they call him Edd with scissor feet (Uh)\n[01:52.09] Pa picked me up, told him, \"Meet me\n[01:53.91] By the river, B\" (Right over there)\n[01:55.92] Two guns just for symmetry\n[01:58.00] Bitch, I had that shit on me when I was playin' little league (Uh)\n[02:01.53] Yeah, your boy is first class, I never seen the middle seat (Nope)\n[02:04.95] Bitch, I'm talkin' literally\n[02:07.00] Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy (No)\n[02:09.12] Dug Jesus out the grave, found him rockin' a chain\n[02:12.63] My face was on his piece, ain't no toppin' my name (Damn)\n[02:15.85] For over twenty years, your boy been whippin' drops in the rain (Fact)\n[02:19.62] Butt naked, playin' Tekken, I'm on top of my game (Fact)\n[02:23.16] Double dragons on my head (Uh)\n[02:24.91] Two M5 wagons, blue and red\n[02:27.69] I hid that shit so good, I can't even\n[02:29.35] Find my bread (Where the fuck is that?)\n[02:31.18] I know it's here somewhere\n[02:33.00] Fuck it, I guess I'll find it soon some year\n[02:36.25] It's me\n[02:44.04] Hey, I'd like to say, hey, it's been a wonderful night for me\n[02:46.84] A big night for me, this is the, the\n[02:48.94] Redd Foxx say, this was the big one\n[02:51.24] Feel me? All those cameras\n[02:53.78] This made me feel like I, it really made me feel like I was the icon\n[02:57.74] Now, I realize, I didn't realize, I didn't\n[02:59.91] Really know I was this big in the game\n[03:03.17] Until tonight\n[03:03.82] Until tonight\n[03:05.92] Now, my, my godson be tellin' me this, but I\n[03:07.84] Didn't believe it, that's the way, you know\n[03:09.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche Ft. 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All those cameras\n  start_ms: 171240\n  end_ms: 173780\n- text: This made me feel like I, it really made me feel like I was the icon\n  start_ms: 173780\n  end_ms: 177740\n- text: Now, I realize, I didn't realize, I didn't\n  start_ms: 177740\n  end_ms: 179910\n- text: Really know I was this big in the game\n  start_ms: 179910\n  end_ms: 183170\n- text: Until tonight\n  start_ms: 183170\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: Until tonight\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 185920\n- text: Now, my, my godson be tellin' me this, but I\n  start_ms: 185920\n  end_ms: 187840\n- text: Didn't believe it, that's the way, you know\n  start_ms: 187840\n  end_ms: 189760\nplain: |-\n  Fuck you got here, nigga?\n  The bitter dose\n\n  Burgundy sables\n  Rock Purple Label\n  Birds in the stable\n  Shots out the .38\n  Burn the potato\n  You know my words\n  This ain\"t that same-old, same-old\n  My DNA was close to Sambo's\n  To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\n  This made of suede ho\n  I was made to persuade hoes\n  These ain't the days of old\n  I spray you then hasta luego\n  What's a \"hassa\"?\n  That's a pig that's not flying straight yo\n  A hole awaits for you in San Diego\n  Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe\n  Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go\n  Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\n  Plot to fly a knot conspire\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  It's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\n  Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\n  Don't let niggas touch you\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop\n  The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\n  Stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group\n  [?] bust moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\n  They try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\n  What I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no tapping my name\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game\n  Double dragons on my head\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year\n  It's me\n"},{"id":11259065,"name":"Corniche (feat. Action Bronson)","trackName":"Corniche (feat. Action Bronson)","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"RR2: The Bitter Dose","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, fuck you got here, nigga?\nThe bitter dose\nBurgundy sables rock Purple Label\nBirds in the stable (yeah) shots out the 38\nBurnt the potato (Hah, woo)\nYou know my words\nThis ain''t that same-old, same-old\nMy DNA was close to Sambo's\nTo stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\n(Woo) this made of suede ho\nI was made to persuade hoes\nThese ain't the days of old\nI spray you then hasta luego (Grrt)\nWhat's a chazzer?\nThat's a pig that's not flying straight, yo\n(Straight, yo)\nA hole await's for you in San Diego\nDon't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh)\nAye, you was sayin'? Said you\nWas trained to go (Go)\nDon’t hang your head low, brother\nPain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't (But won't)\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the GOAT (Baa)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke)\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\n(Get it) wrap the brick up like it's Mumm-Ra\nThe plot to fly or not conspired\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n(We'll get 'em tonight) it's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bomboclaat and what not\nFuck em\nWe don't got no love for the other side\n(Ain't no love, nigga)\nTouch you, cut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle (Like a jungle)\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do (Uh)\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop (Brrt)\nThe brussels was colorful like\nSome chunks of fruit stop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group the bus moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\nHaha, Marc, nigga\nYou already know what the fuck it is, sucka\nUh, yeah, it's me\nThey try to kidnap this best\nSelling author like \"Misery\" (Uh) what I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry (True)\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet (Uh)\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B\n(It's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League (Uh)\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat (Nope)\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy (Nope)\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no topping my name (Damn)\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain (Fact)\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game (Fact)\nDouble dragons on my head (Uh)\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\n(Where the fuck is it at?)\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year it's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche (feat. Action Bronson)\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: 'RR2: The Bitter Dose'\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, fuck you got here, nigga?\n  The bitter dose\n  Burgundy sables rock Purple Label\n  Birds in the stable (yeah) shots out the 38\n  Burnt the potato (Hah, woo)\n  You know my words\n  This ain''t that same-old, same-old\n  My DNA was close to Sambo's\n  To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat\n  (Woo) this made of suede ho\n  I was made to persuade hoes\n  These ain't the days of old\n  I spray you then hasta luego (Grrt)\n  What's a chazzer?\n  That's a pig that's not flying straight, yo\n  (Straight, yo)\n  A hole await's for you in San Diego\n  Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh)\n  Aye, you was sayin'? Said you\n  Was trained to go (Go)\n  Don’t hang your head low, brother\n  Pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't (But won't)\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the GOAT (Baa)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke)\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  (Get it) wrap the brick up like it's Mumm-Ra\n  The plot to fly or not conspired\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  (We'll get 'em tonight) it's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bomboclaat and what not\n  Fuck em\n  We don't got no love for the other side\n  (Ain't no love, nigga)\n  Touch you, cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle (Like a jungle)\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do (Uh)\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop (Brrt)\n  The brussels was colorful like\n  Some chunks of fruit stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group the bus moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n  Haha, Marc, nigga\n  You already know what the fuck it is, sucka\n  Uh, yeah, it's me\n  They try to kidnap this best\n  Selling author like \"Misery\" (Uh) what I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry (True)\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet (Uh)\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B\n  (It's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League (Uh)\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat (Nope)\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy (Nope)\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no topping my name (Damn)\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain (Fact)\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game (Fact)\n  Double dragons on my head (Uh)\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  (Where the fuck is it at?)\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year it's me\n"},{"id":10723835,"name":"Corniche","trackName":"Corniche","artistName":"Marciano, Roc feat. 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Said you was trained to go\nDon't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\nWrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\nPlot to fly a knot conspire\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\nIt's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\nFuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\nDon't let niggas touch you\nCut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop\nThe brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\nStop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group\n[?] bust moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\nThey try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\nWhat I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no tapping my name\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game\nDouble dragons on my head\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year\nIt's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche\n  artist: Marciano, Roc feat. 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Said you was trained to go\n  Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\n  Plot to fly a knot conspire\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  It's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\n  Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\n  Don't let niggas touch you\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop\n  The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\n  Stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group\n  [?] bust moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\n  They try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\n  What I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no tapping my name\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game\n  Double dragons on my head\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year\n  It's me\n"},{"id":10375217,"name":"Corniche","trackName":"Corniche","artistName":"Roc Marciano feat. 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Said you was trained to go\nDon't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\nHow could I still be getting better?\nI'd explain but won't\nI know some haters don't promote\nBut some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\nWhy try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\nSling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\nI was still focused on ways of making dope\nWrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\nPlot to fly a knot conspire\nRun it by my young guy in a Hyundai\nIt's a done job\nChoppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\nFuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\nDon't let niggas touch you\nCut you a slice of humble pie\nLife's like a jungle\nI got too much hustle to\nShuck and jive like some do\nI might become a Jew with dumb loot\nThe Mac sound like a drum loop\nThe brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\nStop riding dicks\nChoose a new muscle group\n[?] bust moves\nCocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\nThey try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\nWhat I do?\nEscape the situation like wizardry\nBlacked out on your mans\nNow they call him Edward Scissorfeet\nPun picked me up\nTold em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\nTwo guns just for symmetry\nBitch I had that shit on me\nWhen I was playing Little League\nYeah your boy is first class\nI've never seen the middle seat\nBitch I'm talking literally\nMotherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\nDug Jesus out the grave\nFound him rocking the chain\nMy face was on his piece\nAin't no tapping my name\nFor over twenty years your boy\nBeen whipping drops in the rain\nButt naked playing Tekken\nI'm on top of my game\nDouble dragons on my head\nTwo M5 Wagon - blue and red\nI hit that shit so good\nI can't even find my bread\nI know it's here somewhere, fuck it\nI guess I'll find it soon some year\nIt's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Corniche\n  artist: Roc Marciano feat. 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Said you was trained to go\n  Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth\n  How could I still be getting better?\n  I'd explain but won't\n  I know some haters don't promote\n  But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)\n  Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?\n  Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke\n  I was still focused on ways of making dope\n  Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra\n  Plot to fly a knot conspire\n  Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai\n  It's a done job\n  Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not\n  Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side\n  Don't let niggas touch you\n  Cut you a slice of humble pie\n  Life's like a jungle\n  I got too much hustle to\n  Shuck and jive like some do\n  I might become a Jew with dumb loot\n  The Mac sound like a drum loop\n  The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit\n  Stop riding dicks\n  Choose a new muscle group\n  [?] bust moves\n  Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too\n\n  They try to kidnap this best selling author like \"Misery\"\n  What I do?\n  Escape the situation like wizardry\n  Blacked out on your mans\n  Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet\n  Pun picked me up\n  Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)\n  Two guns just for symmetry\n  Bitch I had that shit on me\n  When I was playing Little League\n  Yeah your boy is first class\n  I've never seen the middle seat\n  Bitch I'm talking literally\n  Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy\n  Dug Jesus out the grave\n  Found him rocking the chain\n  My face was on his piece\n  Ain't no tapping my name\n  For over twenty years your boy\n  Been whipping drops in the rain\n  Butt naked playing Tekken\n  I'm on top of my game\n  Double dragons on my head\n  Two M5 Wagon - blue and red\n  I hit that shit so good\n  I can't even find my bread\n  I know it's here somewhere, fuck it\n  I guess I'll find it soon some year\n  It's me\n"}]