[{"id":15936358,"name":"Nine Spray","trackName":"Nine Spray","artistName":"Marciano, Roc","albumName":"Reloaded","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray.\n\nOutlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\nFly whores get piped down\nMy sores get iced down, I'm like Al\nThe K put you out the game like five fouls\nYou outta bounds, im outta town\nRunning with hounds\nDumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\nThe gun is rust brown\nIts a oldie but a goodie\nI'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\nRose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\nShells fly, open you like pussy\nI slide in ya, skin an injun,\nBlacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\nChrome Desert Eagle bend ya\nTen sends ya like street vendor\nCook your meat beef get tender\nNo apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\nAnd get shanked in them staircases\nTrying to pitch, gotta run the bases\nBottom bitch keep flooding papers\nMy aces got cut faces\nRaw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\nButter loaf in the oven, bake it\nNothing sacred, touch cak\nNiggas wanna come and taste it\nYou get stripped buck naked\nFuck a bank statement\nI got over a hundred k in my basement\nYou formal is basic\nPaying layaway on a bracelet\nYou repair I replace shit\nYou a chair, im a spaceship\nYou shed a tear out of sheer hatred\nBut to get here more than skill\nTakes patience\nIll natured, golden age reels feels ancient\nMotion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\nMy Nine Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray\n\n(KA)\nGems by division, sums how I'm living\nThey slum with these comforters\nTo numb that I give em\nTo get my weight like an eight\nHung with the Gibbens\nSome Narc in the park\nGet crumbs with the pigeons\nWanna squall\nBullets get lobbed and go to my job\nOn the strip, running shit\nWhen you couldn't have jogged\nCops, sheriffs, marshals despise\nThey watch for errors\nAnd that is when parcel arrives\nWe get cake, bake slay proportional size\nStrangle a human angle with monstrous lines\nWe be straight if we ate\nWe be harsh with the nines\nMy body heal faster\nThan the scars in my mind\nSour grapes for papes\nNow I'm regarded as wine\nLiquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\nHe more type righteous\nRecite with a wicked flow\nThis is cream talk\nClimbing a bean stalk\nTeam trying find green giant\nOutta clean thought\nPull myth full clip load that\nWe keep it cooking\nLooking for the golden egg\nShots sound somebody pops shot down\nMan folded\nAnother ran holding a hot pound\nSplit em back\nDying slow living rapid\nTriggers blasting\nNeed of passion\nBut niggas lacked it\nWhen beef boil\nYou need feel a bullet or recoil\nI'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nine Spray\n  artist: Marciano, Roc\n  album: Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray.\n\n  Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\n  Fly whores get piped down\n  My sores get iced down, I'm like Al\n  The K put you out the game like five fouls\n  You outta bounds, im outta town\n  Running with hounds\n  Dumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\n  The gun is rust brown\n  Its a oldie but a goodie\n  I'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\n  Rose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\n  Shells fly, open you like pussy\n  I slide in ya, skin an injun,\n  Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\n  Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya\n  Ten sends ya like street vendor\n  Cook your meat beef get tender\n  No apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\n  And get shanked in them staircases\n  Trying to pitch, gotta run the bases\n  Bottom bitch keep flooding papers\n  My aces got cut faces\n  Raw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\n  Butter loaf in the oven, bake it\n  Nothing sacred, touch cak\n  Niggas wanna come and taste it\n  You get stripped buck naked\n  Fuck a bank statement\n  I got over a hundred k in my basement\n  You formal is basic\n  Paying layaway on a bracelet\n  You repair I replace shit\n  You a chair, im a spaceship\n  You shed a tear out of sheer hatred\n  But to get here more than skill\n  Takes patience\n  Ill natured, golden age reels feels ancient\n  Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\n  My Nine Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray\n\n  (KA)\n  Gems by division, sums how I'm living\n  They slum with these comforters\n  To numb that I give em\n  To get my weight like an eight\n  Hung with the Gibbens\n  Some Narc in the park\n  Get crumbs with the pigeons\n  Wanna squall\n  Bullets get lobbed and go to my job\n  On the strip, running shit\n  When you couldn't have jogged\n  Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise\n  They watch for errors\n  And that is when parcel arrives\n  We get cake, bake slay proportional size\n  Strangle a human angle with monstrous lines\n  We be straight if we ate\n  We be harsh with the nines\n  My body heal faster\n  Than the scars in my mind\n  Sour grapes for papes\n  Now I'm regarded as wine\n  Liquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\n  He more type righteous\n  Recite with a wicked flow\n  This is cream talk\n  Climbing a bean stalk\n  Team trying find green giant\n  Outta clean thought\n  Pull myth full clip load that\n  We keep it cooking\n  Looking for the golden egg\n  Shots sound somebody pops shot down\n  Man folded\n  Another ran holding a hot pound\n  Split em back\n  Dying slow living rapid\n  Triggers blasting\n  Need of passion\n  But niggas lacked it\n  When beef boil\n  You need feel a bullet or recoil\n  I'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal\n"},{"id":11730303,"name":"Nine Spray","trackName":"Nine Spray","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"Reloaded","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray.\n\nOutlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\nFly whores get piped down\nMy sores get iced down, I'm like Al\nThe K put you out the game like five fouls\nYou outta bounds, im outta town\nRunning with hounds\nDumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\nThe gun is rust brown\nIts a oldie but a goodie\nI'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\nRose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\nShells fly, open you like pussy\nI slide in ya, skin an injun,\nBlacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\nChrome Desert Eagle bend ya\nTen sends ya like street vendor\nCook your meat beef get tender\nNo apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\nAnd get shanked in them staircases\nTrying to pitch, gotta run the bases\nBottom bitch keep flooding papers\nMy aces got cut faces\nRaw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\nButter loaf in the oven, bake it\nNothing sacred, touch cak\nNiggas wanna come and taste it\nYou get stripped buck naked\nFuck a bank statement\nI got over a hundred k in my basement\nYou formal is basic\nPaying layaway on a bracelet\nYou repair I replace shit\nYou a chair, im a spaceship\nYou shed a tear out of sheer hatred\nBut to get here more than skill\nTakes patience\nIll natured, golden age reels feels ancient\nMotion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\nMy Nine Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray\n\n(KA)\nGems by division, sums how I'm living\nThey slum with these comforters\nTo numb that I give em\nTo get my weight like an eight\nHung with the Gibbens\nSome Narc in the park\nGet crumbs with the pigeons\nWanna squall\nBullets get lobbed and go to my job\nOn the strip, running shit\nWhen you couldn't have jogged\nCops, sheriffs, marshals despise\nThey watch for errors\nAnd that is when parcel arrives\nWe get cake, bake slay proportional size\nStrangle a human angle with monstrous lines\nWe be straight if we ate\nWe be harsh with the nines\nMy body heal faster\nThan the scars in my mind\nSour grapes for papes\nNow I'm regarded as wine\nLiquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\nHe more type righteous\nRecite with a wicked flow\nThis is cream talk\nClimbing a bean stalk\nTeam trying find green giant\nOutta clean thought\nPull myth full clip load that\nWe keep it cooking\nLooking for the golden egg\nShots sound somebody pops shot down\nMan folded\nAnother ran holding a hot pound\nSplit em back\nDying slow living rapid\nTriggers blasting\nNeed of passion\nBut niggas lacked it\nWhen beef boil\nYou need feel a bullet or recoil\nI'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nine Spray\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray.\n\n  Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\n  Fly whores get piped down\n  My sores get iced down, I'm like Al\n  The K put you out the game like five fouls\n  You outta bounds, im outta town\n  Running with hounds\n  Dumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\n  The gun is rust brown\n  Its a oldie but a goodie\n  I'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\n  Rose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\n  Shells fly, open you like pussy\n  I slide in ya, skin an injun,\n  Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\n  Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya\n  Ten sends ya like street vendor\n  Cook your meat beef get tender\n  No apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\n  And get shanked in them staircases\n  Trying to pitch, gotta run the bases\n  Bottom bitch keep flooding papers\n  My aces got cut faces\n  Raw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\n  Butter loaf in the oven, bake it\n  Nothing sacred, touch cak\n  Niggas wanna come and taste it\n  You get stripped buck naked\n  Fuck a bank statement\n  I got over a hundred k in my basement\n  You formal is basic\n  Paying layaway on a bracelet\n  You repair I replace shit\n  You a chair, im a spaceship\n  You shed a tear out of sheer hatred\n  But to get here more than skill\n  Takes patience\n  Ill natured, golden age reels feels ancient\n  Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\n  My Nine Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray\n\n  (KA)\n  Gems by division, sums how I'm living\n  They slum with these comforters\n  To numb that I give em\n  To get my weight like an eight\n  Hung with the Gibbens\n  Some Narc in the park\n  Get crumbs with the pigeons\n  Wanna squall\n  Bullets get lobbed and go to my job\n  On the strip, running shit\n  When you couldn't have jogged\n  Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise\n  They watch for errors\n  And that is when parcel arrives\n  We get cake, bake slay proportional size\n  Strangle a human angle with monstrous lines\n  We be straight if we ate\n  We be harsh with the nines\n  My body heal faster\n  Than the scars in my mind\n  Sour grapes for papes\n  Now I'm regarded as wine\n  Liquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\n  He more type righteous\n  Recite with a wicked flow\n  This is cream talk\n  Climbing a bean stalk\n  Team trying find green giant\n  Outta clean thought\n  Pull myth full clip load that\n  We keep it cooking\n  Looking for the golden egg\n  Shots sound somebody pops shot down\n  Man folded\n  Another ran holding a hot pound\n  Split em back\n  Dying slow living rapid\n  Triggers blasting\n  Need of passion\n  But niggas lacked it\n  When beef boil\n  You need feel a bullet or recoil\n  I'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal\n"},{"id":35689515,"name":"Nine Spray","trackName":"Nine Spray","artistName":"Roc Marciano / Ka","albumName":"Reloaded","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dust these niggas the fuck off real quick, man\nYeah, word, yeah, huh, come on\nCome on, uh, Mobb shit\nYeah, huh, huh, yeah, uh\nMy mind spray, my nine spray\nYeah, uh, my mind spray\nMy nine spray, huh, come on\nNigga Sly, baby, uh, my nine spray\nHuh, yeah, yeah, my mind spray\nYo, my nine spray\n\nOutlaw lifestyle, I'm raw, no lifestyles\nFly whores get piped down\n\nMy swords get iced down, I'm like Al\nThe K put you out the game like five fouls\n\nYou out of bounds, I'm out of town runnin' with hounds\nDump in the cow, kick up a dust cloud\nMy gun is rust brown, it's a oldie but goodie\nI'm lookin' like Goldie in a hoodie\n\nRose gold Rollie, TEC-9's loaded up fully\nShells fly open you like pussy\nI slide in ya, skin a ninja\nBlacked down like a ninja, illegal tender\nChrome Desert Eagle bend ya, ten send ya like a street vendor\nCook your meat, beef get tender\nNo apron, .38 shave you like bacon\nYou get shanked in them staircases\n\nTryna pitch, gotta run the bases\nBottom bitch keep floodin' papers\nMy aces gotta cut faces\nRaw flesh gotta cut and paste it\nButter loaf in the oven bakin', nothin' sacred\nYou touch cake, niggas wanna come and taste it\nYou get stripped buck naked\n\nFuck a bank statement\nI got over a hundred K in my basement\nYour formula's basic\n\nYou payin' layaway on a bracelet\nYou repair, I replace shit\nYou a chair, I'm a spaceship\nYou shed a tear out of sheer hatred\nBut to get here more than skill, it takes patience\nIll nature, golden age reals feels ancient\nMotion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\nWord up, yeah nigga, come on\nMy mind spray\nMy mind spray\nMy mind spray\nMy nine spray\n\nJams by the vision, some time livin'\nThey slum with discomfort, it's the numb that I give 'em\nGet my weight like an ape, hung with the gibbons\nSlung nog in the park, gettin' crumbs with the pigeons\nWanna squabble, bullets get logged and put on my jaw\nOn the strip runnin' shit when you couldn't have jogged\n\nCops, sheriffs, marshals despise\nThey watch for errors and errors when parcel arrives\nWe get cake, big slate or partial in size\n\nI strangle a human, anger with monstrous lines\nWe be straight if we ate, but we harsh with the nines\nMy body heal faster than the scars in my mind\nSour grapes with papes, now I'm regarded as wine\nLip is grown, switch nipple cold, sip it slow\nEven when tight righteous, recite with a wicked flow\n\nThis is cream talk, climbin' the beanstalk\nTeam tryna find green giant out of clean thought\nPull mint, full clip loaded hag\nWe keep it cookin', lookin' for the golden egg\nShot sound, somebody pops, chop down\n\nMan folded, another man holdin' a hot pound\nSplit 'em back, die slow livin' rapid\nTriggers blastin', eager passion but niggas lacked it\nThe beef boil, you either feel a bullet or recoil\nI dress it like a present but the speech royal\n\nBut the speech royal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nine Spray\n  artist: Roc Marciano / Ka\n  album: Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dust these niggas the fuck off real quick, man\n  Yeah, word, yeah, huh, come on\n  Come on, uh, Mobb shit\n  Yeah, huh, huh, yeah, uh\n  My mind spray, my nine spray\n  Yeah, uh, my mind spray\n  My nine spray, huh, come on\n  Nigga Sly, baby, uh, my nine spray\n  Huh, yeah, yeah, my mind spray\n  Yo, my nine spray\n\n  Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw, no lifestyles\n  Fly whores get piped down\n\n  My swords get iced down, I'm like Al\n  The K put you out the game like five fouls\n\n  You out of bounds, I'm out of town runnin' with hounds\n  Dump in the cow, kick up a dust cloud\n  My gun is rust brown, it's a oldie but goodie\n  I'm lookin' like Goldie in a hoodie\n\n  Rose gold Rollie, TEC-9's loaded up fully\n  Shells fly open you like pussy\n  I slide in ya, skin a ninja\n  Blacked down like a ninja, illegal tender\n  Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya, ten send ya like a street vendor\n  Cook your meat, beef get tender\n  No apron, .38 shave you like bacon\n  You get shanked in them staircases\n\n  Tryna pitch, gotta run the bases\n  Bottom bitch keep floodin' papers\n  My aces gotta cut faces\n  Raw flesh gotta cut and paste it\n  Butter loaf in the oven bakin', nothin' sacred\n  You touch cake, niggas wanna come and taste it\n  You get stripped buck naked\n\n  Fuck a bank statement\n  I got over a hundred K in my basement\n  Your formula's basic\n\n  You payin' layaway on a bracelet\n  You repair, I replace shit\n  You a chair, I'm a spaceship\n  You shed a tear out of sheer hatred\n  But to get here more than skill, it takes patience\n  Ill nature, golden age reals feels ancient\n  Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\n  Word up, yeah nigga, come on\n  My mind spray\n  My mind spray\n  My mind spray\n  My nine spray\n\n  Jams by the vision, some time livin'\n  They slum with discomfort, it's the numb that I give 'em\n  Get my weight like an ape, hung with the gibbons\n  Slung nog in the park, gettin' crumbs with the pigeons\n  Wanna squabble, bullets get logged and put on my jaw\n  On the strip runnin' shit when you couldn't have jogged\n\n  Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise\n  They watch for errors and errors when parcel arrives\n  We get cake, big slate or partial in size\n\n  I strangle a human, anger with monstrous lines\n  We be straight if we ate, but we harsh with the nines\n  My body heal faster than the scars in my mind\n  Sour grapes with papes, now I'm regarded as wine\n  Lip is grown, switch nipple cold, sip it slow\n  Even when tight righteous, recite with a wicked flow\n\n  This is cream talk, climbin' the beanstalk\n  Team tryna find green giant out of clean thought\n  Pull mint, full clip loaded hag\n  We keep it cookin', lookin' for the golden egg\n  Shot sound, somebody pops, chop down\n\n  Man folded, another man holdin' a hot pound\n  Split 'em back, die slow livin' rapid\n  Triggers blastin', eager passion but niggas lacked it\n  The beef boil, you either feel a bullet or recoil\n  I dress it like a present but the speech royal\n\n  But the speech royal\n"},{"id":15936359,"name":"Nine Spray feat. Ka","trackName":"Nine Spray feat. Ka","artistName":"Marciano, Roc","albumName":"Reloaded","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray.\n\nOutlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\nFly whores get piped down\nMy sores get iced down, I'm like Al\nThe K put you out the game like five fouls\nYou outta bounds, im outta town\nRunning with hounds\nDumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\nThe gun is rust brown\nIts a oldie but a goodie\nI'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\nRose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\nShells fly, open you like pussy\nI slide in ya, skin an injun,\nBlacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\nChrome Desert Eagle bend ya\nTen sends ya like street vendor\nCook your meat beef get tender\nNo apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\nAnd get shanked in them staircases\nTrying to pitch, gotta run the bases\nBottom bitch keep flooding papers\nMy aces got cut faces\nRaw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\nButter loaf in the oven, bake it\nNothing sacred, touch cak\nNiggas wanna come and taste it\nYou get stripped buck naked\nFuck a bank statement\nI got over a hundred k in my basement\nYou formal is basic\nPaying layaway on a bracelet\nYou repair I replace shit\nYou a chair, im a spaceship\nYou shed a tear out of sheer hatred\nBut to get here more than skill\nTakes patience\nIll natured, golden age reels feels ancient\nMotion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\nMy Nine Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Mind Spray\nMy Nine Spray\n\n(KA)\nGems by division, sums how I'm living\nThey slum with these comforters\nTo numb that I give em\nTo get my weight like an eight\nHung with the Gibbens\nSome Narc in the park\nGet crumbs with the pigeons\nWanna squall\nBullets get lobbed and go to my job\nOn the strip, running shit\nWhen you couldn't have jogged\nCops, sheriffs, marshals despise\nThey watch for errors\nAnd that is when parcel arrives\nWe get cake, bake slay proportional size\nStrangle a human angle with monstrous lines\nWe be straight if we ate\nWe be harsh with the nines\nMy body heal faster\nThan the scars in my mind\nSour grapes for papes\nNow I'm regarded as wine\nLiquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\nHe more type righteous\nRecite with a wicked flow\nThis is cream talk\nClimbing a bean stalk\nTeam trying find green giant\nOutta clean thought\nPull myth full clip load that\nWe keep it cooking\nLooking for the golden egg\nShots sound somebody pops shot down\nMan folded\nAnother ran holding a hot pound\nSplit em back\nDying slow living rapid\nTriggers blasting\nNeed of passion\nBut niggas lacked it\nWhen beef boil\nYou need feel a bullet or recoil\nI'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nine Spray feat. Ka\n  artist: Marciano, Roc\n  album: Reloaded\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray.\n\n  Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles\n  Fly whores get piped down\n  My sores get iced down, I'm like Al\n  The K put you out the game like five fouls\n  You outta bounds, im outta town\n  Running with hounds\n  Dumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud\n  The gun is rust brown\n  Its a oldie but a goodie\n  I'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie\n  Rose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully\n  Shells fly, open you like pussy\n  I slide in ya, skin an injun,\n  Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender\n  Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya\n  Ten sends ya like street vendor\n  Cook your meat beef get tender\n  No apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon\n  And get shanked in them staircases\n  Trying to pitch, gotta run the bases\n  Bottom bitch keep flooding papers\n  My aces got cut faces\n  Raw flesh, gotta cut and paste it\n  Butter loaf in the oven, bake it\n  Nothing sacred, touch cak\n  Niggas wanna come and taste it\n  You get stripped buck naked\n  Fuck a bank statement\n  I got over a hundred k in my basement\n  You formal is basic\n  Paying layaway on a bracelet\n  You repair I replace shit\n  You a chair, im a spaceship\n  You shed a tear out of sheer hatred\n  But to get here more than skill\n  Takes patience\n  Ill natured, golden age reels feels ancient\n  Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers\n\n  My Nine Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Mind Spray\n  My Nine Spray\n\n  (KA)\n  Gems by division, sums how I'm living\n  They slum with these comforters\n  To numb that I give em\n  To get my weight like an eight\n  Hung with the Gibbens\n  Some Narc in the park\n  Get crumbs with the pigeons\n  Wanna squall\n  Bullets get lobbed and go to my job\n  On the strip, running shit\n  When you couldn't have jogged\n  Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise\n  They watch for errors\n  And that is when parcel arrives\n  We get cake, bake slay proportional size\n  Strangle a human angle with monstrous lines\n  We be straight if we ate\n  We be harsh with the nines\n  My body heal faster\n  Than the scars in my mind\n  Sour grapes for papes\n  Now I'm regarded as wine\n  Liquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow\n  He more type righteous\n  Recite with a wicked flow\n  This is cream talk\n  Climbing a bean stalk\n  Team trying find green giant\n  Outta clean thought\n  Pull myth full clip load that\n  We keep it cooking\n  Looking for the golden egg\n  Shots sound somebody pops shot down\n  Man folded\n  Another ran holding a hot pound\n  Split em back\n  Dying slow living rapid\n  Triggers blasting\n  Need of passion\n  But niggas lacked it\n  When beef boil\n  You need feel a bullet or recoil\n  I'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal\n"},{"id":15840540,"name":"Nine Spray (feat. 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