[{"id":35443512,"name":"Vindictive (Molly Brazy)","trackName":"Vindictive (Molly Brazy)","artistName":"Rocky Badd","albumName":"Vindictive (Molly Brazy)","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aye Rest In Piece to Prodigy man\nYou know I'm a hold the city down though fasho\nY'all who the fuck it is\nB!!\nYeah they ain't gone like this one\nI mean what the fuck y'all think was gone happen though\nDo y'all not know what the fuck I do\nThis type of shit right here keep me going\nBitch, slow down for what\nLook, who holding my city down, you can't name no one else\nPost a flier for a show, then I came by myself\nFuck niggas thought, I don't hang with the help\nI ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt\nYou said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit\nJust a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit\nShootin' vids, but where the same clothes twice in them shits\nBut you winning, touching this chicken dog\nWho writing her shit?\nI swear they pussy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit\nI'm big B, yo big homie, I ain't fighting and shit\nPut this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch\nWhen I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit\nI guess these niggas heard I'm single, okay now they trying to fuck\nI make bitches put it up, cause if they don't, they getting touched\nNot ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much\nI made bitches leveled up, but make them pick that metal up\n'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\nWho with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\nI'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\nYou ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\nWho with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\nI'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\nYou ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n\nYo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out\nHow bitches so tough, whole time, head down?\nShouldn't have said my name, I got the upper hand now\nYou was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now\nHow the fuck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next\nTalk the \"shoot em up, bang!\" But, ain't did shit yet?\nNot with nobody, you don't really be on shit\nYou don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch\nIt ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes\nI'm the same one who told you, Joe should buy your ass some clothes\nWhen I seen you, I seen hoe, would\nI fuck your nigga? No!\nLil B, I'm grown as fuck, my pussy fatter than your nose\nWhen I seen you was froze\nYou ain't even have a chain on,\nshould've cheesed necked your ass\nAnd told you, \"quit it with the lame songs!\"\nBitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches know they can't get to me\nThat bitch no she can't whoop to me, act up and I'm on fully\nBefore you had a name, you was all on my dick\nKept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick\nThen you got some fame, and started copying my shit\nPeople think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit\nYou don't do this rap shit mami, you just wanna follow\nIt's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling\nThese bars light as fuck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in\nTalking numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's followin\nWhen shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over\nBeen the same bitch, who used to post up on the corner\nIn the club, off patron, probably standing on the sofa, hate for what\nILil B? You want a gun, with no diploma\nYou ain't even from the road, better try that shit again\nAnd your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?\nWanna keep it strictly music,\nimma body her again\nAll these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again\nJoseph told me, \"Rocky, you the coldest in the city!\"\nSo why the fuck you trying to make your artist go against me?\nYou probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me\nListen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi\nYou ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back\nLil bald head bitch, I know you\nscared to get your wig snatched\nBanging on a toddler, lil hoe, I wouldn't have did that\nYou ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at\nI tried being nice, but imma tear your ass apart\nOn my mama you was scared, and\nsee, I really got a heart\nI know niggas geeking you, you could've played it smart\nBut now I gotta shether you and really make it hard\nThis rap filled with corny niggas, I ain't gotta lie\nSo when my niggas done rapping, I ain't really got a lot\nYou do it for an image, you ain't really on the block\nAnd that shit so disrespectful, bitch I really did a lot\nYou rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not\nLil bitch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped\nType the bitch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot\nShe so grown, but when I hoe her, niggas acting like she not\n'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\nWho with this rap shit, me, bitch\nI'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\nYou ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\nWho with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\nI'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\nYou ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vindictive (Molly Brazy)\n  artist: Rocky Badd\n  album: Vindictive (Molly Brazy)\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aye Rest In Piece to Prodigy man\n  You know I'm a hold the city down though fasho\n  Y'all who the fuck it is\n  B!!\n  Yeah they ain't gone like this one\n  I mean what the fuck y'all think was gone happen though\n  Do y'all not know what the fuck I do\n  This type of shit right here keep me going\n  Bitch, slow down for what\n  Look, who holding my city down, you can't name no one else\n  Post a flier for a show, then I came by myself\n  Fuck niggas thought, I don't hang with the help\n  I ain't ask for this shit, I played the hand I was dealt\n  You said I'm motivation, right? You look goofy as shit\n  Just a cute, broke bum, chain icy and shit\n  Shootin' vids, but where the same clothes twice in them shits\n  But you winning, touching this chicken dog\n  Who writing her shit?\n  I swear they pussy and they frauds, I ain't liking this shit\n  I'm big B, yo big homie, I ain't fighting and shit\n  Put this pole down your throat, like I'm piping this bitch\n  When I rhyme, I'm snatching souls, bitches quiet as shit\n  I guess these niggas heard I'm single, okay now they trying to fuck\n  I make bitches put it up, cause if they don't, they getting touched\n  Not ashamed I'm from the bottom, we ain't really come from much\n  I made bitches leveled up, but make them pick that metal up\n  'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\n  Who with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\n  I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\n  You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n  'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\n  Who with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\n  I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\n  You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n\n  Yo, even when I'm on chill, anywhere I stand out\n  How bitches so tough, whole time, head down?\n  Shouldn't have said my name, I got the upper hand now\n  You was shook when I seen you, I gave you a pass now\n  How the fuck a bitch gon' mimic, then flex, claim she up next\n  Talk the \"shoot em up, bang!\" But, ain't did shit yet?\n  Not with nobody, you don't really be on shit\n  You don't slide down no blocks, you don't pop at no bitch\n  It ain't even real beef, y'all just some internet hoes\n  I'm the same one who told you, Joe should buy your ass some clothes\n  When I seen you, I seen hoe, would\n  I fuck your nigga? No!\n  Lil B, I'm grown as fuck, my pussy fatter than your nose\n  When I seen you was froze\n  You ain't even have a chain on,\n  should've cheesed necked your ass\n  And told you, \"quit it with the lame songs!\"\n  Bitch, I ain't no bully, these bitches know they can't get to me\n  That bitch no she can't whoop to me, act up and I'm on fully\n  Before you had a name, you was all on my dick\n  Kept posting me and my bitch, I was posing with that stick\n  Then you got some fame, and started copying my shit\n  People think you made a wave, but you just copied off my shit\n  You don't do this rap shit mami, you just wanna follow\n  It's facts that I made you, you should've tried modeling\n  These bars light as fuck, I gotta a lot of shit that's bottled in\n  Talking numbers like you Nicki, but it's only kids that's followin\n  When shit get real, y'all make calls and say it's over\n  Been the same bitch, who used to post up on the corner\n  In the club, off patron, probably standing on the sofa, hate for what\n  ILil B? You want a gun, with no diploma\n  You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again\n  And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?\n  Wanna keep it strictly music,\n  imma body her again\n  All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again\n  Joseph told me, \"Rocky, you the coldest in the city!\"\n  So why the fuck you trying to make your artist go against me?\n  You probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me\n  Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a Semi\n  You ain't got enough muscles for the Draco not to kick back\n  Lil bald head bitch, I know you\n  scared to get your wig snatched\n  Banging on a toddler, lil hoe, I wouldn't have did that\n  You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at\n  I tried being nice, but imma tear your ass apart\n  On my mama you was scared, and\n  see, I really got a heart\n  I know niggas geeking you, you could've played it smart\n  But now I gotta shether you and really make it hard\n  This rap filled with corny niggas, I ain't gotta lie\n  So when my niggas done rapping, I ain't really got a lot\n  You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block\n  And that shit so disrespectful, bitch I really did a lot\n  You rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not\n  Lil bitch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped\n  Type the bitch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot\n  She so grown, but when I hoe her, niggas acting like she not\n  'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\n  Who with this rap shit, me, bitch\n  I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\n  You ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n  'Cause it's the real, B, bitch\n  Who with this rap shit, that's me, bitch\n  I'm a Westside legend, that's queen shit\n  You ain't jumped off the porch, you ain't seen shit\n"}]