[{"id":36410612,"name":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares","trackName":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares","artistName":"RodWave","albumName":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say, Drama\nWhat's up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh? That's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\n\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (look)\nEverytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n\nEver since that day, it's been hell on Earth\nGotta get the money first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou're the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou're the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n\nTell me how you're worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef, then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal nightmares\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal nightmares\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Hold up, say, Drama\n[00:01.80] What's up, my nigga?\n[00:02.66] Barack O-Drama\n[00:03.51] Uh-huh\n[00:04.27] That's what your name is, huh? That's what they call me\n[00:06.33] Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:08.88] Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:09.72] Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n[00:14.04] Come on, man, I told you\n[00:14.92] That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n[00:17.41] On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:20.76] Them niggas ain't never, ho (look)\n[00:22.16] Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n[00:23.65] Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n[00:26.71] Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n[00:29.37] So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (yeah)\n[00:32.22] Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n[00:35.19] Bitch, I think my family cursed\n[00:36.83] And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n[00:39.92] Ever since that day, it's been hell on Earth\n[00:42.47] Gotta get the money first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n[00:45.59] But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n[00:48.50] Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n[00:51.31] To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n[00:54.22] I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n[00:56.62] Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n[00:59.50] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[01:03.19] God, answer my prayers\n[01:04.66] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[01:06.96] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n[01:10.64] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:13.11] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:16.67] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:19.01] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:21.62] Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n[01:25.04] Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n[01:27.74] The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n[01:30.81] You're the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n[01:33.75] You're the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n[01:36.38] Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n[01:39.53] Tell me how you're worth the shit you think I'm not\n[01:42.06] Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n[01:44.95] And you got the gang twisted\n[01:46.89] Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n[01:49.72] Tell how you start the beef, then quit it, I don't get it\n[01:52.56] A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n[01:55.17] Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n[01:57.75] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[02:01.36] God, answer my prayers\n[02:02.90] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[02:05.27] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n[02:08.73] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:11.20] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:14.77] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:17.16] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:19.93] Go fed, nah\n[02:22.50] Go-go\n[02:23.55] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:25.71] Go fed, nah\n[02:28.37] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:29.81] Federal nightmares\n[02:31.66] Go fed, nah\n[02:34.08] Go-go\n[02:35.29] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:37.47] Go fed, nah\n[02:40.00] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:41.63] Federal nightmares\n[02:43.11] Go fed, nah\n[02:44.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares\n  artist: RodWave\n  album: Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hold up, say, Drama\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 1800\n- text: What's up, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 1800\n  end_ms: 2660\n- text: Barack O-Drama\n  start_ms: 2660\n  end_ms: 3510\n- text: Uh-huh\n  start_ms: 3510\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: That's what your name is, huh? 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That's what they call me\n  Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  Nigga, I was waiting on you\n\n  Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n  Come on, man, I told you\n  That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n  On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  Them niggas ain't never, ho (look)\n  Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\n  Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n\n  Ever since that day, it's been hell on Earth\n  Gotta get the money first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You're the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You're the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n\n  Tell me how you're worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell how you start the beef, then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal nightmares\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal nightmares\n  Go fed, nah\n"},{"id":13629879,"name":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)","trackName":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)","artistName":"Rod Wave","albumName":"Rod Wave Videos","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say, Drama\nWhat up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh?\nThat's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\nEvery time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)\n  artist: Rod Wave\n  album: Rod Wave Videos\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, say, Drama\n  What up, my nigga?\n  Barack O-Drama\n  Uh-huh\n  That's what your name is, huh?\n  That's what they call me\n  Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  Nigga, I was waiting on you\n  Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n  Come on, man, I told you\n  That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n  On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n  Every time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\n  Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n  Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n  Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n"},{"id":38643629,"name":"Federal Nightmares","trackName":"Federal Nightmares","artistName":"Rod Wave","albumName":"Rod Wave","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say, drama\nWhat's up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\nCome on man, I told you\nThat ain't really true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\nEverytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21]Hold up, say, drama\n[00:03.90]What's up, my nigga?\n[00:04.21]Barack O-Drama\n[00:05.82]Uh-huh\n[00:06.73]That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n[00:08.59]Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:10.98]Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:12.78]Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n[00:15.75]Come on man, I told you\n[00:17.00]That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n[00:18.53]On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:21.84]Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n[00:23.96]Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n  Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n  Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n"},{"id":13623274,"name":"Federal Nightmares","trackName":"Federal Nightmares","artistName":"Rod Wave","albumName":"Rod Wave Songs","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say, drama\nWhat's up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\nCome on man, I told you\nThat ain't really true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\nEverytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.24] Hold up, say, drama\n[00:03.93] What's up, my nigga?\n[00:04.28] Barack O-Drama\n[00:05.85] Uh-huh\n[00:06.75] That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n[00:08.57] Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:10.92] Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:12.72] Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n[00:15.71] Come on man, I told you\n[00:17.04] That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n[00:18.56] On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:21.82] Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n[00:23.92] Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21] Hold up, say, drama\n[00:03.90] What's up, my nigga?\n[00:04.21] Barack O-Drama\n[00:05.82] Uh-huh\n[00:06.73] That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n[00:08.59] Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:10.98] Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:12.78] Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n[00:15.75] Come on man, I told you\n[00:17.00] That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n[00:18.53] On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:21.84] Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n[00:23.96] Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n[00:25.19] Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n[00:27.89] Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n[00:30.60] So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n[00:33.69] Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n[00:36.36] Bitch, I think my family cursed\n[00:38.14] And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n[00:40.90] Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n[00:43.90] Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n[00:46.54] But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n[00:49.51] Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n[00:52.56] To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n[00:54.89] I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n[00:57.28] Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n[00:59.99] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[01:03.45] God, answer my prayers\n[01:05.20] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[01:07.01] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n[01:10.49] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:13.81] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:16.42] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:19.40] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:22.53] Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n[01:24.95] Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n[01:28.50] The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n[01:30.72] You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n[01:34.03] You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n[01:36.86] Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n[01:39.43] Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n[01:42.77] Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n[01:45.41] And you got the gang twisted\n[01:47.30] Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n[01:49.96] Tell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n[01:52.98] A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n[01:55.89] Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n[01:58.26] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[02:01.64] God, answer my prayers\n[02:03.44] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[02:05.24] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n[02:09.34] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:11.69] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:14.64] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:17.61] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:20.48] Go fed, nah\n[02:22.63] Go-go\n[02:23.63] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:26.04] Go fed, nah\n[02:28.37] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:30.47] Federal night—\n[02:32.20] Go fed, nah\n[02:33.88] Go-go\n[02:36.13] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:37.93] Go fed, nah\n[02:40.39] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:41.79] Federal night—\n[02:42.91] Go fed, nah\n[02:48.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Federal Nightmares\n  artist: Rod Wave\n  album: Rod Wave Videos\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hold up, say, drama\n  start_ms: 1210\n  end_ms: 3900\n- text: What's up, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 3900\n  end_ms: 4210\n- text: Barack O-Drama\n  start_ms: 4210\n  end_ms: 5820\n- text: Uh-huh\n  start_ms: 5820\n  end_ms: 6730\n- text: That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n  start_ms: 6730\n  end_ms: 8590\n- text: Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  start_ms: 8590\n  end_ms: 10980\n- text: Nigga, I was waiting on you\n  start_ms: 10980\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 15750\n- text: Come on man, I told you\n  start_ms: 15750\n  end_ms: 17000\n- text: That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n  start_ms: 17000\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 21840\n- text: Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n  start_ms: 21840\n  end_ms: 23960\n- text: Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.21] Hold up, say, drama\n[00:03.90] What's up, my nigga?\n[00:04.21] Barack O-Drama\n[00:05.82] Uh-huh\n[00:06.73] That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n[00:08.59] Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:10.98] Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:12.78] Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n[00:15.75] Come on man, I told you\n[00:17.00] That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n[00:18.53] On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:21.84] Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n[00:23.96] Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\n[00:27.89] Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n[00:30.60] So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n[00:33.69] Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n[00:36.36] Bitch, I think my family cursed\n[00:38.14] And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n[00:40.90] Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n[00:43.90] Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n[00:46.54] But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n[00:49.51] Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n[00:52.56] To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n[00:54.89] I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n[00:57.28] Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n[00:59.99] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[01:03.45] God, answer my prayers\n[01:05.20] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[01:07.01] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n[01:10.49] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:13.81] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:16.42] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:19.40] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:22.53] Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n[01:24.95] Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n[01:28.50] The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n[01:30.72] You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n[01:34.03] You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n[01:36.86] Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n[01:39.43] Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n[01:42.77] Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n[01:45.41] And you got the gang twisted\n[01:47.30] Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n[01:49.96] Tell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n[01:52.98] A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n[01:55.89] Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n[01:58.26] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[02:01.64] God, answer my prayers\n[02:03.44] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[02:05.24] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n[02:09.34] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:11.69] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:14.64] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:17.61] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:20.48] Go fed, nah\n[02:22.63] Go-go\n[02:23.63] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:26.04] Go fed, nah\n[02:28.37] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:30.47] Federal night—\n[02:32.20] Go fed, nah\n[02:33.88] Go-go\n[02:36.13] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:37.93] Go fed, nah\n[02:40.39] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:41.79] Federal night—\n[02:42.91] Go fed, nah\n[02:48.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Federal Nightmares\n  artist: Rod Wave\n  album: Rod Wave - Last Lap\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hold up, say, drama\n  start_ms: 1210\n  end_ms: 3900\n- text: What's up, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 3900\n  end_ms: 4210\n- text: Barack O-Drama\n  start_ms: 4210\n  end_ms: 5820\n- text: Uh-huh\n  start_ms: 5820\n  end_ms: 6730\n- text: That's what your name is, huh? that's what they call me\n  start_ms: 6730\n  end_ms: 8590\n- text: Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  start_ms: 8590\n  end_ms: 10980\n- text: Nigga, I was waiting on you\n  start_ms: 10980\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? yeah\n  start_ms: 12780\n  end_ms: 15750\n- text: Come on man, I told you\n  start_ms: 15750\n  end_ms: 17000\n- text: That ain't really true, I was blaming you\n  start_ms: 17000\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 21840\n- text: Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n  start_ms: 21840\n  end_ms: 23960\n- text: Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? 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Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n  Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n  Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n"},{"id":13418182,"name":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)","trackName":"Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)","artistName":"Rod Wave","albumName":"Last Lap","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say, Drama\nWhat up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh?\nThat's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\nEvery time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)\n  artist: Rod Wave\n  album: Last Lap\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, say, Drama\n  What up, my nigga?\n  Barack O-Drama\n  Uh-huh\n  That's what your name is, huh?\n  That's what they call me\n  Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  Nigga, I was waiting on you\n  Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n  Come on, man, I told you\n  That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n  On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n  Every time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\n  Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n  Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n  Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n"},{"id":13305208,"name":"Federal Nightmares","trackName":"Federal Nightmares","artistName":"Rod Wave","albumName":"Last Lap","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up, say Drama\nWhat up, my nigga?\nBarack O-Drama\nUh-huh\nThat's what your name is, huh?\nThat's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nReally and truly, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (look)\nEvery time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\nWill I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hell on earth\nGotta get the money first\nPlayin' gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep it street, that police beef it be the worst\nKillers killin' killers, robbers schemin' on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you was debriefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunnin' from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightenin'\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed'\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed'\nWon't trust nobody wit' my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped? 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Yeah\n  Come on, man, I told you\n  Really and truly, I was blaming you\n  On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  Them niggas ain't never, ho (look)\n  Every time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n  Will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hell on earth\n  Gotta get the money first\n  Playin' gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep it street, that police beef it be the worst\n  Killers killin' killers, robbers schemin' on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you was debriefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Runnin' from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightenin'\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed'\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed'\n  Won't trust nobody wit' my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped? 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That's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\n\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (look)\nEverytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n\nEver since that day, it's been hell on Earth\nGotta get the money first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou're the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou're the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n\nTell me how you're worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell how you start the beef, then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal nightmares\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal nightmares\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Hold up, say, Drama\n[00:01.80] What's up, my nigga?\n[00:02.66] Barack O-Drama\n[00:03.51] Uh-huh\n[00:04.27] That's what your name is, huh? That's what they call me\n[00:06.33] Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n[00:08.88] Nigga, I was waiting on you\n[00:09.72] Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n[00:14.04] Come on, man, I told you\n[00:14.92] That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n[00:17.41] On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n[00:20.76] Them niggas ain't never, ho (look)\n[00:22.16] Everytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n[00:23.65] Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n[00:26.71] Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n[00:29.37] So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (yeah)\n[00:32.22] Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n[00:35.19] Bitch, I think my family cursed\n[00:36.83] And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n[00:39.92] Ever since that day, it's been hell on Earth\n[00:42.47] Gotta get the money first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n[00:45.59] But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n[00:48.50] Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n[00:51.31] To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n[00:54.22] I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n[00:56.62] Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n[00:59.50] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[01:03.19] God, answer my prayers\n[01:04.66] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[01:06.96] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n[01:10.64] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:13.11] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:16.67] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[01:19.01] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[01:21.62] Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n[01:25.04] Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n[01:27.74] The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n[01:30.81] You're the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n[01:33.75] You're the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n[01:36.38] Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n[01:39.53] Tell me how you're worth the shit you think I'm not\n[01:42.06] Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n[01:44.95] And you got the gang twisted\n[01:46.89] Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n[01:49.72] Tell how you start the beef, then quit it, I don't get it\n[01:52.56] A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n[01:55.17] Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n[01:57.75] Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n[02:01.36] God, answer my prayers\n[02:02.90] I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n[02:05.27] And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments, look\n[02:08.73] And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:11.20] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:14.77] Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n[02:17.16] Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n[02:19.93] Go fed, nah\n[02:22.50] Go-go\n[02:23.55] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:25.71] Go fed, nah\n[02:28.37] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:29.81] Federal nightmares\n[02:31.66] Go fed, nah\n[02:34.08] Go-go\n[02:35.29] Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n[02:37.47] Go fed, nah\n[02:40.00] Go-go fed, nah\n[02:41.63] Federal nightmares\n[02:43.11] Go fed, nah\n[02:44.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Federal Nightmares (Paused)\n  artist: Rod Wave\n  album: Last Lap\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hold up, say, Drama\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 1800\n- text: What's up, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 1800\n  end_ms: 2660\n- text: Barack O-Drama\n  start_ms: 2660\n  end_ms: 3510\n- text: Uh-huh\n  start_ms: 3510\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: That's what your name is, huh? 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That's what they call me\nWhy it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\nNigga, I was waiting on you\n\nDamn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (look)\nEverytime I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? 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Yeah\nCome on, man, I told you\nThat really ain't true, I was blaming you\nOn the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\nThem niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\nEvery time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\nUh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\nOr will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\nSo much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\nYeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\nBitch, I think my family cursed\nAnd I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\nEver since that day, it's been hеll on earth\nGotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\nBut they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\nKillers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\nTo get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\nI'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\nRunning from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nWon't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\nTell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\nThe judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\nYou the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\nYou the one that said they got the city hot, uh\nGot them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\nTell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\nTell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\nAnd you got the gang twisted\nTell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\nTell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\nA nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\nFree Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\nBillion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\nGod, answer my prayers\nI can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\nAnd every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\nAnd oh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\nOh no, baby, I'm scared\nGo anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go\nBi-billion-dollar dreams\nGo fed, nah\nGo-go fed, nah\nFederal night—\nGo fed, nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rod Wave - Federal Nightmares (Official Audio)\n  artist: RodWave\n  album: RodWave Videos\n  duration_ms: 189000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hold up, say, Drama\n  What up, my nigga?\n  Barack O-Drama\n  Uh-huh\n  That's what your name is, huh?\n  That's what they call me\n  Why it took us so long to do this Gangsta Grillz, dog?\n  Nigga, I was waiting on you\n  Damn, hold up, man, was my fault or your fault, dog? Yeah\n  Come on, man, I told you\n  That really ain't true, I was blaming you\n  On the real, I'm a real nigga, I can take my charge, you heard me?\n  Them niggas ain't never, ho (Look)\n  Every time I went to jail, you heard me? I had a nigga with me\n\n  Uh, will I see a billion like Jigga 'nem? Yeah\n  Or will I go fed like B Jizzle 'nem?\n  So much pain in my heart, it got a nigga hurt (Yeah)\n  Yeah, my brother back in jail, my daddy back in jail\n  Bitch, I think my family cursed\n  And I can't shake the image of my cousin in that hearse\n  Ever since that day, it's been hеll on earth\n  Gotta get the monеy first, playing gang, get put on a shirt\n  But they can't keep discrete, that police beefing be the worst\n  Killers killing killers, robbers scheming on a nigga\n  To get you out that jam, you must be briefing on a nigga\n  I'm tryna beat the system, what's the cheat code?\n  Running from my past, in my rearview, I see RICO\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Won't trust nobody with my life, I got my own strap, yeah\n  Tell me who to call when your phone tapped, yeah\n  The judge'll prove it once the crackers kick your spots, yeah\n  You the one that called to get everybody hot, uh\n  You the one that said they got the city hot, uh\n  Got them youngins spinning Bentley, just might bend your block, uh, uh\n  Tell me how you worth the shit you think I'm not\n  Tell me how you called it off after you sent some shots\n  And you got the gang twisted\n  Tell me how you started, ain't gon' stop it, is you quitting?\n  Tell me how you start the beef then quit it, I don't get it\n  A nigga popping Perkies back to back, I'm in my feelings\n  Free Lil Smacka, folks need Spilla and Lil Glizzy\n\n  Billion-dollar dreams, federal nightmares\n  God, answer my prayers\n  I can't sleep 'cause it's frightening\n  And every time I close my eyes, I see indictments (Look)\n  And oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n  Oh no, baby, I'm scared\n  Go anywhere, go everywhere, but don't wanna go fed\n\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go\n  Bi-billion-dollar dreams\n  Go fed, nah\n  Go-go fed, nah\n  Federal night—\n  Go fed, nah\n"}]