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Conway The Machine & Ghostface Killah)","artistName":"Russ","albumName":"CHOMP 2","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\nFor real\nCHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n\nMy name is tatted on titties and asses\n'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\nMy passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\nFirst class Emirates, impact megalith\nSet in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\nGot accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\nHaters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\nY'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\nI'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\nYou can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\nI live music, think big, yeah, I see major\nCross the line, you in extreme danger\nI ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\nNah, for real though (nah, for real though)\nI've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\nLot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\nGracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\nGettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\nIt's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\nTreat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\nSomeone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\nFuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\nRebel against the record biz is what I represent\n'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\nStrange like Bellatrix\nOn the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\nMake their heads spin like an Exorcist\nI put the Ms before my X like Mexican\nThen I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\nMovin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\nStruggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\nIt's confusin' (for real)\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nLook, I was the nigga that they counted out\nNow I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\nThey so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\nI let this water on my neck drown 'em out\nI show love to niggas that I was never shown\nContinuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\nMomma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\nTook that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\nMind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\nYou broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\nThinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\nFeelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\nAnd bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\nWent to the protests, just to get a selfie\nTo put it on your pages, post it for the likes\nDawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\nThem niggas stream well but mostly over hype\nThem numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\nMachine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\nI sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\nAnd all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\nSmack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\nJoke about my face but your bitch love it\nMade six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\nMachine, bitch\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nYeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\nYou niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\nSippin' macchiato, Starbucks\nPinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\nFurry white hat (yeah)\nUnder my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\nWe about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\nEvery bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\nGuatemala, the powder is hard to follow\nWe up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\nWith just a viral, then escape to Cabo\nTown, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\nYeah, uh, death to the dickriders\nDeath to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\nFake love niggas give opinions with a complex\nThinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\nDeath or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\nNow I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\nMy soul can't be sold or stole\nPeace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\nThey say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\nSo much money and I ain't even Jewish\nMeet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\nWe pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\nSing the hook\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.24] Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n[00:11.39] For real\n[00:12.95] CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n[00:15.46] My name is tatted on titties and asses\n[00:17.87] 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n[00:20.52] My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n[00:23.41] First class Emirates, impact megalith\n[00:26.11] Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n[00:28.95] Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n[00:31.67] Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n[00:34.13] Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n[00:37.22] I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n[00:40.53] You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n[00:42.62] I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n[00:45.17] Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n[00:47.23] I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n[00:50.64] Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n[00:51.94] I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n[00:54.79] Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n[00:58.56] Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n[01:01.29] Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n[01:03.95] It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n[01:06.59] Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n[01:09.37] Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n[01:11.98] Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n[01:14.68] Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n[01:17.40] 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n[01:20.24] Strange like Bellatrix\n[01:21.47] On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n[01:24.26] Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n[01:26.17] I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n[01:28.91] Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n[01:32.85] Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n[01:36.62] Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n[01:38.58] 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n[01:41.41] It's confusin' (for real)\n[01:41.85] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:44.38] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:46.93] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[01:49.80] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:52.55] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:55.06] Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n[01:57.92] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[02:00.49] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[02:02.97] Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n[02:05.89] Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n[02:08.62] They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n[02:12.00] I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n[02:14.33] I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n[02:16.90] Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n[02:19.56] Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n[02:22.02] Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n[02:25.03] Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n[02:27.45] You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n[02:30.31] Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n[02:33.01] Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n[02:35.65] And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n[02:38.30] Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n[02:41.14] To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n[02:43.52] Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n[02:46.27] Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n[02:48.21] Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n[02:51.53] Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n[02:54.22] I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n[02:57.23] And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n[03:00.12] Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n[03:02.75] Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n[03:04.88] Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n[03:08.01] Machine, bitch\n[03:08.29] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:10.69] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:13.45] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:16.04] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:18.79] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:21.25] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:24.11] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:26.70] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:28.55] Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n[03:32.63] You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n[03:35.72] Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n[03:37.85] Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n[03:40.99] Furry white hat (yeah)\n[03:41.85] Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n[03:45.09] We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n[03:47.74] Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n[03:51.34] Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n[03:53.90] We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n[03:56.79] With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n[03:58.95] Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n[04:02.14] Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n[04:04.81] Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n[04:07.54] Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n[04:10.06] Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n[04:12.86] Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n[04:15.46] Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n[04:18.00] My soul can't be sold or stole\n[04:19.87] Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n[04:23.51] They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n[04:26.09] So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n[04:28.27] Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n[04:30.78] We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n[04:33.47] Sing the hook\n[04:34.33] I went the distance without their assistance\n[04:37.03] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:39.67] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[04:42.36] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:45.15] I went the distance without their assistance\n[04:47.66] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:50.51] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[04:53.07] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:57.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Russ - Distance (Feat. 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start_ms: 297680\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n  For real\n  CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n\n  My name is tatted on titties and asses\n  'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n  My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n  First class Emirates, impact megalith\n  Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n  Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n  Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\n  I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\n  Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\n  Strange like Bellatrix\n  On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n  I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n  Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n  Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n  Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n  It's confusin' (for real)\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n  Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n  They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n  I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n  Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n  You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n  Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n  Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n  Furry white hat (yeah)\n  Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n  We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n  Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\n  Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n  We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n  With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n  Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n  Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\n  Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n"},{"id":3680904,"name":"From a Distance","trackName":"From a Distance","artistName":"Russ","albumName":"ZOO","duration":175.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"I've been out of state\nYou been stuck in yours\nIt's not personal\nWhen you call me and I ignore you, damn\nI'm just tryna detach, detach\nI rarely 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I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\nSo much money and I ain't even Jewish\nMeet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\nWe pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\nSing the hook\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.24] Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n[00:11.39] For real\n[00:12.95] CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n[00:15.46] My name is tatted on titties and asses\n[00:17.87] 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n[00:20.52] My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n[00:23.41] First class Emirates, impact megalith\n[00:26.11] Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n[00:28.95] Got 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Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n  We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n  With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n  Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n  Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\n  Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad 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please\n[01:09.37] Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n[01:11.98] Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n[01:14.68] Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n[01:17.40] 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n[01:20.24] Strange like Bellatrix\n[01:21.47] On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n[01:24.26] Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n[01:26.17] I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n[01:28.91] Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n[01:32.85] Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n[01:36.62] Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n[01:38.58] 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n[01:41.41] It's confusin' (for real)\n[01:41.85] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:44.38] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:46.93] Through the resistance, label me a 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Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n[02:35.65] And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n[02:38.30] Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n[02:41.14] To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n[02:43.52] Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n[02:46.27] Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n[02:48.21] Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n[02:51.53] Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n[02:54.22] I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n[02:57.23] And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n[03:00.12] Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n[03:02.75] Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n[03:04.88] Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n[03:08.01] Machine, bitch\n[03:08.29] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:10.69] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:13.45] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:16.04] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:18.79] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:21.25] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:24.11] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:26.70] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:28.55] Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n[03:32.63] You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n[03:35.72] Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n[03:37.85] Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n[03:40.99] Furry white hat (yeah)\n[03:41.85] Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n[03:45.09] We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n[03:47.74] Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n[03:51.34] Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n[03:53.90] We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n[03:56.79] With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n[03:58.95] Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' 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popped, no pills though\nRan up another mill', ho, gracefully\nThings don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\nGettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\nIt's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\nTreat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous, please\nSomeone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\nFuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\nRebel against the record biz, it's what I represent\n'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\nStrange like Bellatrix\nOn the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\nMake the head spins like an exorcist\nI put the M's before my X like Mexican\nThen I can invest in the love, Lee Stafford did\nIt's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest\nWithout ever sweatin', it's elegance but\nStruggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin'\nBut root for me when I'm losin', it's confusin' (for real)\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nLook\nI was the nigga that they counted out\nNow I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\nThey so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out\nI let this water on my neck drown 'em out\nI show love to niggas that I was never shown\nContinuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\nMama did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone\nTook that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\nMind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\nYou broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\nThinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\nFeelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to doctor Melfi (talk to 'em)\nAnd bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak\nWent to the protest just to get a selfie\nTo put it on your pages, post it for the likes\nYo, you a star, you're supposed to give us light\nThem niggas stream well but mostly over hype\nThem numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\nMachine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\nI sold a brick of white\nSmoked a nigga twice, you know I spit my life (ooh)\nAnd all my shit is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin'\nSmack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\nJoke about my face but your bitch love it\nMade six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\nMachine\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nYeah, yo, uh\nRollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\nNiggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\nSippin' Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring\nSee the heat steamin' out a large cup\nFurry white hat (yeah)\nUnder my wing is a yellow bag\nTiffany deuce deuces\nWe about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\nEvery bitch, I get 'em like, \"Nigga, that's my new shit\", no cap\nGuatemala, the powder is hard to follow\nWe up in Chase throwin' numbers like Cus D'Amato\nWith just a viral, then escape the Cabo, town\nGot a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\nYeah, uh, death to the dick-riders\nDeath to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\nFake love niggas give opinions with a complex\nThinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\nDestitute, that's what I saw before the decimals\nNow I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\nMy soul can't be sold or stole\nPeace be upon the prophet Mohammed, I embrace what he told\nThey say I couldn't do what I done and then got to it\nSo much money and I ain't even Jewish\nMeet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\nWe poundin' everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\nSing the hook\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, labeled me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.58] Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n[00:10.89] For real\n[00:13.05] CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n[00:15.49] My name is tatted on titties and asses\n[00:17.62] 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n[00:20.20] My passion took me past the pessimist, cash benifits\n[00:23.03] First class Emirates, impact megalithe\n[00:25.95] Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n[00:28.59] Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n[00:31.41] Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n[00:34.02] Y'all streams ain't really bees, I don't trust buzz\n[00:36.80] I'm your dream girl screen saver, kill the pussy, cremated\n[00:39.85] You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n[00:42.47] I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n[00:44.89] Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n[00:47.06] I ain't playin' peacemaker\n[00:48.28] My appearance makes me seem safer\n[00:50.32] Nah, for real though\n[00:52.00] I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n[00:54.65] Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though\n[00:56.96] Ran up another mill', ho, gracefully\n[00:58.89] Things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n[01:01.01] Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n[01:03.70] It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n[01:06.21] Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous, please\n[01:09.13] Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n[01:11.57] Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n[01:14.72] Rebel against the record biz, it's what I represent\n[01:17.26] 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n[01:19.79] Strange like Bellatrix\n[01:21.23] On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n[01:23.81] Make the head spins like an exorcist\n[01:25.89] I put the M's before my X like Mexican\n[01:28.65] Then I can invest in the love, Lee Stafford did\n[01:31.39] It's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest\n[01:34.00] Without ever sweatin', it's elegance but\n[01:36.57] Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n[01:38.64] 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin'\n[01:39.76] But root for me when I'm losin', it's confusin' (for real)\n[01:41.89] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:44.01] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:46.96] Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n[01:49.59] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:52.56] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:54.93] Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n[01:57.93] Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n[02:00.27] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[02:02.80] Look\n[02:04.00] I was the nigga that they counted out\n[02:05.70] Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n[02:08.47] They so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out\n[02:11.77] I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n[02:14.05] I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n[02:16.62] Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n[02:19.30] Mama did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone\n[02:21.87] Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n[02:24.70] Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n[02:27.20] You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n[02:29.91] Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n[02:32.62] Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to doctor Melfi (talk to 'em)\n[02:35.88] And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak\n[02:38.20] Went to the protest just to get a selfie\n[02:40.67] To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n[02:43.54] Yo, you a star, you're supposed to give us light\n[02:45.98] Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n[02:48.19] Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n[02:51.29] Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n[02:54.08] I sold a brick of white\n[02:55.10] Smoked a nigga twice, you know I spit my life (ooh)\n[02:56.99] And all my shit is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin'\n[02:59.59] Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n[03:02.58] Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n[03:04.46] Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n[03:07.96] Machine\n[03:08.00] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:10.28] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:13.28] Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n[03:15.78] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:18.83] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:21.12] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:24.17] Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n[03:26.60] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:28.49] Yeah, yo, uh\n[03:30.21] Rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n[03:32.83] Niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n[03:35.81] Sippin' Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring\n[03:38.45] See the heat steamin' out a large cup\n[03:40.52] Furry white hat (yeah)\n[03:41.94] Under my wing is a yellow bag\n[03:43.60] Tiffany deuce deuces\n[03:44.78] We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n[03:47.44] Every bitch, I get 'em like, \"Nigga, that's my new shit\", no cap\n[03:50.82] Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n[03:53.63] We up in Chase throwin' numbers like Cus D'Amato\n[03:56.51] With just a viral, then escape the Cabo, town\n[03:59.42] Got a 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cult followin' like Indianapolis\n  My passion took me past the pessimist, cash benifits\n  First class Emirates, impact megalithe\n  Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n  Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n  Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really bees, I don't trust buzz\n  I'm your dream girl screen saver, kill the pussy, cremated\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker\n  My appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though\n  Ran up another mill', ho, gracefully\n  Things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous, please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz, it's what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n  Strange like Bellatrix\n  On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  Make the head spins like an exorcist\n  I put the M's before my X like Mexican\n  Then I can invest in the love, Lee Stafford did\n  It's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest\n  Without ever sweatin', it's elegance but\n  Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin'\n  But root for me when I'm losin', it's confusin' (for real)\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Look\n  I was the nigga that they counted out\n  Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n  They so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out\n  I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  Mama did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to doctor Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak\n  Went to the protest just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Yo, you a star, you're supposed to give us light\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white\n  Smoked a nigga twice, you know I spit my life (ooh)\n  And all my shit is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin'\n  Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n  Machine\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Yeah, yo, uh\n  Rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n  Niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n  Sippin' Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring\n  See the heat steamin' out a large cup\n  Furry white hat (yeah)\n  Under my wing is a yellow bag\n  Tiffany deuce deuces\n  We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n  Every bitch, I get 'em like, \"Nigga, that's my new shit\", no cap\n  Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n  We up in Chase throwin' numbers like Cus D'Amato\n  With just a viral, then escape the Cabo, town\n  Got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n  Yeah, uh, death to the dick-riders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n  Destitute, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the prophet Mohammed, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done and then got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We poundin' everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n"},{"id":39097159,"name":"Distance (mit Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah)","trackName":"Distance (mit Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah)","artistName":"Russ","albumName":"CHOMP 2","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\nFor real\nCHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n\nMy name is tatted on titties and asses\n'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\nMy passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\nFirst class Emirates, impact megalith\nSet in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\nGot accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\nHaters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\nY'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\nI'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\nYou can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\nI live music, think big, yeah, I see major\nCross the line, you in extreme danger\nI ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\nNah, for real though (nah, for real though)\nI've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\nLot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\nGracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\nGettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\nIt's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\nTreat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\nSomeone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\nFuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\nRebel against the record biz is what I represent\n'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\nStrange like Bellatrix\nOn the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\nMake their heads spin like an Exorcist\nI put the Ms before my X like Mexican\nThen I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\nMovin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\nStruggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\nIt's confusin' (for real)\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nLook, I was the nigga that they counted out\nNow I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\nThey so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\nI let this water on my neck drown 'em out\nI show love to niggas that I was never shown\nContinuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\nMomma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\nTook that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\nMind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\nYou broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\nThinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\nFeelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\nAnd bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\nWent to the protests, just to get a selfie\nTo put it on your pages, post it for the likes\nDawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\nThem niggas stream well but mostly over hype\nThem numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\nMachine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\nI sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\nAnd all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\nSmack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\nJoke about my face but your bitch love it\nMade six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\nMachine, bitch\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nYeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\nYou niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\nSippin' macchiato, Starbucks\nPinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\nFurry white hat (yeah)\nUnder my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\nWe about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\nEvery bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\nGuatemala, the powder is hard to follow\nWe up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\nWith just a viral, then escape to Cabo\nTown, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\nYeah, uh, death to the dickriders\nDeath to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\nFake love niggas give opinions with a complex\nThinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\nDeath or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\nNow I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\nMy soul can't be sold or stole\nPeace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\nThey say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\nSo much money and I ain't even Jewish\nMeet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\nWe pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\nSing the hook\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.24] Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n[00:11.38] For real\n[00:12.94] CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n[00:15.58] My name is tatted on titties and asses\n[00:17.85] 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n[00:20.54] My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n[00:23.49] First class Emirates, impact megalith\n[00:26.19] Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n[00:28.95] Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n[00:31.64] Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n[00:34.11] Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n[00:37.23] I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n[00:40.56] You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n[00:42.65] I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n[00:45.15] Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n[00:47.20] I ain't playin' peacemaker, my 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ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n[03:40.91] Furry white hat (yeah)\n[03:41.82] Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n[03:45.00] We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n[03:47.73] Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n[03:51.35] Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n[03:53.80] We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n[03:56.72] With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n[03:58.92] Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n[04:02.15] Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n[04:04.82] Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n[04:07.56] Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n[04:10.00] Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n[04:12.89] Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n[04:15.45] Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n[04:18.38] My soul can't be sold or stole\n[04:19.89] Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I 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needed methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n  Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  Made six hunnid this month 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Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\n  Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on 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does\n[00:28.95] Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n[00:31.67] Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n[00:34.13] Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n[00:37.22] I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n[00:40.53] You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n[00:42.62] I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n[00:45.17] Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n[00:47.23] I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n[00:50.64] Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n[00:51.94] I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n[00:54.79] Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n[00:58.56] Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n[01:01.29] Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n[01:03.95] It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n[01:06.59] Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n[01:09.37] Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n[01:11.98] Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n[01:14.68] Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n[01:17.40] 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n[01:20.24] Strange like Bellatrix\n[01:21.47] On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n[01:24.26] Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n[01:26.17] I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n[01:28.91] Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n[01:32.85] Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n[01:36.62] Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n[01:38.58] 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n[01:41.41] It's confusin' (for real)\n[01:41.85] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:44.38] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:46.93] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[01:49.80] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:52.55] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:55.06] Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n[01:57.92] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[02:00.49] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[02:02.97] Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n[02:05.89] Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n[02:08.62] They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n[02:12.00] I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n[02:14.33] I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n[02:16.90] Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n[02:19.56] Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n[02:22.02] Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n[02:25.03] Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n[02:27.45] You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n[02:30.31] Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n[02:33.01] Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n[02:35.65] And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n[02:38.30] Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n[02:41.14] To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n[02:43.52] Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n[02:46.27] Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n[02:48.21] Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n[02:51.53] Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n[02:54.22] I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n[02:57.23] And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n[03:00.12] Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n[03:02.75] Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n[03:04.88] Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n[03:08.01] Machine, bitch\n[03:08.29] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:10.69] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:13.45] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:16.04] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:18.79] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:21.25] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:24.11] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[03:26.70] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[03:28.55] Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n[03:32.63] You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n[03:35.72] Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n[03:37.85] Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n[03:40.99] Furry white hat (yeah)\n[03:41.85] Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n[03:45.09] We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n[03:47.74] Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n[03:51.34] Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n[03:53.90] We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n[03:56.79] With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n[03:58.95] Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n[04:02.14] Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n[04:04.81] Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n[04:07.54] Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n[04:10.06] Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n[04:12.86] Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n[04:15.46] Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n[04:18.00] My soul can't be sold or stole\n[04:19.87] Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n[04:23.51] They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n[04:26.09] So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n[04:28.27] Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n[04:30.78] We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n[04:33.47] Sing the hook\n[04:34.33] I went the distance without their assistance\n[04:37.03] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:39.67] Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n[04:42.36] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[04:45.15] I went the distance 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\"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\n  I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\n  Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your 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and pull a thousand out\n  I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  And 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\"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\n  I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\n  Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\n  Strange like Bellatrix\n  On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n  I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n  Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n  Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n  Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n  It's confusin' (for real)\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n  Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n  They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n  I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n  Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n  You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n  Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n  Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n  Furry white hat (yeah)\n  Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n  We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n  Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\n  Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n  We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n  With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n  Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n  Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\n  Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n"},{"id":24515317,"name":"Distance (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Conway the Machine)","trackName":"Distance (Feat. 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accepted apologies that I'm still owed\nLot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\nGracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\nGettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\nIt's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\nTreat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\nSomeone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\nFuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\nRebel against the record biz is what I represent\n'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\nStrange like Bellatrix\nOn the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\nMake their heads spin like an Exorcist\nI put the Ms before my X like Mexican\nThen I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\nMovin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\nStruggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\nIt's confusin' (for real)\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nLook, I was the nigga that they counted out\nNow I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\nThey so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\nI let this water on my neck drown 'em out\nI show love to niggas that I was never shown\nContinuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\nMomma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\nTook that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\nMind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\nYou broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\nThinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\nFeelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\nAnd bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\nWent to the protests, just to get a selfie\nTo put it on your pages, post it for the likes\nDawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\nThem niggas stream well but mostly over hype\nThem numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\nMachine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\nI sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\nAnd all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\nSmack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\nJoke about my face but your bitch love it\nMade six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\nMachine, bitch\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\n\nYeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\nYou niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\nSippin' macchiato, Starbucks\nPinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\nFurry white hat (yeah)\nUnder my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\nWe about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\nEvery bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\nGuatemala, the powder is hard to follow\nWe up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\nWith just a viral, then escape to Cabo\nTown, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\nYeah, uh, death to the dickriders\nDeath to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\nFake love niggas give opinions with a complex\nThinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\nDeath or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\nNow I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\nMy soul can't be sold or stole\nPeace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\nThey say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\nSo much money and I ain't even Jewish\nMeet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\nWe pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\nSing the hook\n\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nI went the distance without their assistance\nNow they're mad they missed on me\nThrough the resistance, label me a mischief\nNow they're mad they missed on me","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.24] Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n[00:11.33] For real\n[00:12.91] CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n[00:15.50] My name is tatted on titties and asses\n[00:17.81] 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n[00:20.53] My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n[00:23.47] First class Emirates, impact megalith\n[00:26.15] Set in 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famous please\n[01:09.34] Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n[01:11.97] Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n[01:14.65] Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n[01:17.49] 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n[01:20.29] Strange like Bellatrix\n[01:21.43] On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n[01:24.26] Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n[01:26.11] I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n[01:28.97] Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n[01:32.89] Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n[01:36.61] Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n[01:38.58] 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n[01:41.40] It's confusin' (for real)\n[01:41.85] I went the distance without their assistance\n[01:44.34] Now they're mad they missed on me\n[01:46.95] Through the resistance, label me a 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Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n[02:35.66] And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n[02:38.36] Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n[02:41.11] To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n[02:43.59] Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n[02:46.23] Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n[02:48.22] Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n[02:51.57] Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n[02:54.22] I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n[02:57.23] And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n[03:00.15] Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n[03:02.74] Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n[03:04.89] Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n[03:08.10] Machine, bitch\n[03:08.30] I went the distance without their assistance\n[03:10.67] Now they're mad they missed 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accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n  Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\n  I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\n  Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\n  Strange like Bellatrix\n  On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n  I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n  Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n  Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n  Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n  It's confusin' (for real)\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n  Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they 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Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n"},{"id":3679810,"name":"Distance (Feat. 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popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\nGracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\nGettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\nIt's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\nTreat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\nSomeone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\nFuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\nRebel against the record biz is what I represent\n'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\nStrange like Bellatrix\nOn the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\nMake their heads spin like an Exorcist\nI put the Ms before my X like Mexican\nThen I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\nMovin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\nStruggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\nIt's confusin' (for real)\n\nI went 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34130\n- text: Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n  start_ms: 34130\n  end_ms: 37220\n- text: I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  start_ms: 37220\n  end_ms: 40530\n- text: You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  start_ms: 40530\n  end_ms: 42620\n- text: I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  start_ms: 42620\n  end_ms: 45170\n- text: Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  start_ms: 45170\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 50640\n- text: Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  start_ms: 50640\n  end_ms: 51940\n- text: I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  start_ms: 51940\n  end_ms: 54790\n- text: Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n  start_ms: 54790\n  end_ms: 58560\n- text: Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  start_ms: 58560\n  end_ms: 61290\n- text: Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  start_ms: 61290\n  end_ms: 63950\n- text: It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  start_ms: 63950\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 69370\n- text: Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  start_ms: 69370\n  end_ms: 71980\n- text: Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  start_ms: 71980\n  end_ms: 74680\n- text: Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  start_ms: 74680\n  end_ms: 77400\n- text: '''Cause they gon'' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence'\n  start_ms: 77400\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: Strange like Bellatrix\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 81470\n- text: On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  start_ms: 81470\n  end_ms: 84260\n- text: Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n  start_ms: 84260\n  end_ms: 86170\n- text: I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n  start_ms: 86170\n  end_ms: 88910\n- text: Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n  start_ms: 88910\n  end_ms: 92850\n- text: Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n  start_ms: 92850\n  end_ms: 96620\n- text: Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  start_ms: 96620\n  end_ms: 98580\n- text: '''Cause y''all hate me when I''m winnin'' but root for me when I''m losin'''\n  start_ms: 98580\n  end_ms: 101410\n- text: It's confusin' (for real)\n  start_ms: 101410\n  end_ms: 101850\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 101850\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109800\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 109800\n  end_ms: 112550\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 112550\n  end_ms: 115060\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115060\n  end_ms: 117920\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 117920\n  end_ms: 120490\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 120490\n  end_ms: 122970\n- text: Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n  start_ms: 122970\n  end_ms: 125890\n- text: Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n  start_ms: 125890\n  end_ms: 128620\n- text: They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n  start_ms: 128620\n  end_ms: 132000\n- text: I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  start_ms: 132000\n  end_ms: 134330\n- text: I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  start_ms: 134330\n  end_ms: 136900\n- text: Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  start_ms: 136900\n  end_ms: 139560\n- text: Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n  start_ms: 139560\n  end_ms: 142020\n- text: Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n  start_ms: 142020\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 147450\n- text: You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  start_ms: 147450\n  end_ms: 150310\n- text: Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  start_ms: 150310\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155650\n- text: And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  start_ms: 155650\n  end_ms: 158300\n- text: Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  start_ms: 158300\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 163520\n- text: Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n  start_ms: 163520\n  end_ms: 166270\n- text: Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  start_ms: 166270\n  end_ms: 168210\n- text: Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  start_ms: 168210\n  end_ms: 171530\n- text: Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  start_ms: 171530\n  end_ms: 174220\n- text: I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  start_ms: 174220\n  end_ms: 177230\n- text: And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n  start_ms: 177230\n  end_ms: 180120\n- text: Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  start_ms: 180120\n  end_ms: 182750\n- text: Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  start_ms: 182750\n  end_ms: 184880\n- text: Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n  start_ms: 184880\n  end_ms: 188010\n- text: Machine, bitch\n  start_ms: 188010\n  end_ms: 188290\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 188290\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 196040\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 196040\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 201250\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 201250\n  end_ms: 204110\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 204110\n  end_ms: 206700\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 206700\n  end_ms: 208550\n- text: Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n  start_ms: 208550\n  end_ms: 212630\n- text: You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n  start_ms: 212630\n  end_ms: 215720\n- text: Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n  start_ms: 215720\n  end_ms: 217850\n- text: Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n  start_ms: 217850\n  end_ms: 220990\n- text: Furry white hat (yeah)\n  start_ms: 220990\n  end_ms: 221850\n- text: Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n  start_ms: 221850\n  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Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  start_ms: 252860\n  end_ms: 255460\n- text: Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  start_ms: 255460\n  end_ms: 258000\n- text: My soul can't be sold or stole\n  start_ms: 258000\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 263510\n- text: They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  start_ms: 263510\n  end_ms: 266090\n- text: So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  start_ms: 266090\n  end_ms: 268270\n- text: Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  start_ms: 268270\n  end_ms: 270780\n- text: We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  start_ms: 270780\n  end_ms: 273470\n- text: Sing the hook\n  start_ms: 273470\n  end_ms: 274330\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 274330\n  end_ms: 277030\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 277030\n  end_ms: 279670\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 279670\n  end_ms: 282360\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 282360\n  end_ms: 285150\n- text: I went the distance without their assistance\n  start_ms: 285150\n  end_ms: 287660\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 287660\n  end_ms: 290510\n- text: Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  start_ms: 290510\n  end_ms: 293070\n- text: Now they're mad they missed on me\n  start_ms: 293070\n  end_ms: 297680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 297680\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up\n  For real\n  CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only\n\n  My name is tatted on titties and asses\n  'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis\n  My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits\n  First class Emirates, impact megalith\n  Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does\n  Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?\n  Haters sayin', \"Fuck Russ\", women tryna fuck Russ\n  Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz\n\n  I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it\n  You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you\n  I live music, think big, yeah, I see major\n  Cross the line, you in extreme danger\n  I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer\n  Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)\n  I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed\n  Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho\n\n  Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me\n  Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me\n  It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie\n  Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please\n  Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president\n  Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it\n  Rebel against the record biz is what I represent\n  'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence\n\n  Strange like Bellatrix\n  On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list\n  Make their heads spin like an Exorcist\n  I put the Ms before my X like Mexican\n  Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence\n  Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but\n  Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?\n  'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'\n  It's confusin' (for real)\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Look, I was the nigga that they counted out\n  Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out\n  They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out\n  I let this water on my neck drown 'em out\n  I show love to niggas that I was never shown\n  Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home\n  Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone\n  Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone\n\n  Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me\n  You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?\n  Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak\n  Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)\n  And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak\n  Went to the protests, just to get a selfie\n  To put it on your pages, post it for the likes\n  Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light\n\n  Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype\n  Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light\n  Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right\n  I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)\n  And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)\n  Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'\n  Joke about my face but your bitch love it\n  Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it\n  Machine, bitch\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n\n  Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights\n  You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike\n  Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks\n  Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup\n  Furry white hat (yeah)\n  Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces\n  We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters\n  Every bitch I get, I'm like, \"Nigga, this my new shit\", no cap\n\n  Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow\n  We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato\n  With just a viral, then escape to Cabo\n  Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados\n  Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders\n  Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em\n  Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex\n  Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs\n\n  Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals\n  Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you\n  My soul can't be sold or stole\n  Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told\n  They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it\n  So much money and I ain't even Jewish\n  Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest\n  We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is\n  Sing the hook\n\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  I went the distance without their assistance\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n  Through the resistance, label me a mischief\n  Now they're mad they missed on me\n"}]