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They don't do shit\nHigh Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit\n\nBust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin' stretched\nRockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest\nLast year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest\nNow a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest\n\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a bitch would\nI wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n(DaBoii)\n\nCalifornia nigga and I'm heavy in these streets\nIf you don't keep a pole, how you ready when it's beef? (If you don't keep a pole?)\nLil' nigga think he cut, yeah, I bet the nigga freeze\nIf that nigga want me dead, I can't let that nigga breathe\n\nWant me gone? Send a shot, like the real kind\nThese niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\nThumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\nThey got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\nBut it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\nIf your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\nOne whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\nNew baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\nA lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\nWhy it's hard for me to smile? 'Cause I seen a lot\nYou ain't really in the field, you just Tweet a lot\nIf we ain't on the same page, you can kick a rock, bitch!\n\nAnd I been really tryna keep the peace\nBut I'm a north Vallejo nigga, and I'm heavy in the streets\n\nI was raised by my granny and the gangsters\nSo at eight I made the choice I'ma forever be a G, and\nI don't really like to talk\nI remember we was broke and I don't really like to walk, nigga\nNow I ride around in foreign cars\nAnd I put on for my team who was with me from the start, nigga\n\nI don't play games\nStitched lip, I don't say names\nShe want a dog, I'm a Great Dane\nI got great aim, Ice Age on my damn chain\nMy momma told me, \"Keep a stash for the damn rain\"\nThey ain't wanna see me win 'cause I'm Black\nSo I pulled up in that all black Benz in the back\n\nIf you need someone to call, I'm the man for the task\nYou ain't standin' for the cause, meet the man in the mask","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] (I am Killmonger)\n[00:01.49] No one's perfect\n[00:03.83] But no one's worthless\n[00:05.22] We ain't deservin' of everything Heaven and Earth is\n[00:07.97] But word is, good\n[00:09.82] (This is my home)\n[00:11.13] Said, no one's perfect\n[00:13.34] But no one's worth this\n[00:14.83] We ain't deservin' of everything heaven and Earth is\n[00:17.60] But word is, good\n[00:19.49] (Northern California)\n[00:22.19] Ayy, they better call a paramedic in the street\n[00:24.66] I got leverage in the street\n[00:26.06] I'm a California nigga and I'm heavy in the streets\n[00:28.73] .22 or .23, I'm heavy with the heat\n[00:31.14] Hit you with this chop, paramedics can't save you (can't save you)\n[00:33.74] Really in the field, c'mon, bro, I know that ain't you (no, it ain't you)\n[00:36.12] 2018, hell naw, I ain't gon' fade you, gon' paint you\n[00:39.27] TDE and SOB, we can't lose\n[00:40.98] Niggas bitch made, that's just somethin' I can't relate to (can't relate to)\n[00:43.60] Turn on the gang, that's just somethin' that I can't do (no, I can't do)\n[00:45.64] Fall out over a bitch, that's just somethin' that I can't do (no, I can't do)\n[00:48.50] Rip every beat I get on, I was made to (I was made to)\n[00:50.67] This Glock get to growlin', somethin' like a black panther\n[00:53.56] Tryna touch a mil', fuck sayin', \"Get yo' bands up\"\n[00:56.07] Fuckin' with the gang, yeah, I had to man up\n[00:58.17] One fist in the air, I ain't finna put my hands up, gang\n[01:00.73] I wish a nigga would\n[01:02.60] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:05.73] I wish a nigga would\n[01:07.50] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:10.62] I wish a bitch would\n[01:12.43] I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\n[01:15.55] I wish a nigga would\n[01:17.44] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:20.51] Got shooters tappin' in, nigga, for them bands, nigga\n[01:23.16] West Coast niggas; yeah, they blowin' fans, nigga\n[01:25.68] I know I'm the man, baby, bring your friends with you\n[01:28.06] Puttin' points up while you in the stands, nigga\n[01:30.79] But I be stuck in these streets, you in the background (ayy, ayy)\n[01:33.37] Ever since they took my brother, gotta pack rounds\n[01:35.75] Sorry, momma, two bails, took a bad route\n[01:38.38] I done got my bands up, a nigga stacked now\n[01:40.74] But we been still O.T. on that bullshit (on that bullshit)\n[01:43.32] I don't wanna have to do it, empty full clips (empty full clips)\n[01:45.82] Why these niggas talkin' robbin'? They don't do shit\n[01:47.98] High Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit\n[01:50.47] Bust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin' stretched\n[01:52.94] Rockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest\n[01:55.36] Last year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest\n[01:57.55] Now a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest\n[02:00.24] I wish a nigga would\n[02:02.00] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:05.16] I wish a nigga would\n[02:07.01] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:10.17] I wish a bitch would\n[02:11.83] I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\n[02:15.08] I wish a nigga would\n[02:16.81] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:19.64] (DaBoii)\n[02:20.12] California nigga and I'm heavy in these streets\n[02:22.21] If you don't keep a pole, how you ready when it's beef? (If you don't keep a pole?)\n[02:24.76] Lil' nigga think he cut, yeah, I bet the nigga freeze\n[02:27.16] If that nigga want me dead, I can't let that nigga breathe\n[02:30.25] Want me gone? Send a shot, like the real kind\n[02:32.51] These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n[02:35.18] Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n[02:37.43] They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n[02:40.20] But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n[02:42.63] If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n[02:44.72] One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n[02:47.27] New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n[02:49.99] A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n[02:52.50] Why it's hard for me to smile? 'Cause I seen a lot\n[02:54.91] You ain't really in the field, you just Tweet a lot\n[02:57.32] If we ain't on the same page, you can kick a rock, bitch!\n[03:00.02] And I been really tryna keep the peace\n[03:01.60] But I'm a north Vallejo nigga, and I'm heavy in the streets\n[03:04.29] I was raised by my granny and the gangsters\n[03:06.76] So at eight I made the choice I'ma forever be a G, and\n[03:09.86] I don't really like to talk\n[03:11.64] I remember we was broke and I don't really like to walk, nigga\n[03:14.41] Now I ride around in foreign cars\n[03:16.67] And I put on for my team who was with me from the start, nigga\n[03:19.51] I don't play games\n[03:20.32] Stitched lip, I don't say names\n[03:22.04] She want a dog, I'm a Great Dane\n[03:23.84] I got great aim, Ice Age on my damn chain\n[03:26.91] My momma told me, \"Keep a stash for the damn rain\"\n[03:29.65] They ain't wanna see me win 'cause I'm Black\n[03:31.48] So I pulled up in that all black Benz in the back\n[03:33.93] If you need someone to call, I'm the man for the task\n[03:36.46] You ain't standin' for the cause, meet the man in the mask\n[03:38.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Paramedic! 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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They don't do shit\n[01:47.98] High Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit\n[01:50.47] Bust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin' stretched\n[01:52.94] Rockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest\n[01:55.36] Last year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest\n[01:57.55] Now a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest\n[02:00.24] I wish a nigga would\n[02:02.00] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:05.16] I wish a nigga would\n[02:07.01] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:10.17] I wish a bitch would\n[02:11.83] I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\n[02:15.08] I wish a nigga would\n[02:16.81] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[02:19.64] (DaBoii)\n[02:20.12] California nigga and I'm heavy in these streets\n[02:22.21] If you don't keep a pole, how you ready when it's beef? 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They don't do shit\nHigh Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit\n\nBust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin' stretched\nRockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest\nLast year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest\nNow a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest\n\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a bitch would\nI wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n(DaBoii)\n\nCalifornia nigga and I'm heavy in these streets\nIf you don't keep a pole, how you ready when it's beef? (If you don't keep a pole?)\nLil' nigga think he cut, yeah, I bet the nigga freeze\nIf that nigga want me dead, I can't let that nigga breathe\n\nWant me gone? Send a shot, like the real kind\nThese niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\nThumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\nThey got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\nBut it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\nIf your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\nOne whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\nNew baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\nA lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\nWhy it's hard for me to smile? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\nThese niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\nThumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\nThey got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\nBut it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\nIf your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\nOne whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\nNew baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\nA lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\nWhy it's hard for me to smile? 'Cause I seen a lot\nYou ain't really in the field, you just Tweet a lot\nIf we ain't on the same page, you can kick a rock, bitch!\n\nAnd I been really tryna keep the peace\nBut I'm a north Vallejo nigga, and I'm heavy in the streets\n\nI was raised by my granny and the gangsters\nSo at eight I made the choice I'ma forever be a G, and\nI don't really like to talk\nI remember we was broke and I don't really like to walk, nigga\nNow I ride around in foreign cars\nAnd I put on for my team who was with me from the start, nigga\n\nI don't play games\nStitched lip, I don't say names\nShe want a dog, I'm a Great Dane\nI got great aim, Ice Age on my damn chain\nMy momma told me, \"Keep a stash for the damn rain\"\nThey ain't wanna see me win 'cause I'm Black\nSo I pulled up in that all black Benz in the back\n\nIf you need someone to call, I'm the man for the task\nYou ain't standin' for the cause, meet the man in the mask","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] (I am Killmonger)\n[00:01.49] No one's perfect\n[00:03.83] But no one's worthless\n[00:05.22] We ain't deservin' of everything Heaven and Earth is\n[00:07.97] But word is, good\n[00:09.82] (This is my home)\n[00:11.13] Said, no one's perfect\n[00:13.34] But no one's worth this\n[00:14.83] We ain't deservin' of everything heaven and Earth is\n[00:17.60] But word is, good\n[00:19.49] (Northern California)\n[00:22.19] Ayy, they better call a paramedic in the street\n[00:24.66] I got leverage in the street\n[00:26.06] I'm a California nigga and I'm heavy in the streets\n[00:28.73] .22 or .23, I'm heavy with the heat\n[00:31.14] Hit you with this chop, paramedics can't save you (can't save you)\n[00:33.74] Really in the field, c'mon, bro, I know that ain't you (no, it ain't you)\n[00:36.12] 2018, hell naw, I ain't gon' fade you, gon' paint you\n[00:39.27] TDE and SOB, we can't lose\n[00:40.98] Niggas bitch made, that's just somethin' I can't relate to (can't relate to)\n[00:43.60] Turn on the gang, that's just somethin' that I can't do (no, I can't do)\n[00:45.64] Fall out over a bitch, that's just somethin' that I can't do (no, I can't do)\n[00:48.50] Rip every beat I get on, I was made to (I was made to)\n[00:50.67] This Glock get to growlin', somethin' like a black panther\n[00:53.56] Tryna touch a mil', fuck sayin', \"Get yo' bands up\"\n[00:56.07] Fuckin' with the gang, yeah, I had to man up\n[00:58.17] One fist in the air, I ain't finna put my hands up, gang\n[01:00.73] I wish a nigga would\n[01:02.60] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:05.73] I wish a nigga would\n[01:07.50] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:10.62] I wish a bitch would\n[01:12.43] I wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\n[01:15.55] I wish a nigga would\n[01:17.44] I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n[01:20.51] Got shooters tappin' in, nigga, for them bands, nigga\n[01:23.16] West Coast niggas; yeah, they blowin' fans, nigga\n[01:25.68] I know I'm the man, baby, bring your friends with you\n[01:28.06] Puttin' points up while you in the stands, nigga\n[01:30.79] But I be stuck in these streets, you in the background (ayy, ayy)\n[01:33.37] Ever since they took my brother, gotta pack rounds\n[01:35.75] Sorry, momma, two bails, took a bad route\n[01:38.38] I done got my bands up, a nigga stacked now\n[01:40.74] But we been still O.T. on that bullshit (on that bullshit)\n[01:43.32] I don't wanna have to do it, empty full clips (empty full clips)\n[01:45.82] Why these niggas talkin' robbin'? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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Send a shot, like the real kind\n  These niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\n  Thumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\n  They got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\n  But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\n  If your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\n  One whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\n  New baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\n  A lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\n  Why it's hard for me to smile? 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They don't do shit\nHigh Cali niggas tapped in, we'll cook shit\n\nBust down on my neck, niggas reach, gettin' stretched\nRockin' with this TEC, niggas better wear a vest\nLast year, I was broke, young nigga in the Crest\nNow a show 20 or better, broke niggas keep the rest\n\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\nI wish a bitch would\nI wish a bitch would, I wish a bitch would\nI wish a nigga would\nI wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would\n(DaBoii)\n\nCalifornia nigga and I'm heavy in these streets\nIf you don't keep a pole, how you ready when it's beef? (If you don't keep a pole?)\nLil' nigga think he cut, yeah, I bet the nigga freeze\nIf that nigga want me dead, I can't let that nigga breathe\n\nWant me gone? Send a shot, like the real kind\nThese niggas actin' like they tough, when they real kind\nThumbin' through a hunnid racks just to kill time\nThey got a nigga at the edge, but I feel fine\nBut it come with this shit, I'm okay with it\nIf your mans to his last, share a plate wit' 'em\nOne whole wood to the neck, it's an eighth in it\nNew baby chop, let it sing, it's a Drake, nigga\n\nA lot of shit on my mind make me think a lot\nWhy it's hard for me to smile? 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