[{"id":31896292,"name":"Misfit","trackName":"Misfit","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"The Coldest","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(MIA JAY C)\nHa\nNah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)\nHa (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick (ayy)\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\nToo rich to go on drills, so I send hits (ha)\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks (nah)\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (no, I don't)\nI really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)\nI ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit\nAin't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit ('cause my wrist)\nThis ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)\nMy bitch came with a bitch, my Drac' came with a kit (ha, baow)\nI got like a hundred thousand in Amiris, ha (ha)\nNigga, I won't let a stylist get near me (ha)\nI don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\nThem boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me, ha (ha)\nI got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (no cap)\nI rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (no cap)\nThese ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (ha)\nThese Chrome, nigga, ha (ha)\nI'm young, but my money grown, nigga (ha, no cap)\nTemper short, but my money long, nigga (no cap)\nYou ain't no real P, you are no hitter (ha)\nI tell my young nigga, \"Go,\" he gon' go get him (go get him)\nPut a switch on the whip, hit like four niggas (brrt)\nNigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('cause I know killers)\nNiggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (ayy)\nI'll get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla (ha)\nYou can only hang with me if you spin shit (on the gang)\nNigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit (on the gang)\nAll my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (on the gang)\nWe spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (ha)\nAyy, I just got rich, my old niggas been rich (ha)\nMan, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (ha)\nI'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (ha)\nDollar got a road down the way, he let me send shit (he let me send shit)\nPeace to the Gods (peace to the Gods)\nI got shot one time and three niggas died (ha)\nI cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd (ha)\nSome shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave it up to God)\nI'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (ha)\nI'm the truth nigga, these niggas lyin' (lyin)\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas dyin'? (Dyin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\nMy nigga slide by hisself, he shootin' and drivin' (ha)\nUh, ayy\nNiggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (ha)\nI let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they day ages ('cause they day ages)\nI don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\" I say, \"Stay dangerous\"\nRich as fuck, nigga (ha), wish me luck, nigga, ayy (ha)\nMan, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga (sick as fuck, nigga)\nAnd fuck the dead opps, dig him up, nigga (dig him up, nigga)\nHa\nUh, gang, ayy\nDon't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\nI just bought some new Glocks with my pay slip\nStandin' over him like-, take that, take that\nLil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\nPlus he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\nGot a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash up\nCouple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck\nAnd it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\nBack in, skull shit, new switches make 'em fall quick\nWe go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\nIf they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz\n.40 ringin', he got FaceTime, they wish that call missed\nFrom Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\nGot blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club\nHe think he steppin', how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\nBitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in my blood, bitch\nHa, every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\nToo rich to go on drill, so I send hits\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\nI really spent like ten thousand on this fit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Misfit\n  artist: Skilla Baby\n  album: The Coldest\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (MIA JAY C)\n  Ha\n  Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)\n  Ha (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)\n  In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick (ayy)\n  I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)\n  I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\n  Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits (ha)\n  If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks (nah)\n  I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (no, I don't)\n  I really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)\n  I ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit\n  Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit ('cause my wrist)\n  This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)\n  My bitch came with a bitch, my Drac' came with a kit (ha, baow)\n  I got like a hundred thousand in Amiris, ha (ha)\n  Nigga, I won't let a stylist get near me (ha)\n  I don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\n  Them boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me, ha (ha)\n  I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (no cap)\n  I rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (no cap)\n  These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (ha)\n  These Chrome, nigga, ha (ha)\n  I'm young, but my money grown, nigga (ha, no cap)\n  Temper short, but my money long, nigga (no cap)\n  You ain't no real P, you are no hitter (ha)\n  I tell my young nigga, \"Go,\" he gon' go get him (go get him)\n  Put a switch on the whip, hit like four niggas (brrt)\n  Nigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('cause I know killers)\n  Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (ayy)\n  I'll get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla (ha)\n  You can only hang with me if you spin shit (on the gang)\n  Nigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit (on the gang)\n  All my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (on the gang)\n  We spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (ha)\n  Ayy, I just got rich, my old niggas been rich (ha)\n  Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (ha)\n  I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (ha)\n  Dollar got a road down the way, he let me send shit (he let me send shit)\n  Peace to the Gods (peace to the Gods)\n  I got shot one time and three niggas died (ha)\n  I cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd (ha)\n  Some shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave it up to God)\n  I'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (ha)\n  I'm the truth nigga, these niggas lyin' (lyin)\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas dyin'? (Dyin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\n  My nigga slide by hisself, he shootin' and drivin' (ha)\n  Uh, ayy\n  Niggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (ha)\n  I let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they day ages ('cause they day ages)\n  I don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\" I say, \"Stay dangerous\"\n  Rich as fuck, nigga (ha), wish me luck, nigga, ayy (ha)\n  Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga (sick as fuck, nigga)\n  And fuck the dead opps, dig him up, nigga (dig him up, nigga)\n  Ha\n  Uh, gang, ayy\n  Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\n  I just bought some new Glocks with my pay slip\n  Standin' over him like-, take that, take that\n  Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\n  Plus he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\n  Got a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash up\n  Couple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck\n  And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\n  Back in, skull shit, new switches make 'em fall quick\n  We go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\n  If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz\n  .40 ringin', he got FaceTime, they wish that call missed\n  From Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\n  Got blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club\n  He think he steppin', how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\n  Bitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in my blood, bitch\n  Ha, every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha)\n  In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick\n  I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\n  I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\n  Too rich to go on drill, so I send hits\n  If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks\n  I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\n  I really spent like ten thousand on this fit\n"},{"id":23612737,"name":"Misfit","trackName":"Misfit","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"The Coldest","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(MIA JAY C)\nHa\nNah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)\nHa (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick (ayy)\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\nToo rich to go on drills, so I send hits (ha)\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks (nah)\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (no, I don't)\nI really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)\nI ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit\nAin't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit ('cause my wrist)\nThis ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)\nMy bitch came with a bitch, my Drac' came with a kit (ha, baow)\nI got like a hundred thousand in Amiris, ha (ha)\nNigga, I won't let a stylist get near me (ha)\nI don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\nThem boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me, ha (ha)\nI got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (no cap)\nI rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (no cap)\nThese ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (ha)\nThese Chrome, nigga, ha (ha)\nI'm young, but my money grown, nigga (ha, no cap)\nTemper short, but my money long, nigga (no cap)\nYou ain't no real P, you are no hitter (ha)\nI tell my young nigga, \"Go,\" he gon' go get him (go get him)\nPut a switch on the whip, hit like four niggas (brrt)\nNigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('cause I know killers)\nNiggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (ayy)\nI'll get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla (ha)\nYou can only hang with me if you spin shit (on the gang)\nNigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit (on the gang)\nAll my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (on the gang)\nWe spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (ha)\nAyy, I just got rich, my old niggas been rich (ha)\nMan, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (ha)\nI'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (ha)\nDollar got a road down the way, he let me send shit (he let me send shit)\nPeace to the Gods (peace to the Gods)\nI got shot one time and three niggas died (ha)\nI cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd (ha)\nSome shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave it up to God)\nI'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (ha)\nI'm the truth nigga, these niggas lyin' (lyin)\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas dyin'? (Dyin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\nMy nigga slide by hisself, he shootin' and drivin' (ha)\nUh, ayy\nNiggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (ha)\nI let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they day ages ('cause they day ages)\nI don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\" I say, \"Stay dangerous\"\nRich as fuck, nigga (ha), wish me luck, nigga, ayy (ha)\nMan, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga (sick as fuck, nigga)\nAnd fuck the dead opps, dig him up, nigga (dig him up, nigga)\nHa\nUh, gang, ayy\nDon't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\nI just bought some new Glocks with my pay slip\nStandin' over him like-, take that, take that\nLil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\nPlus he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\nGot a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash up\nCouple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck\nAnd it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\nBack in, skull shit, new switches make 'em fall quick\nWe go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\nIf they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz\n.40 ringin', he got FaceTime, they wish that call missed\nFrom Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\nGot blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club\nHe think he steppin', how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\nBitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in my blood, bitch\nHa, every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\nToo rich to go on drill, so I send hits\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\nI really spent like ten thousand on this fit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Misfit\n  artist: Skilla Baby\n  album: The Coldest\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (MIA JAY C)\n  Ha\n  Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)\n  Ha (ha), every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha, no cap)\n  In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick (ayy)\n  I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)\n  I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\n  Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits (ha)\n  If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks (nah)\n  I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (no, I don't)\n  I really spent like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)\n  I ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit\n  Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit ('cause my wrist)\n  This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (no cap)\n  My bitch came with a bitch, my Drac' came with a kit (ha, baow)\n  I got like a hundred thousand in Amiris, ha (ha)\n  Nigga, I won't let a stylist get near me (ha)\n  I don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\n  Them boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me, ha (ha)\n  I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (no cap)\n  I rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (no cap)\n  These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (ha)\n  These Chrome, nigga, ha (ha)\n  I'm young, but my money grown, nigga (ha, no cap)\n  Temper short, but my money long, nigga (no cap)\n  You ain't no real P, you are no hitter (ha)\n  I tell my young nigga, \"Go,\" he gon' go get him (go get him)\n  Put a switch on the whip, hit like four niggas (brrt)\n  Nigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('cause I know killers)\n  Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (ayy)\n  I'll get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla (ha)\n  You can only hang with me if you spin shit (on the gang)\n  Nigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit (on the gang)\n  All my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (on the gang)\n  We spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (ha)\n  Ayy, I just got rich, my old niggas been rich (ha)\n  Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (ha)\n  I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (ha)\n  Dollar got a road down the way, he let me send shit (he let me send shit)\n  Peace to the Gods (peace to the Gods)\n  I got shot one time and three niggas died (ha)\n  I cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd (ha)\n  Some shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave it up to God)\n  I'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (ha)\n  I'm the truth nigga, these niggas lyin' (lyin)\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas dyin'? (Dyin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\n  My nigga slide by hisself, he shootin' and drivin' (ha)\n  Uh, ayy\n  Niggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (ha)\n  I let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they day ages ('cause they day ages)\n  I don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\" I say, \"Stay dangerous\"\n  Rich as fuck, nigga (ha), wish me luck, nigga, ayy (ha)\n  Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga (sick as fuck, nigga)\n  And fuck the dead opps, dig him up, nigga (dig him up, nigga)\n  Ha\n  Uh, gang, ayy\n  Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\n  I just bought some new Glocks with my pay slip\n  Standin' over him like-, take that, take that\n  Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\n  Plus he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\n  Got a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash up\n  Couple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck\n  And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\n  Back in, skull shit, new switches make 'em fall quick\n  We go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\n  If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz\n  .40 ringin', he got FaceTime, they wish that call missed\n  From Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\n  Got blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club\n  He think he steppin', how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\n  Bitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in my blood, bitch\n  Ha, every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (ha)\n  In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick\n  I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\n  I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)\n  Too rich to go on drill, so I send hits\n  If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks\n  I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\n  I really spent like ten thousand on this fit\n"},{"id":36655308,"name":"Misfit (feat. Polo G)","trackName":"Misfit (feat. Polo G)","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"The Coldest","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(MIA JAY C)\nHuh\nNo, for real (MIA JAY C)\nHuh\n\nEvery time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip niggas (Huh, no cap)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick, nigga (Ayy)\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (Ayy)\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich, nigga (Huh)\nToo rich to go on drills, so I send hits (Huh)\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks, nigga (No)\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (No, I don't)\nI really spent like ten thousand on this 'fit (No cap)\n\nI ain't gon' lie, lately, I been on my Ricky shit (Phew)\nAin't gotta turn the lights on 'cause\nMy wrist lit ('Cause my wrist lit)\nThis ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (No cap)\nMy blick came with a beam, my Drac' came with a kit (Huh, baow)\nI got like a hundred thousand in 'Miris (Huh, huh)\nNigga, I wouldn't let a stylist get near me (Huh)\nI don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\n\nThem boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me (Huh, huh)\nI got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, huh (No cap)\nI rapped about my whole outfit on a song, huh (No cap)\nThese ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (Huh)\nThese chrome, nigga (Huh, huh)\nI'm young, but my money grown, nigga (No cap)\nTemper short, but my money long, nigga (No cap)\nYou ain't no real P, you don't know Hitter (Huh)\nI tell my young nigga go, he gon' go get 'em (He gon' go get 'em)\nPut a switch on a whip, hit like four niggas (Frrt)\n\nI don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('Cause I know killers)\n\nNiggas always talkin' shit that don't know Steely (Ayy)\n\nI'll get a nigga killed tomorrow like GloRilla (Huh)\nYou can only hang with me if you spin shit (On the gang)\n\nAll my ice water, I do trim shit (On the gang)\n\nAll my money blue, all my hoes swim, Dick (On the gang)\nWhen you spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (Ayy, huh)\n\nI just got rich, my old nigga been rich (Huh)\n\nMan, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (Huh)\n\nI'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Huh)\nDolla got a roll down the way, he let\nMe send shit (He let me send shit)\n\nPeace to the guys (Peace to the guys)\nI got shot one time and three niggas died (Huh)\n\nI cut everybody off that keep bein' odd (Huh)\nSome shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave up to God)\nI'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (Huh)\nI'm the truth, lil' nigga, these niggas lyin' (Lyin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\nIf I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\nMy nigga slide by himself, he shot and then drivin' (Huh)\n\nHuh, ayy\n\nNiggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (Huh)\nI let my lil' niggas slide 'cause they they ages (They they ages)\nI don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\"\nI say, \"Stay dangerous\" (Dangerous)\nRichest nigga in the city (Huh), wish me luck, ayy (Huh)\nMan, I got the other side sick as fuck, huh (Sick as fuck)\nAnd fuck the dead opps, dig 'em up (Dig 'em up)\n\nHuh, gang, ayy\nDon't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\n\nI just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck\nBendin' over him like, \"Nigga, take that\" (Take that)\nLil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\n'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\nGot a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash tucked\nCouple opps been goin' missing, I think they got bad luck\nAnd it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\n\nBackyards dog shit, them switches make him fall quick\nWe gon' run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\nIf they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blick\nForty ringin', he got FaceTimed, they wish they call missed\nFrom Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\nGot blicks on us mean-muggin' while we in the club\n\nHe think he steppin' how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\n\nBitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in the blood\n\nHuh, every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip niggas (Huh)\nIn the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick, nigga\nI ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\nI fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich, nigga (Huh)\nToo rich to go on drills, so I send hits\nIf rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks, nigga\nI don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\nI really spent like ten thousand on this 'fit","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.97] (MIA JAY C)\n[00:09.85] Huh\n[00:14.84] No, for real (MIA JAY C)\n[00:20.02] Huh\n[00:20.75] Every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip niggas (Huh, no cap)\n[00:23.20] In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick, nigga (Ayy)\n[00:25.88] I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (Ayy)\n[00:27.86] I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich, nigga (Huh)\n[00:30.98] Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits (Huh)\n[00:33.34] If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks, nigga (No)\n[00:36.18] I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (No, I don't)\n[00:38.42] I really spent like ten thousand on this 'fit (No cap)\n[00:41.05] I ain't gon' lie, lately, I been on my Ricky shit (Phew)\n[00:43.56] Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause\n[00:45.01] My wrist lit ('Cause my wrist lit)\n[00:46.05] This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (No cap)\n[00:48.35] My blick came with a beam, my Drac' came with a kit (Huh, baow)\n[00:51.23] I got like a hundred thousand in 'Miris (Huh, huh)\n[00:54.08] Nigga, I wouldn't let a stylist get near me (Huh)\n[00:56.14] I don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\n[00:58.49] Them boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me (Huh, huh)\n[01:01.42] I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, huh (No cap)\n[01:03.94] I rapped about my whole outfit on a song, huh (No cap)\n[01:06.28] These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (Huh)\n[01:09.25] These chrome, nigga (Huh, huh)\n[01:11.83] I'm young, but my money grown, nigga (No cap)\n[01:14.33] Temper short, but my money long, nigga (No cap)\n[01:16.79] You ain't no real P, you don't know Hitter (Huh)\n[01:19.36] I tell my young nigga go, he gon' go get 'em (He gon' go get 'em)\n[01:22.05] Put a switch on a whip, hit like four niggas (Frrt)\n[01:24.87] I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('Cause I know killers)\n[01:27.32] Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Steely (Ayy)\n[01:29.31] I'll get a nigga killed tomorrow like GloRilla (Huh)\n[01:32.21] You can only hang with me if you spin shit (On the gang)\n[01:35.04] All my ice water, I do trim shit (On the gang)\n[01:37.26] All my money blue, all my hoes swim, Dick (On the gang)\n[01:39.52] When you spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (Ayy, huh)\n[01:42.32] I just got rich, my old nigga been rich (Huh)\n[01:44.93] Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (Huh)\n[01:47.51] I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Huh)\n[01:49.77] Dolla got a roll down the way, he let\n[01:51.42] Me send shit (He let me send shit)\n[01:52.63] Peace to the guys (Peace to the guys)\n[01:53.93] I got shot one time and three niggas died (Huh)\n[01:56.48] I cut everybody off that keep bein' odd (Huh)\n[01:59.05] Some shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave up to God)\n[02:01.49] I'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (Huh)\n[02:04.14] I'm the truth, lil' nigga, these niggas lyin' (Lyin')\n[02:06.79] If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n[02:09.27] If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n[02:11.78] If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\n[02:14.38] If I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\n[02:16.70] My nigga slide by himself, he shot and then drivin' (Huh)\n[02:22.33] Huh, ayy\n[02:23.57] Niggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (Huh)\n[02:25.66] I let my lil' niggas slide 'cause they they ages (They they ages)\n[02:28.06] I don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\"\n[02:29.61] I say, \"Stay dangerous\" (Dangerous)\n[02:30.84] Richest nigga in the city (Huh), wish me luck, ayy (Huh)\n[02:33.42] Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, huh (Sick as fuck)\n[02:35.98] And fuck the dead opps, dig 'em up (Dig 'em up)\n[02:40.42] Huh, gang, ayy\n[02:43.75] Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\n[02:46.38] I just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck\n[02:48.33] Bendin' over him like, \"Nigga, take that\" (Take that)\n[02:50.59] Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\n[02:53.25] 'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\n[02:55.86] Got a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash tucked\n[02:58.31] Couple opps been goin' missing, I think they got bad luck\n[03:00.98] And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\n[03:03.57] Backyards dog shit, them switches make him fall quick\n[03:06.09] We gon' run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\n[03:08.61] If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blick\n[03:11.10] Forty ringin', he got FaceTimed, they wish they call missed\n[03:13.52] From Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\n[03:16.19] Got blicks on us mean-muggin' while we in the club\n[03:18.66] He think he steppin' how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\n[03:21.22] Bitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in the blood\n[03:23.83] Huh, every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip niggas (Huh)\n[03:27.15] In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick, nigga\n[03:29.70] I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\n[03:31.71] I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich, nigga (Huh)\n[03:34.74] Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits\n[03:37.10] If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks, nigga\n[03:39.84] I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\n[03:42.22] I really spent like ten thousand on this 'fit\n[03:54.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Misfit (feat. 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been on my Ricky shit (Phew)\n  Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause\n  My wrist lit ('Cause my wrist lit)\n  This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (No cap)\n  My blick came with a beam, my Drac' came with a kit (Huh, baow)\n  I got like a hundred thousand in 'Miris (Huh, huh)\n  Nigga, I wouldn't let a stylist get near me (Huh)\n  I don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me\n\n  Them boys only on the 'Gram tryna DM me (Huh, huh)\n  I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, huh (No cap)\n  I rapped about my whole outfit on a song, huh (No cap)\n  These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (Huh)\n  These chrome, nigga (Huh, huh)\n  I'm young, but my money grown, nigga (No cap)\n  Temper short, but my money long, nigga (No cap)\n  You ain't no real P, you don't know Hitter (Huh)\n  I tell my young nigga go, he gon' go get 'em (He gon' go get 'em)\n  Put a switch on a whip, hit like four niggas (Frrt)\n\n  I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('Cause I know killers)\n\n  Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Steely (Ayy)\n\n  I'll get a nigga killed tomorrow like GloRilla (Huh)\n  You can only hang with me if you spin shit (On the gang)\n\n  All my ice water, I do trim shit (On the gang)\n\n  All my money blue, all my hoes swim, Dick (On the gang)\n  When you spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (Ayy, huh)\n\n  I just got rich, my old nigga been rich (Huh)\n\n  Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (Huh)\n\n  I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Huh)\n  Dolla got a roll down the way, he let\n  Me send shit (He let me send shit)\n\n  Peace to the guys (Peace to the guys)\n  I got shot one time and three niggas died (Huh)\n\n  I cut everybody off that keep bein' odd (Huh)\n  Some shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave up to God)\n  I'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (Huh)\n  I'm the truth, lil' nigga, these niggas lyin' (Lyin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')\n  If I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')\n  My nigga slide by himself, he shot and then drivin' (Huh)\n\n  Huh, ayy\n\n  Niggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (Huh)\n  I let my lil' niggas slide 'cause they they ages (They they ages)\n  I don't tell my niggas, \"Stay safe,\"\n  I say, \"Stay dangerous\" (Dangerous)\n  Richest nigga in the city (Huh), wish me luck, ayy (Huh)\n  Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, huh (Sick as fuck)\n  And fuck the dead opps, dig 'em up (Dig 'em up)\n\n  Huh, gang, ayy\n  Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats\n\n  I just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck\n  Bendin' over him like, \"Nigga, take that\" (Take that)\n  Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet\n  'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'\n  Got a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash tucked\n  Couple opps been goin' missing, I think they got bad luck\n  And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us\n\n  Backyards dog shit, them switches make him fall quick\n  We gon' run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit\n  If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blick\n  Forty ringin', he got FaceTimed, they wish they call missed\n  From Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love\n  Got blicks on us mean-muggin' while we in the club\n\n  He think he steppin' how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs\n\n  Bitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in the blood\n\n  Huh, every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip niggas (Huh)\n  In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick, nigga\n  I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit\n  I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich, nigga (Huh)\n  Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits\n  If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks, nigga\n  I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit\n  I really spent like ten thousand on this 'fit\n"}]