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won't leave\nI'm strapped, I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped (trapped)\nThem boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)\nEvery time we spinned, somebody got tapped (tapped)\nMy lil' nigga thirteen and got hats (hats)\nNah, for real (nah, for real)\nThis how this shit go\nIt get real treacherous\nHa\nEvery time I leave the house, somebody tryna kill me (ha)\nOld niggas from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me (yeah)\nI'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building (ha)\nIf you ain't never been through shit, you not gon' feel me (I don't feel you)\nI done sold drop, been shot and shot at (at)\nI've been locked up, got got and got back (back)\nI done stood in the kitchen, watched my brother lock crack (ha)\nI done stayed in the trap, watched the fiends cop tax (ha)\nDope fiends (fiends), coke, lean\nLil' niggas from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen (fah)\nAll they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese (nah)\nI'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\nI'm strapped (strapped), I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped (trapped)\nThem boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)\nEvery time we spinned, somebody got tapped (fah)\nMy lil' nigga thirteen and got hats (ha)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Trapped\n  artist: Skilla Baby\n  album: The Coldest\n  duration_ms: 127000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ha\n  All the money in the world can't replace my niggas, for real\n  Ha\n  Man, I'm like two million up (up) and that shit still ain't enough\n  When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck (fah)\n  But I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a fuck (ha)\n  My lil' cousins love me, I can't let them see me givin' up (uh-uh)\n  Always got good grades in school, still played the fool (played the fool)\n  When them niggas made they move, you know me, I played it cool\n  Niggas playin' both sides, I don't never make 'em choose (uh-uh)\n  All these trophies on my neck, they can never say I lose, ha\n  Dope fiends (fiends), coke, lean\n  Lil' niggas from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen (fah)\n  All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese (baow)\n  I'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\n  I'm strapped, I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped (trapped)\n  Them boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)\n  Every time we spinned, somebody got tapped (tapped)\n  My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats (hats)\n  Nah, for real (nah, for real)\n  This how this shit go\n  It get real treacherous\n  Ha\n  Every time I leave the house, somebody tryna kill me (ha)\n  Old niggas from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me (yeah)\n  I'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building (ha)\n  If you ain't never been through shit, you not gon' feel me (I don't feel you)\n  I done sold drop, been shot and shot at (at)\n  I've been locked up, got got and got back (back)\n  I done stood in the kitchen, watched my brother lock crack (ha)\n  I done stayed in the trap, watched the fiends cop tax (ha)\n  Dope fiends (fiends), coke, lean\n  Lil' niggas from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen (fah)\n  All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese (nah)\n  I'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\n  I'm strapped (strapped), I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped (trapped)\n  Them boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)\n  Every time we spinned, somebody got tapped (fah)\n  My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats (ha)\n"},{"id":36859547,"name":"Trapped","trackName":"Trapped","artistName":"Skilla Baby","albumName":"The Coldest (Deluxe)","duration":127.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha\nAll the money in the world can't replace my niggas, for real\nHa\nMan, I'm like two million up (up) and that shit still ain't enough\nWhen I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck (fah)\nBut I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a 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All the money in the world can't replace my niggas, for real\n  Ha\n  Man, I'm like two million up (up) and that shit still ain't enough\n  When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck (fah)\n  But I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a fuck (ha)\n  My lil' cousins love me, I can't let them see me givin' up (uh-uh)\n  Always got good grades in school, still played the fool (played the fool)\n  When them niggas made they move, you know me, I played it cool\n  Niggas playin' both sides, I don't never make 'em choose (uh-uh)\n  All these trophies on my neck, they can never say I lose, ha\n  Dope fiends (fiends), coke, lean\n  Lil' niggas from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen (fah)\n  All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese (baow)\n  I'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\n  I'm strapped, I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped (trapped)\n  Them boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)\n  Every time we spinned, 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Every time I leave the house, somebody tryna kill me\nOld nigga from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me\nI'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building\nIf you ain't never been through shit, you not gon' feel me\nI done sold dope, been shot, and shot Act'\nI been locked up, got got, and got back\nI done stood in the kitchen, watched my brother lock Glocks\nI done stayed in the trap, watched the feds cop tats, huh\n\nDope fiends\nLil' nigga from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen\nAll they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese\nI'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\nI'm strapped\nI won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped\nThem boys shot at us, we went got back\nEvery time we spin, somebody got tapped\nMy lil' nigga thirteen and got hats","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Huh?\n[00:06.51] All the money in the world can't replace my niggas\n[00:10.15] Huh?\n[00:10.84] Man, I'm like two million up and that shit still ain't enough\n[00:13.78] When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck\n[00:16.55] But I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a fuck\n[00:19.30] My lil' cousins love me, I can't let them see me givin' up\n[00:22.02] Always got good grades in school, still played the fool\n[00:24.98] When them niggas made they move, you know me, I played it cool\n[00:28.03] Niggas playin' both sides, I don't never make 'em choose\n[00:30.58] All these trophies on my neck, they could never say I lose, huh\n[00:33.66] Dope fiends\n[00:36.13] Lil' nigga from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen\n[00:38.97] All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese\n[00:41.57] I'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\n[00:44.95] I'm strapped\n[00:46.36] I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped\n[00:49.06] Them boys shot at us, we went got back\n[00:51.95] Every time we spin, somebody got tapped\n[00:54.56] My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats\n[00:57.72] Nah, for real\n[01:00.49] This how this shit go where I'm from, nigga\n[01:04.43] You get real checks here, you feel me?\n[01:06.75] Huh? 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Every time I leave the house, somebody tryna kill me\n  Old nigga from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me\n  I'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building\n  If you ain't never been through shit, you not gon' feel me\n  I done sold dope, been shot, and shot Act'\n  I been locked up, got got, and got back\n  I done stood in the kitchen, watched my brother lock Glocks\n  I done stayed in the trap, watched the feds cop tats, huh\n\n  Dope fiends\n  Lil' nigga from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen\n  All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin' no cheese\n  I'm rich as fuck, niggas wanna lift me up, I still won't leave\n  I'm strapped\n  I won't leave the hood, I think I'm trapped\n  Them boys shot at us, we went got back\n  Every time we spin, somebody got tapped\n  My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats\n"}]