[{"id":38589985,"name":"Ms. Joyce (feat. Bun B)","trackName":"Ms. Joyce (feat. Bun B)","artistName":"Smino","albumName":"Ms. Joyce (feat. Bun B)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\nI'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n\nBrain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name\nPain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same\nSame hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine\nIn her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame\nI'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you\nFacial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up\nAll depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up\nTwo white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man\n\nOh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\nI'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\nNot now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\nNew coupe when you see me, same color tortellini\nPockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah)\nSome days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no)\nTo the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\nNigga, ain't shit sweet\n\nOh yeah, yeah\nKatana\nTryna find you, or should I remind you?\nIn my blindside when I'm right by you\nWoah (Woah)\nWoah (Woah)\nWoah (Woah)\nWoah (Woah)\n\nComin' up, shit was different, man\n'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game\nHustlin', tryna get some change\nThese motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing\nI'm just out here doin' me\nAnd that's the difference 'tween you and me\n'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three\n\nOr four and five, that's hoe shit\n'Cause I'm going live and it's going up\nMy shit gas and it's blowin' up\nYour shit trash, you ain't showin' up\nGettin' bags and I'm cashin' out\nGot bitches passin' out\nSmash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out\n'Cause you did it for cap and clout\n\nI'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey\nCame up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\nThis shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\nYou say you next? Come on\nI come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\nPA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\nTexas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\nReppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\nThat's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n\nThese niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\nYou 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\nExfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\nThese niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n\nI don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\nViva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\nProbably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\nEvery show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n\nPockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\nSame time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\nMe? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\nMamma mia up in the VIP off the shrooms (mamma mia)\nAll my partners in this bitch surround the room\nAnd no problems in this bitch, I assume\nAnd I'm flyer than a witch, get the broom\n\nFull sweep when I know I'm comin' through (when I'm comin' through)\n\"Who's he?\" when I'm comin' through\nNew dreams, they finally comin' true\n\nWhat's up, fool? What you on, man?\nNiggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy, what's it like?\nI don't know, shit\nI got some Hennessy, though\nI just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\nTold my exes they all should join an art class\nAll they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\nJust played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\nCouple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\nSee, my best friends know that I might, I might not\nI don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like\nThat's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\nShit\nI don't know, man, it's complicated\n(I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n(I'm just movin' around, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15]I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\n[00:01.99]I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n[00:09.34]Brain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name\n[00:12.17]Pain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same\n[00:15.27]Same hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine\n[00:18.35]In her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame\n[00:21.34]I'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you\n[00:24.55]Facial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up\n[00:27.84]All depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up\n[00:30.90]Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man\n[00:35.07]Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\n[00:36.87]I'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\n[00:40.21]Not now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\n[00:43.98]New coupe when you see me, same color tortellini\n[00:46.66]Pockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah)\n[00:49.62]Some days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no)\n[00:52.94]To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\n[00:56.21]Nigga, ain't shit sweet\n[01:00.47]Oh yeah, yeah\n[01:02.29]Katana\n[01:03.70]Tryna find you, or should I remind you?\n[01:06.39]In my blindside when I'm right by you\n[01:11.52]Woah (Woah)\n[01:14.53]Woah (Woah)\n[01:17.78]Woah (Woah)\n[01:20.65]Woah (Woah)\n[01:24.55]Comin' up, shit was different, man\n[01:26.01]'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game\n[01:27.40]Hustlin', tryna get some change\n[01:29.13]These motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing\n[01:30.48]I'm just out here doin' me\n[01:32.06]And that's the difference 'tween you and me\n[01:34.02]'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three\n[01:37.01]Or four and five, that's hoe shit\n[01:38.42]'Cause I'm going live and it's going up\n[01:40.19]My shit gas and it's blowin' up\n[01:41.67]Your shit trash, you ain't showin' up\n[01:42.86]Gettin' bags and I'm cashin' out\n[01:45.25]Got bitches passin' out\n[01:46.21]Smash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out\n[01:47.95]'Cause you did it for cap and clout\n[01:49.61]I'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey\n[01:52.59]Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\n[01:55.96]This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\n[01:59.08]You say you next? Come on\n[02:00.05]I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\n[02:02.38]PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\n[02:05.03]Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\n[02:08.35]Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\n[02:11.77]That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n[02:14.52]These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n[02:17.36]You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\n[02:20.96]Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n[02:23.64]These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n[02:26.88]I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\n[02:29.64]Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\n[02:33.10]Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\n[02:36.62]Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n[02:39.54]Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\n[02:44.88]Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\n[02:47.65]Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\n[02:51.03]Mamma mia up in the VIP off the shrooms (mamma mia)\n[02:54.14]All my partners in this bitch surround the room\n[02:57.58]And no problems in this bitch, I assume\n[03:00.35]And I'm flyer than a witch, get the broom\n[03:03.65]Full sweep when I know I'm comin' through (when I'm comin' through)\n[03:06.78]\"Who's he?\" when I'm comin' through\n[03:10.03]New dreams, they finally comin' true\n[03:27.01]What's up, fool? What you on, man?\n[03:28.21]Niggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\n[03:30.95]Your ass need to get outside the studio\n[03:32.47]That's crazy, what's it like?\n[03:36.12]I don't know, shit\n[03:37.42]I got some Hennessy, though\n[03:38.73]I just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n[03:47.11]Told my exes they all should join an art class\n[03:50.47]All they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\n[03:54.23]Just played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\n[03:57.93]Couple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n[04:04.64]See, my best friends know that I might, I might not\n[04:08.68]I don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like\n[04:10.86]That's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:16.79]Shit\n[04:19.25]I don't know, man, it's complicated\n[04:23.09](I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n[04:31.27](I'm just movin' around, oh)\n[04:36.18]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ms. Joyce (feat. Bun B)\n  artist: Smino\n  album: Ms. Joyce (feat. 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Like\n  start_ms: 248680\n  end_ms: 250860\n- text: That's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 250860\n  end_ms: 256790\n- text: Shit\n  start_ms: 256790\n  end_ms: 259250\n- text: I don't know, man, it's complicated\n  start_ms: 259250\n  end_ms: 263090\n- text: (I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n  start_ms: 263090\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: (I'm just movin' around, oh)\n  start_ms: 271270\n  end_ms: 276180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 276180\nplain: |-\n  I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\n  I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n\n  Brain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name\n  Pain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same\n  Same hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine\n  In her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame\n  I'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you\n  Facial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up\n  All depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up\n  Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man\n\n  Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\n  I'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\n  Not now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\n  New coupe when you see me, same color tortellini\n  Pockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah)\n  Some days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no)\n  To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\n  Nigga, ain't shit sweet\n\n  Oh yeah, yeah\n  Katana\n  Tryna find you, or should I remind you?\n  In my blindside when I'm right by you\n  Woah (Woah)\n  Woah (Woah)\n  Woah (Woah)\n  Woah (Woah)\n\n  Comin' up, shit was different, man\n  'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game\n  Hustlin', tryna get some change\n  These motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing\n  I'm just out here doin' me\n  And that's the difference 'tween you and me\n  'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three\n\n  Or four and five, that's hoe shit\n  'Cause I'm going live and it's going up\n  My shit gas and it's blowin' up\n  Your shit trash, you ain't showin' up\n  Gettin' bags and I'm cashin' out\n  Got bitches passin' out\n  Smash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out\n  'Cause you did it for cap and clout\n\n  I'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey\n  Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\n  This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\n  You say you next? Come on\n  I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\n  PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\n  Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\n  Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\n  That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n\n  These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n  You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\n  Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n  These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n\n  I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\n  Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\n  Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\n  Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n\n  Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\n  Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\n  Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\n  Mamma mia up in the VIP off the shrooms (mamma mia)\n  All my partners in this bitch surround the room\n  And no problems in this bitch, I assume\n  And I'm flyer than a witch, get the broom\n\n  Full sweep when I know I'm comin' through (when I'm comin' through)\n  \"Who's he?\" when I'm comin' through\n  New dreams, they finally comin' true\n\n  What's up, fool? What you on, man?\n  Niggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\n  Your ass need to get outside the studio\n  That's crazy, what's it like?\n  I don't know, shit\n  I got some Hennessy, though\n  I just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\n  Told my exes they all should join an art class\n  All they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\n  Just played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\n  Couple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\n  See, my best friends know that I might, I might not\n  I don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like\n  That's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Shit\n  I don't know, man, it's complicated\n  (I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n  (I'm just movin' around, oh)\n"},{"id":15729909,"name":"Ms. Joyce","trackName":"Ms. Joyce","artistName":"Smino","albumName":"Maybe in Nirvana","duration":278.282449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\nI'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n(In another life, we alright, hmm)\nBrain-tangled like my chain-chain, with my momma name\nPain bubble on my brain, man this shit don't feel the same\nSame hoes from the ninth-grade, tryna give me nicotine\nIn the Scout like Mane and Tame, old Impala frame\nI'm a creature, I'm a Smiiture\nI could teach ya, still I'll beat ya\nFacial features give me frequents\nI get low, sometimes I be up\nAll depends like old shit\nAll that old shit that you bring up\nTwo white coups, the Olsen Twins\nMama oh my god there go they man\nOh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\nI'm a, king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\nNow, now I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\nLook cool when you see me, same color, tortellini\nPockets used to be Bulimic, you wouldn't believe it\nSomeday wanna be like Jesus, other day's young Jeezy\nTo the bag I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\nNigga, ain't shit sweet (huh, HSM fuck Trump)\nOh yeah, yeah\nKatana, tryna find ya\nshould I remind ya, in my blindside\nWait I don't love ya\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\nWoah, woah\nOoh, ooh\nComing up shit was different man\nCause me I was playing in a different game\nHustlin', tryna get some change\nThese motherfuckers hate but it ain't no thing\nI'm just out here doing me, and that's the difference between you and me\nCause I'm out here trying to truly be, number one, man fuck number two or three\nOr four and five, that's hoe shit cause I'm going live and it's going up\nMy shit gas and it's blowing up, your shit trash, you ain't showing up\nGetting bags and I'm cashing out, got bitches passin' out\nSmash your bitch then I'm smashin' out\nCause you did it for cap and clout\nI'm OG and my shit be, like Kobe and like Nipsey\nCame up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\nThis shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\nYou say you next? Come on\nI come through and wrecked, like give me the check, I'm gone\nPA that's where I'm from, H-Town that's where I stay\nTexas that's what it do, this dirty-south mane and we don't play\nReppin' for young Sweet Jones, and mama wears his T-Jones\nThat's the typa shit we on\nYou ain't with it fuck nigga be gone\nThese niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\nYou 1-800, I had to call and collect\nExfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\nThese niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake (haha)\nI don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae\nViva la via I'm usually couped up\nProlly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it's a headline, long line marquee Smi\nPockets on Rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this shit isn't easy)\nSame time shorty text saying she need me\nMe? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\nMamma mia up in the VIP, off the shrooms\nAll my partners in this bitch, surround the room\nI know problems in this bitch, I assume\nAnd I'm flier than a witch, get the broom\nFull sweep when I bump I'm coming through (when I'm coming through)\nwho is he when I bump coming through\nThose dreams are finally coming true (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)\nWhassup fool, what you on man?\nNiggas tryin-, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy what it like? (pull up (?) nigga, I'm just moving around)\nShit I got some Hennessy though I just smoked this (?) 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Come on\n  I come through and wrecked, like give me the check, I'm gone\n  PA that's where I'm from, H-Town that's where I stay\n  Texas that's what it do, this dirty-south mane and we don't play\n  Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and mama wears his T-Jones\n  That's the typa shit we on\n  You ain't with it fuck nigga be gone\n  These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n  You 1-800, I had to call and collect\n  Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n  These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake (haha)\n  I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae\n  Viva la via I'm usually couped up\n  Prolly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it's a headline, long line marquee Smi\n  Pockets on Rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this shit isn't easy)\n  Same time shorty text saying she need me\n  Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\n  Mamma mia up in the VIP, off the shrooms\n  All my partners in this bitch, surround the room\n  I know problems in this bitch, I assume\n  And I'm flier than a witch, get the broom\n  Full sweep when I bump I'm coming through (when I'm coming through)\n  who is he when I bump coming through\n  Those dreams are finally coming true (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)\n  Whassup fool, what you on man?\n  Niggas tryin-, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\n  Your ass need to get outside the studio\n  That's crazy what it like? (pull up (?) nigga, I'm just moving around)\n  Shit I got some Hennessy though I just smoked this (?) 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Come on\nI come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\nPA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\nTexas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\nReppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\nThat's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n\nThese niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\nYou 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\nExfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\nThese niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n\nI don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\nViva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\nProbably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\nEvery show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n\nPockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\nSame time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\nMe? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh\nMamma mia up in the VIP off the shrooms (mamma mia)\nAll my partners in this bitch surround the room\nAnd no problems in this bitch, I assume\nAnd I'm flyer than a witch, get the broom\n\nFull sweep when I know I'm comin' through (when I'm comin' through)\n\"Who's he?\" when I'm comin' through\nNew dreams, they finally comin' true\n\nWhat's up, fool? What you on, man?\nNiggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy, what's it like?\nI don't know, shit\nI got some Hennessy, though\nI just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\nTold my exes they all should join an art class\nAll they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\nJust played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\nCouple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\nSee, my best friends know that I might, I might not\nI don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like\nThat's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\nShit\nI don't know, man, it's complicated\n(I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n(I'm just movin' around, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\n[00:01.99] I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n[00:09.34] Brain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name\n[00:12.17] Pain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same\n[00:15.27] Same hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine\n[00:18.35] In her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame\n[00:21.34] I'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you\n[00:24.55] Facial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up\n[00:27.84] All depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up\n[00:30.90] Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man\n[00:35.07] Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\n[00:36.87] I'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\n[00:40.21] Not now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\n[00:43.98] New coupe when you see me, same color tortellini\n[00:46.66] Pockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah)\n[00:49.62] Some days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no)\n[00:52.94] To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\n[00:56.21] Nigga, ain't shit sweet\n[01:00.47] Oh yeah, yeah\n[01:02.29] Katana\n[01:03.70] Tryna find you, or should I remind you?\n[01:06.39] In my blindside when I'm right by you\n[01:11.52] Woah (Woah)\n[01:14.53] Woah (Woah)\n[01:17.78] Woah (Woah)\n[01:20.65] Woah (Woah)\n[01:24.55] Comin' up, shit was different, man\n[01:26.01] 'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game\n[01:27.40] Hustlin', tryna get some change\n[01:29.13] These motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing\n[01:30.48] I'm just out here doin' me\n[01:32.06] And that's the difference 'tween you and me\n[01:34.02] 'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three\n[01:37.01] Or four and five, that's hoe shit\n[01:38.42] 'Cause I'm going live and it's going up\n[01:40.19] My shit gas and it's blowin' up\n[01:41.67] Your shit trash, you ain't showin' up\n[01:42.86] Gettin' bags and I'm cashin' out\n[01:45.25] Got bitches passin' out\n[01:46.21] Smash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out\n[01:47.95] 'Cause you did it for cap and clout\n[01:49.61] I'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey\n[01:52.59] Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\n[01:55.96] This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\n[01:59.08] You say you next? Come on\n[02:00.05] I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\n[02:02.38] PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\n[02:05.03] Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\n[02:08.35] Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\n[02:11.77] That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n[02:14.52] These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n[02:17.36] You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\n[02:20.96] Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n[02:23.64] These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n[02:26.88] I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\n[02:29.64] Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\n[02:33.10] Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\n[02:36.62] Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n[02:39.54] Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\n[02:44.88] Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\n[02:47.65] Me? 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What you on, man?\n[03:28.21] Niggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\n[03:30.95] Your ass need to get outside the studio\n[03:32.47] That's crazy, what's it like?\n[03:36.12] I don't know, shit\n[03:37.42] I got some Hennessy, though\n[03:38.73] I just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n[03:47.11] Told my exes they all should join an art class\n[03:50.47] All they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\n[03:54.23] Just played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\n[03:57.93] Couple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n[04:04.64] See, my best friends know that I might, I might not\n[04:08.68] I don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? 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Come on\nI come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\nPA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\nTexas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\nReppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\nThat's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n\nThese niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\nYou 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\nExfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\nThese niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n\nI don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\nViva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\nProbably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\nEvery show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n\nPockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\nSame time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\nMe? 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What you on, man?\nNiggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy, what's it like?\nI don't know, shit\nI got some Hennessy, though\nI just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\nTold my exes they all should join an art class\nAll they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\nJust played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\nCouple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\nSee, my best friends know that I might, I might not\nI don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? 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What you on, man?\nNiggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy, what's it like?\nI don't know, shit\nI got some Hennessy, though\nI just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\nTold my exes they all should join an art class\nAll they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\nJust played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\nCouple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\nSee, my best friends know that I might, I might not\nI don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? 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Come on\n[02:00.05] I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\n[02:02.38] PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\n[02:05.03] Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\n[02:08.35] Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\n[02:11.77] That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n[02:14.52] These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n[02:17.36] You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\n[02:20.96] Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n[02:23.64] These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n[02:26.88] I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\n[02:29.64] Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\n[02:33.10] Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\n[02:36.62] Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n[02:39.54] Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\n[02:44.88] Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\n[02:47.65] Me? 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What you on, man?\nNiggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?\nYour ass need to get outside the studio\nThat's crazy, what's it like?\nI don't know, shit\nI got some Hennessy, though\nI just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman\n\nTold my exes they all should join an art class\nAll they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass\nJust played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses\nCouple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces\n\nSee, my best friends know that I might, I might not\nI don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like\nThat's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'?\nShit\nI don't know, man, it's complicated\n(I'm just movin' around, 'round)\n(I'm just movin' around, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man\n[00:01.90] I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man\n[00:09.33] Brain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name\n[00:12.13] Pain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same\n[00:15.25] Same hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine\n[00:18.34] In her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame\n[00:21.32] I'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you\n[00:24.56] Facial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up\n[00:27.88] All depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up\n[00:30.96] Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man\n[00:35.10] Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones\n[00:36.87] I'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan\n[00:40.25] Not now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)\n[00:43.98] New coupe when you see me, same color tortellini\n[00:46.65] Pockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah)\n[00:49.63] Some days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no)\n[00:52.93] To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached\n[00:56.28] Nigga, ain't shit sweet\n[01:00.47] Oh yeah, yeah\n[01:02.24] Katana\n[01:03.67] Tryna find you, or should I remind you?\n[01:06.35] In my blindside when I'm right by you\n[01:11.54] Woah (Woah)\n[01:14.50] Woah (Woah)\n[01:17.76] Woah (Woah)\n[01:20.61] Woah (Woah)\n[01:24.58] Comin' up, shit was different, man\n[01:26.04] 'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game\n[01:27.39] Hustlin', tryna get some change\n[01:29.12] These motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing\n[01:30.44] I'm just out here doin' me\n[01:32.03] And that's the difference 'tween you and me\n[01:34.01] 'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three\n[01:37.06] Or four and five, that's hoe shit\n[01:38.46] 'Cause I'm going live and it's going up\n[01:40.15] My shit gas and it's blowin' up\n[01:41.61] Your shit trash, you ain't showin' up\n[01:42.88] Gettin' bags and I'm cashin' out\n[01:45.23] Got bitches passin' out\n[01:46.29] Smash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out\n[01:47.93] 'Cause you did it for cap and clout\n[01:49.63] I'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey\n[01:52.58] Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me\n[01:55.99] This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on\n[01:59.00] You say you next? Come on\n[02:00.02] I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone\n[02:02.32] PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay\n[02:05.03] Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play\n[02:08.30] Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones?\n[02:11.80] That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone\n[02:14.57] These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect\n[02:17.37] You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click)\n[02:20.95] Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate\n[02:23.62] These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake\n[02:26.87] I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy)\n[02:29.61] Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up\n[02:33.03] Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless\n[02:36.64] Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi\n[02:39.54] Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy\n[02:44.81] Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me\n[02:47.65] Me? 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