[{"id":38260487,"name":"Warzone","trackName":"Warzone","artistName":"Stunna Gambino","albumName":"Warzone","duration":176.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46](Andyr)\n[00:19.33]I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42]Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63]I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71]Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47]We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52]Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23]You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63]Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88]My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65]Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19]Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44]If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79]How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27]How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.78]Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:56.08]Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.70]Body-ody (boom)\n[00:59.83]They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.97]They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.76]I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n[01:08.56]I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.51]I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:13.04]He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.52]I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n[01:18.07]I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.42]I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:22.05]Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:24.28]Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:27.03]Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.39]Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.75]My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.86]He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.31]I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.58]Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.67]I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.99]Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.41]We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.90]Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.33]You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.79]Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[01:56.76]My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.52]Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:02.03]Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.35]If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.80]How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:09.11]How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.64]Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:14.10]Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.44]Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n[02:19.13]Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.67]I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:24.11]Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.73]Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.92]Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n[02:31.53]All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n[02:33.81]I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.34]She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n[02:39.28]Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.40]Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.68]Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:46.18]I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:49.25]I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.74]I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:54.29]If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.44]Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:59.01]I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.59]In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.75]It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:05.42]Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.82]Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:10.24]Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.48]If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:15.04]How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.28]How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:20.04]Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.54]Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[03:25.79]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone\n  artist: Stunna Gambino\n  album: Warzone\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Andyr)\n  start_ms: 18460\n  end_ms: 19330\n- text: I'm from that warzone\n  start_ms: 19330\n  end_ms: 20420\n- text: Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  start_ms: 20420\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24710\n- text: Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  start_ms: 24710\n  end_ms: 27470\n- text: We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  start_ms: 27470\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 41650\n- text: Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  start_ms: 41650\n  end_ms: 44190\n- text: Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  start_ms: 44190\n  end_ms: 46440\n- text: If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  start_ms: 46440\n  end_ms: 48790\n- text: How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  start_ms: 48790\n  end_ms: 51270\n- text: How the fuck is you my opp? 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n  Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\n  She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":9539454,"name":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","trackName":"Warzone (feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46] (Andyr)\n[00:19.33] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.78] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:56.08] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.70] Body-ody (boom)\n[00:59.83] They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.97] They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.76] I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n[01:08.56] I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.51] I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:13.04] He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.52] I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n[01:18.07] I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.42] I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:22.05] Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:24.28] Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:27.03] Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.39] Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.75] My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.86] He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.31] I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.58] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.67] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.99] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.41] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.90] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.33] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.79] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[01:56.76] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.52] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:02.03] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.35] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.80] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:09.11] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.64] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:14.10] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.44] Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n[02:19.13] Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.67] I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:24.11] Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.73] Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.92] Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n[02:31.53] All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n[02:33.81] I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.34] She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n[02:39.28] Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.40] Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.68] Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:46.18] I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:49.25] I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.74] I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:54.29] If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.44] Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:59.01] I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.59] In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.75] It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:05.42] Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.82] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:10.24] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.48] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:15.04] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.28] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:20.04] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.54] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[03:25.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone (feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n  Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\n  She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":11666389,"name":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","trackName":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","artistName":"Stunna Gambino","albumName":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\nI'm from that warzone\nOh-oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh-oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh-oh, I, I be caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fuckin' with my hormones (hormones)\nOh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\nBody-ody (boom), they keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent fifty on this chain, just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVS all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh-uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I've seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\nI'm from that warzone\nOh-oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh-oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh-oh, I, I be caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fuckin' with my hormones (hormones)\nOh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, yeah\nTurned around after my shot, like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd n Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a leftie\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\nShe's takin' off my Tommy's, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.36] (Andyr)\n[00:19.19] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.37] Oh-oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.26] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.88] Oh-oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:26.94] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.79] Oh-oh, I, I be caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.00] You ain't here, it be fuckin' with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.73] Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)\n[00:38.39] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.44] Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:43.81] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.13] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.44] How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.01] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.36] Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:55.84] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.27] Body-ody (boom), they keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.49] They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.27] I spent fifty on this chain, just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVS all around my body)\n[01:07.90] I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.58] I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:12.77] He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.13] I know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day\n[01:17.64] I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.33] I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:21.67] Uh-uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:23.57] Uh, I've seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:26.77] Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.23] Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.57] My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.40] He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.10] I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.10] Oh-oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.19] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.69] Oh-oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.02] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.84] Oh-oh, I, I be caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.11] You ain't here, it be fuckin' with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.85] Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)\n[01:56.65] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.38] Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:01.71] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.08] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.48] How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:08.83] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.35] Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:13.78] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.14] Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, yeah\n[02:18.77] Turned around after my shot, like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.61] I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:23.77] Way more money than my opps so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.30] Okay, I'm deady but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.51] Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd n Eddy\n[02:31.10] All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a leftie\n[02:33.55] I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.01] She's takin' off my Tommy's, huh?\n[02:38.10] Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.11] Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.57] Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:45.82] I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:48.81] I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.21] I could've black smoked that nigga but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:53.70] If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.13] Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:58.51] I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.08] In the sky but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.43] It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:04.99] Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.54] Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:09.96] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.31] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:14.78] How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.30] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:19.54] Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.15] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)\n  artist: Stunna Gambino\n  album: Warzone (feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n  Body-ody (boom), they keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent fifty on this chain, just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVS all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Perc's just to get by through the day\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh-uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I've seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh-oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh-oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh-oh, I, I be caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fuckin' with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, yeah\n  Turned around after my shot, like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd n Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a leftie\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n  She's takin' off my Tommy's, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":12610924,"name":"Warzone","trackName":"Warzone","artistName":"Stunna Gambino","albumName":"Vultures Don't Kry","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46] (Andyr)\n[00:19.33] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27] How the fuck is you my opp? 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":27330088,"name":"Warzone","trackName":"Warzone","artistName":"Stunna Gambino","albumName":"Vultures Don't Kry (Deluxe)","duration":224.722971,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46] (Andyr)\n[00:19.33] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.78] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:56.08] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.70] Body-ody (boom)\n[00:59.83] They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.97] They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.76] I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n[01:08.56] I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.51] I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:13.04] He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.52] I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n[01:18.07] I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.42] I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:22.05] Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:24.28] Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:27.03] Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.39] Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.75] My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.86] He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.31] I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.58] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.67] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.99] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.41] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.90] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.33] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.79] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[01:56.76] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.52] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:02.03] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.35] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.80] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:09.11] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.64] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:14.10] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.44] Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n[02:19.13] Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.67] I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:24.11] Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.73] Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.92] Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n[02:31.53] All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n[02:33.81] I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.34] She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n[02:39.28] Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.40] Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.68] Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:46.18] I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:49.25] I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.74] I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:54.29] If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.44] Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:59.01] I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.59] In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.75] It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:05.42] Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.82] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:10.24] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.48] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:15.04] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.28] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:20.04] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.54] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[03:25.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone (feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n  Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\n  She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":10336330,"name":"Warzone","trackName":"Warzone","artistName":"Stunna Gambino feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie","albumName":"Vultures Don’t Kry","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46] (Andyr)\n[00:19.33] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.78] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:56.08] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.70] Body-ody (boom)\n[00:59.83] They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.97] They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.76] I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n[01:08.56] I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.51] I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:13.04] He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.52] I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n[01:18.07] I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.42] I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:22.05] Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:24.28] Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:27.03] Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.39] Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.75] My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.86] He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.31] I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.58] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.67] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.99] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.41] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.90] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.33] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.79] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[01:56.76] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.52] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:02.03] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.35] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.80] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:09.11] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.64] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:14.10] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.44] Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n[02:19.13] Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.67] I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:24.11] Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.73] Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.92] Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n[02:31.53] All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n[02:33.81] I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.34] She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n[02:39.28] Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.40] Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.68] Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:46.18] I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:49.25] I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.74] I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:54.29] If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.44] Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:59.01] I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.59] In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.75] It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:05.42] Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.82] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:10.24] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.48] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:15.04] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.28] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:20.04] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.54] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[03:25.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone\n  artist: Stunna Gambino feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n  Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\n  She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"},{"id":5899891,"name":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","trackName":"Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)","artistName":"Stunna Gambino feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie","albumName":"Vultures Don't Kry","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Andyr)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nBody-ody (boom)\nThey keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\nThey gon' make me catch a body-ody\nI spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\nI be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\nI ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\nHe went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\nI know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\nI'm from that warzone, uh\nI seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\nUh, uh, I'm from that warzone\nUh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\nIntoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\nBought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\nMy mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\nHe caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from that warzone\nOh, oh, I made a promise to myself\nI'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\nOh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\nWe gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\nOh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\nYou ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\nOh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\nMy diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\nLook, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\nTurn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\nI told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\nWay more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\nOkay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\nMe and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\nAll I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\nI'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\nShe's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\nFuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\nBullet make your head bob, huh?\nPut you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\nI love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\nI can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\nI could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\nIf he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\nDesert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\nI'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\nIn the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\nIt's a warzone back home, I swear\n\nRing around the rosie, cup full of codeine\nBrand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\nAshes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\nIf I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\nHow the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\nHow the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\nWrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\nBrackin', pull up in that, make you vanish","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.46] (Andyr)\n[00:19.33] I'm from that warzone\n[00:20.42] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[00:22.63] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[00:24.71] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[00:27.47] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[00:29.52] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[00:32.23] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[00:34.63] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[00:38.88] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[00:41.65] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[00:44.19] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[00:46.44] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[00:48.79] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[00:51.27] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[00:53.78] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[00:56.08] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[00:58.70] Body-ody (boom)\n[00:59.83] They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n[01:02.97] They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n[01:04.76] I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n[01:08.56] I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n[01:10.51] I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n[01:13.04] He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n[01:15.52] I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n[01:18.07] I'm from that warzone, uh\n[01:19.42] I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n[01:22.05] Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n[01:24.28] Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n[01:27.03] Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n[01:29.39] Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n[01:31.75] My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n[01:34.86] He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n[01:37.31] I'm from that warzone\n[01:38.58] Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n[01:40.67] I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n[01:42.99] Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n[01:45.41] We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n[01:47.90] Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n[01:50.33] You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n[01:52.79] Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n[01:56.76] My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[01:59.52] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[02:02.03] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[02:04.35] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[02:06.80] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[02:09.11] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[02:11.64] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[02:14.10] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[02:16.44] Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n[02:19.13] Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n[02:21.67] I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n[02:24.11] Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n[02:26.73] Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n[02:28.92] Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n[02:31.53] All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n[02:33.81] I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n[02:36.34] She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n[02:39.28] Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n[02:41.40] Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n[02:43.68] Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n[02:46.18] I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n[02:49.25] I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n[02:51.74] I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n[02:54.29] If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n[02:56.44] Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n[02:59.01] I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n[03:01.59] In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n[03:03.75] It's a warzone back home, I swear\n[03:05.42] Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n[03:07.82] Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n[03:10.24] Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n[03:12.48] If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n[03:15.04] How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n[03:17.28] How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n[03:20.04] Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n[03:22.54] Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n[03:25.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warzone (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)\n  artist: Stunna Gambino feat. 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I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Body-ody (boom)\n  They keep mentionin' my name like I won't put 'em in the grave, oh my (oh my)\n  They gon' make me catch a body-ody\n  I spent 50 on this chain just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVs all around my body)\n  I be preachin' to they souls, give 'em somethin' to relate\n  I ain't recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face\n  He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that shit to hate\n  I know a nigga who pop Percs just to get by through the day\n\n  I'm from that warzone, uh\n  I seen a nigga lose his life, it was external bleeding\n  Uh, uh, I'm from that warzone\n  Uh, I seen this shit with my own eyes, I can't even make believe it\n  Intoxicatin' my body, I don't really need it (need it)\n  Bought my lil' brother a Moncler, you should've seen him cheesin' (cheesin')\n  My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain't listen\n  He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain't find a witness (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from that warzone\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to myself\n  I'ma represent the trenches 'til we all on, uh (all on)\n  Oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons\n  We gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin' 'til they all gone, uh (all gone)\n  Oh, oh, I been caught up in my feelings\n  You ain't here, it be fucking with my hormones (hormones)\n  Oh, oh, I, oh, I, uh, uh\n\n  My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n\n  Look, shoot like Curry, holdin' steady, uh\n  Turn around after my shot like I already know it's wetty\n  I told lil' bro, \"Keep one up top,\" he like, \"I know already\"\n  Way more money than my opps, so that shit gives me leverage\n  Okay, I'm deady, but I'm ready, sorry if I'm heavy\n  Me and my niggas stickin' together like Ed, Edd, and Eddy\n  All I do is pass this to my left side like I'm a lefty\n  I'm tryna fuck you and your friends, I hope you don't regret it\n\n  She's takin' off my Tommies, huh?\n  Fuckin' on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me\n  Bullet make your head bob, huh?\n  Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain't no politickin'\n  I love all my bros, free my savages until it's backwards\n  I can't be lackin', I'm reactin' before your reaction\n  I could've black smoked that nigga, but I don't do backstabbin'\n  If he turn into a snake, wait 'til he eat the rat, look\n\n  Desert Eagle show that nigga how to fuckin' backflip\n  I'm anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions\n  In the sky, but just in case it ain't no way to clap him\n  It's a warzone back home, I swear\n\n  Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine\n  Brand-new big old .40, put it to his dome piece\n  Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes\n  If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him\n  How the fuck I run out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?\n  How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'\n  Wrote this shit in blood, big old Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?\n  Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish\n"}]