[{"id":33903394,"name":"Block Fear","trackName":"Block Fear","artistName":"Styles P","albumName":"Ghost Kill","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Light that shit up, Nino\nLet's go, Machine\nI'm hungry, yeah\n\nThey tell you that the Ghost is hard as fuck?\nDump like a garbage truck\n\nTold you that these rappers is trash?\nThink they tryna get me back in the master, lay on 'em\nDo homework, run in his home and spray on 'em\nAin't doin' that same shit, but doin' that gang shit\nTold Nino I'm 'bout to eat, I could meet him on St. Nick's\nUp at Ceasars vegan, I'm not the heathen to bang with\nI'm in sixth gear, who you gon' get in this lane with?\nIf it's family, money, or smoke, yeah, that is my language\nNot Hov old partner, but you on some Dame shit\n\nIn the mirror all day and that is some lame shit\n\nAnd I ain't one to judge, but it fills me with anguish\nThis that champagne shit\n\nI always got attention, been a wavy nigga\nThey watched me since a kid, ain't need a babysitter\nSoon as you start to shine, niggas get shady with ya\nSome niggas in your mom's crib like your baby pictures\nI was starvin', eatin' franks and beans\nPause, now I'm a boss eatin' steak and greens\nYeah, I know I'm wild mixy, but I hate the scene\nI like my paper green, I can't escape the dream\nThey can't wait for me to fall like they out rakin' leaves\nBad enough I'm tryna trap and gotta shake the D's\n\nI'm outside tryna chase the fiends with the squad\nThese niggas mad they ain't make the team\n\nThis that bang bang shit, .38's with beams\nWould you look forward to dyin' from me?\nIf I told you that my new name was Natural Cause\nYour girl supposed to dick ride, you should actually pause\nTryna hop up in the flick like an actual boss\nSame guns as the tactical force\nTook off half of his back and half of his lap\nI lit up a sack, now fall back\n'Cause the same shit could happen to y'all\n\nWon't happen to me, that's the OG\nI'm blackin' with P, I'm clappin' the heat\nThrow you in back of the V\nThey told me it's no way out, I had to trap on these streets\nWasn't always rappin' on beats, I had the ratchet on me\nAlways had to dash from the D's before they catch it on me\nYeah, it's hard to stash it on me, I heard the captain on me\nI was outside with dimes, niggas can't get a nickel\n'Cause when they see you treatin', these niggas gon' try to trick you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Block Fear\n  artist: Styles P\n  album: Ghost Kill\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Light that shit up, Nino\n  Let's go, Machine\n  I'm hungry, yeah\n\n  They tell you that the Ghost is hard as fuck?\n  Dump like a garbage truck\n\n  Told you that these rappers is trash?\n  Think they tryna get me back in the master, lay on 'em\n  Do homework, run in his home and spray on 'em\n  Ain't doin' that same shit, but doin' that gang shit\n  Told Nino I'm 'bout to eat, I could meet him on St. Nick's\n  Up at Ceasars vegan, I'm not the heathen to bang with\n  I'm in sixth gear, who you gon' get in this lane with?\n  If it's family, money, or smoke, yeah, that is my language\n  Not Hov old partner, but you on some Dame shit\n\n  In the mirror all day and that is some lame shit\n\n  And I ain't one to judge, but it fills me with anguish\n  This that champagne shit\n\n  I always got attention, been a wavy nigga\n  They watched me since a kid, ain't need a babysitter\n  Soon as you start to shine, niggas get shady with ya\n  Some niggas in your mom's crib like your baby pictures\n  I was starvin', eatin' franks and beans\n  Pause, now I'm a boss eatin' steak and greens\n  Yeah, I know I'm wild mixy, but I hate the scene\n  I like my paper green, I can't escape the dream\n  They can't wait for me to fall like they out rakin' leaves\n  Bad enough I'm tryna trap and gotta shake the D's\n\n  I'm outside tryna chase the fiends with the squad\n  These niggas mad they ain't make the team\n\n  This that bang bang shit, .38's with beams\n  Would you look forward to dyin' from me?\n  If I told you that my new name was Natural Cause\n  Your girl supposed to dick ride, you should actually pause\n  Tryna hop up in the flick like an actual boss\n  Same guns as the tactical force\n  Took off half of his back and half of his lap\n  I lit up a sack, now fall back\n  'Cause the same shit could happen to y'all\n\n  Won't happen to me, that's the OG\n  I'm blackin' with P, I'm clappin' the heat\n  Throw you in back of the V\n  They told me it's no way out, I had to trap on these streets\n  Wasn't always rappin' on beats, I had the ratchet on me\n  Always had to dash from the D's before they catch it on me\n  Yeah, it's hard to stash it on me, I heard the captain on me\n  I was outside with dimes, niggas can't get a nickel\n  'Cause when they see you treatin', these niggas gon' try to trick you\n"}]