[{"id":22108838,"name":"Tha King","trackName":"Tha King","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"T.I. - Urban Legend","duration":204.625125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And in case you forgot, I'm tha King\nYea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye\nWho I'm is, nigga?\n(I'm tha King)\n\nT.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty\n(I'm tha King)\nYea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty\n(I'm tha King)\nYeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye\n\nAll hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\n(I'm tha King)\nIf ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone\nIt's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known\nTha King been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones\n\nBack when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong\nEvery shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on\nThe big screen then hit every trap and traveled on\nPast, present to Texas to Alabama strong\n(I'm tha King)\n\nDown in Miami, up to Louisiana homes\nFrom the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home\nI'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes\nI got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome\n\nAnd it shine like ya should set the phantom on\nIn it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone\nHey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle on\nIf I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\nSucker MC's outta call me sire\nYa songs okay but I'm on fire\n(I'm tha King)\n24 inches on my rims and tires\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n(I'm tha King)\nSucker MC's outta call me sire\nThought you was on top\n(I'm tha King)\nI pass right by ya\nI will not stop and I won't retire\n\nI came, I saw, I conquered with no big names\n(I'm tha King)\nNo fame, no celebrity sponsors\nJust a game and a flow that was bonkers\nNigga, front if ya wanna\nDead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'\n\nNow you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya\nAnd don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon ya\nSpeak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King\nBut you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya\n\nAll the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up\nA way to get experience and launder\nHey, I thought ya record company conned ya\nInto signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya\n\nMoving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya\nSo it's time to move on to real estate\nAnd get cake selling big estates\n(I'm tha King)\n\nI'm King of the South now but it's fifty states\nI'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?\n(I'm tha King)\nI'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28\nI'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state\n(I'm tha King)\n\nSee, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break\nMost you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n(I'm tha King)\nSucker MC's outta call me sire\nYa songs okay but I'm on fire\n(I'm tha King)\n24 inches on my rims and tires\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n(I'm tha King)\nSucker MC's outta call me sire\nThought you was on top\n(I'm tha King)\nI pass right by ya\nI will not stop and I won't retire\n\nI'm tha King\nI'm tha King\nI'm tha King\nI'm tha King\nI'm tha King","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.88] And in case you forgot, I'm tha King\n[00:05.43] Yea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye\n[00:11.42] Who I'm is, nigga?\n[00:14.14] (I'm tha King)\n[00:15.00] T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty\n[00:16.88] (I'm tha King)\n[00:17.77] Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty\n[00:22.32] (I'm tha King)\n[00:23.23] Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye\n[00:27.72] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\n[00:30.41] (I'm tha King)\n[00:31.39] If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone\n[00:34.01] It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known\n[00:35.84] Tha King been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones\n[00:38.57] Back when 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South, there is none flyer\n[01:24.75] (I'm tha King)\n[01:25.69] Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n[01:28.48] Thought you was on top\n[01:30.23] (I'm tha King)\n[01:31.16] I pass right by ya\n[01:32.00] I will not stop and I won't retire\n[01:34.77] I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names\n[01:37.48] (I'm tha King)\n[01:38.31] No fame, no celebrity sponsors\n[01:40.17] Just a game and a flow that was bonkers\n[01:41.90] Nigga, front if ya wanna\n[01:43.85] Dead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'\n[01:45.64] Now you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya\n[01:48.35] And don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon ya\n[01:51.07] Speak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King\n[01:54.67] But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya\n[01:57.34] All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up\n[02:00.97] A way to get experience and launder\n[02:02.77] Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya\n[02:05.48] Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya\n[02:08.23] Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya\n[02:10.93] So it's time to move on to real estate\n[02:12.78] And get cake selling big estates\n[02:13.66] (I'm tha King)\n[02:14.52] I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states\n[02:16.37] I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?\n[02:19.02] (I'm tha King)\n[02:19.97] I'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28\n[02:21.70] I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state\n[02:25.47] (I'm tha King)\n[02:26.33] See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break\n[02:28.16] Most you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face\n[02:30.86] I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n[02:32.61] (I'm tha King)\n[02:33.59] Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n[02:36.23] Ya songs okay but I'm on fire\n[02:38.93] (I'm tha King)\n[02:39.87] 24 inches on my rims and tires\n[02:41.62] I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n[02:44.43] (I'm tha King)\n[02:45.34] 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experience and launder\n[02:02.77] Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya\n[02:05.48] Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya\n[02:08.23] Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya\n[02:10.93] So it's time to move on to real estate\n[02:12.78] And get cake selling big estates\n[02:13.66] (I'm tha King)\n[02:14.52] I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states\n[02:16.37] I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?\n[02:19.02] (I'm tha King)\n[02:19.97] I'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28\n[02:21.70] I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state\n[02:25.47] (I'm tha King)\n[02:26.33] See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break\n[02:28.16] Most you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face\n[02:30.86] I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n[02:32.61] (I'm tha King)\n[02:33.59] Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n[02:36.23] Ya songs okay but I'm on fire\n[02:38.93] (I'm tha King)\n[02:39.87] 24 inches on my rims and 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just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya\n\nAll the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up\nA way to get experience and launder\nHey, I thought ya record company conned ya\nInto signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya\n\nMoving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya\nSo it's time to move on to real estate\nAnd get cake selling big estates\n(I'm tha King)\n\nI'm King of the South now but it's fifty states\nI'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?\n(I'm tha King)\nI'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28\nI'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state\n(I'm tha King)\n\nSee, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break\nMost you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n(I'm tha King)\nSucker MC's outta call me sire\nYa songs okay but I'm on fire\n(I'm tha King)\n24 inches on my rims and tires\n\nI'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n(I'm tha King)\nSucker MC's 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sire\n[01:28.48] Thought you was on top\n[01:30.23] (I'm tha King)\n[01:31.16] I pass right by ya\n[01:32.00] I will not stop and I won't retire\n[01:34.77] I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names\n[01:37.48] (I'm tha King)\n[01:38.31] No fame, no celebrity sponsors\n[01:40.17] Just a game and a flow that was bonkers\n[01:41.90] Nigga, front if ya wanna\n[01:43.85] Dead niggas like the bitches from 'Monster'\n[01:45.64] Now you been told so don't say I ain't warned ya\n[01:48.35] And don't let it alarm ya when ya leaking then the reapers upon ya\n[01:51.07] Speak on me and I'm creepin' upon ya, say that I ain't tha King\n[01:54.67] But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya\n[01:57.34] All the hating, is no time to respond, I miss tryin' to conjure up\n[02:00.97] A way to get experience and launder\n[02:02.77] Hey, I thought ya record company conned ya\n[02:05.48] Into signing a deal, shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya\n[02:08.23] Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own to ya\n[02:10.93] So it's time to move on to real estate\n[02:12.78] And get cake selling big estates\n[02:13.66] (I'm tha King)\n[02:14.52] I'm King of the South now but it's fifty states\n[02:16.37] I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate, who in the way?\n[02:19.02] (I'm tha King)\n[02:19.97] I'm 24 today, give it to, I'm 28\n[02:21.70] I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state\n[02:25.47] (I'm tha King)\n[02:26.33] See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break\n[02:28.16] Most you niggas fake and I'll say it in nigga's face\n[02:30.86] I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n[02:32.61] (I'm tha King)\n[02:33.59] Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n[02:36.23] Ya songs okay but I'm on fire\n[02:38.93] (I'm tha King)\n[02:39.87] 24 inches on my rims and tires\n[02:41.62] I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n[02:44.43] (I'm tha King)\n[02:45.34] Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n[02:47.13] Thought you was on top\n[02:48.99] (I'm tha 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King)\n\n  Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes\n  From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home\n  I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes\n  I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome\n\n  And it shine like ya should set the phantom on\n  In it see me riding, getting blown like the saxophone\n  Hey shawty, spit the shit, it takes to cut a candle on\n  If I ain't on ya tube, dude, you must got ya channel wrong\n\n  I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n  Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n  Ya songs okay but I'm on fire\n  (I'm tha King)\n  24 inches on my rims and tires\n\n  I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n  (I'm tha King)\n  Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n  Thought you was on top\n  (I'm tha King)\n  I pass right by ya\n  I will not stop and I won't retire\n\n  I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names\n  (I'm tha King)\n  No fame, no celebrity sponsors\n  Just a game and a flow that was bonkers\n  Nigga, front if ya 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I'll say it in nigga's face\n\n  I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n  (I'm tha King)\n  Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n  Ya songs okay but I'm on fire\n  (I'm tha King)\n  24 inches on my rims and tires\n\n  I'm tha King of the South, there is none flyer\n  (I'm tha King)\n  Sucker MC's outta call me sire\n  Thought you was on top\n  (I'm tha King)\n  I pass right by ya\n  I will not stop and I won't retire\n\n  I'm tha King\n  I'm tha King\n  I'm tha King\n  I'm tha King\n  I'm tha King\n"},{"id":18775850,"name":"31 - Late Night King Ft Trae Tha Truth Jeremih And Ty Dolla Sign","trackName":"31 - Late Night King Ft Trae Tha Truth Jeremih And Ty Dolla Sign","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Rare King","duration":237.374694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\nHenny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\nI done damn near got them pissed at each other\nRunning out of time, ticked at each other\nRunning out of time, ticked at 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can't hold out\nAll over everywhere\nShe hit me, I'm sending her checks just to get her there\nI bet she leave that nigga there\nLook at her underwear area\nLong as the quanity's quality, the more the merrier\nBet they break up like T-Mobile carriers\nTold her, she thought that shit was hilarious\nThought that shit was hilarious\nShit, I'ma bend her over right quick\nI'm sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with\nPut that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on\nHe don't know shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 31 - Late Night King Ft Trae Tha Truth Jeremih And Ty Dolla Sign\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Rare King\n  duration_ms: 237375\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Hitting nothing when I pull up forward\n  [?] numbers but got an explorer\n  See you see it, know it, not me cause my money don't need it\n  Durant with no gym, if I shoot bitch I'm scoring\n  King late night, ho come find out\n  I deep end dive in, when I finish I climb out\n  Giving me head, I call it blowing the mind out\n  If she ain't bout action I might just put her in time out\n  I'm a player so I can't choose\n  Got em searching for a nigga with the same clues\n  Pimp truth, me and Pimp got the same views\n  Fly with it like I'm Jordan, nigga same shoes\n  Anything she talking bout she better be about\n  If she not she walking out, I hate to see it\n  Bout that action, everything\n  No listing every way, you cannot stay\n  And that's the way I'm raised\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  First came in dissing each other, now I got em all kissing each other\n  Want a coach and I just put em in\n  Phil Jackson shit, girl we gone win\n  Got the bait, I just reel em in\n  Section 8, now she to the top\n  She look better naked but she like to shop\n  Picture me and you in coupe without the top\n  Monday in the Duly, Friday in the drop\n  As I pull up valet, yo I keep my keys\n  Turned up like the seventies\n  Sex tape filmed in 7D\n  I fucked your bitch and filmed it\n  Dolla $ign Spielberg\n  My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ\n  All I smoke is OG, motherfuck the police\n  Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)\n  OG, all my bitches love me\n  Bitch I think I'm Gucci\n  Then she suck that dick up, I'ma eat that coochie\n  I like my cars drop top\n  At the light getting top, she going up\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  I'm in this 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I have no I\n  Dea why the bitch gotta be so fly\n  And why the pussy so good, head so fine\n  Trying not to bust, nigga can't hold out\n  All over everywhere\n  She hit me, I'm sending her checks just to get her there\n  I bet she leave that nigga there\n  Look at her underwear area\n  Long as the quanity's quality, the more the merrier\n  Bet they break up like T-Mobile carriers\n  Told her, she thought that shit was hilarious\n  Thought that shit was hilarious\n  Shit, I'ma bend her over right quick\n  I'm sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with\n  Put that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on\n  He don't know shit\n"},{"id":36613092,"name":"Late Night King (feat. 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she walking out, I hate to see it\n  Bout that action, everything\n  No listing every way, you cannot stay\n  And that's the way I'm raised\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  First came in dissing each other, now I got em all kissing each other\n  Want a coach and I just put em in\n  Phil Jackson shit, girl we gone win\n  Got the bait, I just reel em in\n  Section 8, now she to the top\n  She look better naked but she like to shop\n  Picture me and you in coupe without the top\n  Monday in the Duly, Friday in the drop\n  As I pull up valet, yo I keep my keys\n  Turned up like the seventies\n  Sex tape filmed in 7D\n  I fucked your bitch and filmed it\n  Dolla $ign Spielberg\n  My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ\n  All I smoke is OG, motherfuck the police\n  Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)\n  OG, all my bitches love me\n  Bitch I think I'm Gucci\n  Then she suck that dick up, I'ma eat that coochie\n  I like my cars drop top\n  At the light getting top, she going up\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  I'm in this night life, politicking\n  Politician, bet this ho listen\n  Pacific, no DC fishing\n  The play for Trae, ain't shit here missing\n  Bitches with bitches, she [?] over\n  She say she want rod I might pull it over\n  Tryna make me stand up while she bending over\n  Begging me to [?] whip it like baking soda\n  Her nigga [?] so I'm taking over\n  Look at that ass, she might get the business\n  Talking so much, you might never finish\n  The way you sit up, talking broke a Guinness\n  I'm like a four door old school\n  Double slide through the city, Truth so cool\n  Ain't no telling what might happen when I roll through\n  I'm an asshole baby, ain't no rules\n  I'm the king of the bankroll\n  Rubber band ain't even gone fit that\n  Everywhere I go I see another stank ho\n  Asking me why I ain't never hit that\n  Hit that bitch in the back of the trap house\n  See me and she holler out there how you gone act now\n  Run it, and like that I done it\n  Shove some' fat into her flat stomach\n  I have no I\n  Dea why the bitch gotta be so fly\n  And why the pussy so good, head so fine\n  Trying not to bust, nigga can't hold out\n  All over everywhere\n  She hit me, I'm sending her checks just to get her there\n  I bet she leave that nigga there\n  Look at her underwear area\n  Long as the quanity's quality, the more the merrier\n  Bet they break up like T-Mobile carriers\n  Told her, she thought that shit was hilarious\n  Thought that shit was hilarious\n  Shit, I'ma bend her over right quick\n  I'm sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with\n  Put that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on\n  He don't know shit\n"},{"id":28059947,"name":"Tha King (Screwed version)","trackName":"Tha King (Screwed version)","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Urban Legend (Chopped & Screwed)","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Live from the gridiron, DJ Paul Wall\nT.I.P., Urban Legend\nIt's the South baby\nThe regular version in stores now, go pick it up\n5Th Quad Click, what they talkin' about\n\nAll hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\nIf he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\nAll hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\nIf he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\nAll hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\nIf he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\n\nIt's been seen, shown and evident, Atlanta's known\nThe king been the one representin' all of Atlanta zone\n\nSee back when niggas was representin' Atlanta wrong\nEvery shot he got he put the hoods of Atlanta on\nThe big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on\n\nMass presence from Texas to Alabama strong\nFrom down in Miami up to Louisiana homes\nFrom the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home\nI'm well connected haters, best to mind your manners homes\nGot a nickel plated .38, but ain't a hammer chrome\n\nAnd it shine like the shit I set the Phantom on\nAnd it see me ridin' gettin' blown, sack a saxophone\nShawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on\nIf I ain't on your tube dude, you must got 'em shallow wrong\n\nI'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\nSucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\nYour songs okay, but I'm right by ya\n24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired\nI'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\nSucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\nThought you was on top, but I passed right by ya\nI will not stop, and I won't retire\n\nI came, I saw, I conquered\nWith no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors\nI came, I saw, I conquered\nWith no big names, 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bend just to win, but I ain't finna break\nMost you niggas fake, and I'll say it in you niggas face\n\nI'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\nSucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\nYour songs okay, but I'm right by ya\n24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired\nI'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\nSucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\nThought you was on top, but I passed right by ya\nI will not stop, and I won't retire\n\nMotivation, haters better get on your job\nTell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\nMotivation, haters better get on your job\nTell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\nMotivation, haters better get on your job\nTell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\nMotivation, sucka niggas better get on your job\nIf you hatin', get on your job nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.80] Live from the gridiron, DJ Paul Wall\n[00:05.10] T.I.P., Urban Legend\n[00:08.61] It's the South baby\n[00:12.02] The regular version in stores now, go pick it up\n[00:14.23] 5Th Quad Click, what they talkin' about\n[00:22.40] \n[00:28.19] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\n[00:36.68] If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\n[00:39.78] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\n[00:43.25] If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\n[00:46.40] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne\n[00:49.83] If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone\n[00:53.54] It's been seen, shown and evident, Atlanta's known\n[00:56.36] The king been the one representin' all of Atlanta zone\n[01:00.19] See back when niggas was representin' Atlanta wrong\n[01:03.18] Every shot he got he put the hoods of Atlanta on\n[01:06.60] The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on\n[01:10.09] Mass presence from Texas to Alabama strong\n[01:13.26] From down in Miami up to Louisiana homes\n[01:16.34] From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home\n[01:19.89] I'm well connected haters, best to mind your manners homes\n[01:22.99] Got a nickel plated .38, but ain't a hammer chrome\n[01:26.63] And it shine like the shit I set the Phantom on\n[01:29.50] And it see me ridin' gettin' blown, sack a saxophone\n[01:33.26] Shawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on\n[01:36.29] If I ain't on your tube dude, you must got 'em shallow wrong\n[01:39.67] I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\n[01:42.79] Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\n[01:45.74] Your songs okay, but I'm right by ya\n[01:49.40] 24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired\n[01:52.11] I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\n[01:55.89] Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\n[01:59.11] Thought you was on top, but I passed right by ya\n[02:02.32] I will not stop, and I won't retire\n[02:05.50] I came, I saw, I conquered\n[02:08.13] With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors\n[02:11.85] I came, I saw, I conquered\n[02:14.70] With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors\n[02:18.32] I came, I saw, I conquered\n[02:20.92] With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors\n[02:25.25] Just some game, and a flow that was bonkers\n[02:27.63] Nigga front if you want, I dead niggas like the bitches my moms\n[02:31.56] Now you can go, say I ain't warned ya, don't let it alarm ya\n[02:35.70] You leakin' leakin', and the reapers upon ya\n[02:38.69] Speak on me, and I'm creepin' up on ya\n[02:41.15] Sayin' I ain't the king, but you just\n[02:42.99] Sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya?\n[02:45.09] All the hate, got no time to respond, I'm busy tryin' to conjure\n[02:49.15] A way to get this currency longer\n[02:51.54] Ain't my fault your record company conned ya\n[02:54.04] Signin' the deal shy of a mill, cause they really ain't want ya\n[02:58.24] Movin' yay, it's safe to say that they onto\n[03:00.74] So it's time to move on to state to state\n[03:03.08] And get cake sellin' bigger stakes\n[03:05.54] I'm the king of the South now, but it's 50 states\n[03:08.61] I'ma spread out now, eliminate who in the way\n[03:12.17] I'm 24 today, give me 'til I'm 28\n[03:15.02] I'll be ruler of all that I survey, and that's just in the state\n[03:18.92] See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break\n[03:21.84] Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in you niggas face\n[03:25.36] I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\n[03:28.37] Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\n[03:31.49] Your songs okay, but I'm right by ya\n[03:35.18] 24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired\n[03:37.82] I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer\n[03:41.52] Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia\n[03:44.88] Thought you was on top, but I passed right by ya\n[03:48.08] I will not stop, and I won't retire\n[03:52.60] Motivation, haters better get on your job\n[04:00.90] Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\n[04:02.46] Motivation, haters better get on your job\n[04:02.46] Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\n[04:04.26] Motivation, haters better get on your job\n[04:07.52] Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga\n[04:10.85] Motivation, sucka 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purr\nSippin' on the lean so a nigga might slur\nPromethazine make my vision go blur\nAnd these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr\nSo cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go\nCause my prezzy rose gold\nAnd I'm ballin' Pro Bowl\nRomo niggas quarterbackin' with my old ho\nBut I ain't trippin, YOLO nigga\nNiggas say they keep it [?] but it ain't like that\nTry me I go hard in the paint right quick\nLaugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch\nIn a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks\nBank roll like [?] with a bit like diddy\nBroke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique\nGot shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch\nI call her right quick, she'll get on my dick\nNigga get like that, get like that\nFuck ass nigga come and get like that\nGet like that, get like that\nSucka ass nigga can't get like that\nCome and get like that, get like that\nPussy ass niggas can't get like that\nCome and get like that, get like that\nYa'll sucka niggas can't get like that\nYeah\nRidin' in this audi? pull up in 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check yourself\nExtendo clip nigga check my belt\nAll we do is get money in the game I rep\nHustle gang over everything nigga no exceptions\nTalking crazy on the phone, I can't hear you no reception\nA nigga try me and it's on, have mercy god bless him\nI'm the mothafucking king why i care about a [?]\nI'm chasing the [?] all I'm getting is the money\nLame ass niggas can't get shit from me\nI got a group of young niggas go and hit licks for me\nAs for haters, fuck em mane, never did shit for me\n75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck\nKill a nigga get a life sentence, done it for respect\nBlack rolls at the red another one in front of that\nWith a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back\nA nigga try to do respect I ain't playin' none of that\nShawty hit em with the Tech lay the nigga on his back\nNigga don't want this nigga check that\nNiggas say they keep it [?] but it ain't like that\nTry me I go hard in the paint right quick\nLaugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch\nIn a 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Try me I go hard in the paint right quick\n  Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch\n  In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks\n  Bank roll like [?] with a bit like diddy\n  Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique\n  Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch\n  I call her right quick, she'll get on my dick\n  Nigga get like that, get like that\n  Fuck ass nigga come and get like that\n  Get like that, get like that\n  Sucka ass nigga can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Pussy ass niggas can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that\n  Yeah\n  Ridin' in this audi? pull up in something you can't claim\n  Crown me in the city as king it ain't changed\n  Ain't no nigga hotter then me I'm covered in flames\n  I elevated the chains so haters could look strange\n  Young nigga fly on they ass, I got wings\n  Couple of trained shooters for haters, we got game\n  Still pull up in the hood get work and dumb change\n  Then pull up in your city get head and jump planes\n  Southwest rockstar, guns n roses\n  Bunch of heavy metal take a bullet to load this\n  Been a stiff nigga bet yo ass can't fold this\n  Niggas on dick tell them niggas to hold this\n  All black coupe you ain't seen how I rolled this\n  Everything ice nigga ain't I the coldest\n  Top laid back bitch I'm easy to notice\n  100 grand cash makes it easy to focus\n  Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless\n  Straight up out of the gutter with the rest of the roaches\n  Louis vuitton belt put it right where the toast is\n  Puttin' bad bitches on my team like coaches\n  I ain't hit the block i call plays\n  Run off in that pussy then I probably part ways\n  Hustle gang bitch, count money all day\n  At the club [?] ball on em all day\n  Niggas say they keep it [?] but it ain't like that\n  Try me I go hard in the paint right quick\n  Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch\n  In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks\n  Bank roll like diddy [?]\n  Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique\n  Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch\n  I call her right quick, she'll get on my dick\n  Nigga get like that, get like that\n  Fuck ass nigga come and get like that\n  Get like that, get like that\n  Sucka ass nigga can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Pussy ass niggas can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that\n  Hundred in my pocket and my partner stayin trippin'\n  With a bunch of Cali niggas in the neighborhood crippin'\n  A nigga want to talk, send a nigga on a mission\n  Hit a nigga with a chopper make a nigga come up missing\n  Play no game nigga know my real\n  Save me the trouble nigga check yourself\n  Extendo clip nigga check my belt\n  All we do is get money in the game I rep\n  Hustle gang over everything nigga no exceptions\n  Talking crazy on the phone, I can't hear you no reception\n  A nigga try me and it's on, have mercy god bless him\n  I'm the mothafucking king why i care about a [?]\n  I'm chasing the [?] all I'm getting is the money\n  Lame ass niggas can't get shit from me\n  I got a group of young niggas go and hit licks for me\n  As for haters, fuck em mane, never did shit for me\n  75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck\n  Kill a nigga get a life sentence, done it for respect\n  Black rolls at the red another one in front of that\n  With a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back\n  A nigga try to do respect I ain't playin' none of that\n  Shawty hit em with the Tech lay the nigga on his back\n  Nigga don't want this nigga check that\n  Niggas say they keep it [?] but it ain't like that\n  Try me I go hard in the paint right quick\n  Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch\n  In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks\n  Bank roll like [?]\n  Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique\n  Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch\n  I call her right quick, she'll get on my dick\n  Nigga get like that, get like that\n  Fuck ass nigga come and get like that\n  Get like that, get like that\n  Sucka ass nigga can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Pussy ass niggas can't get like that\n  Come and get like that, get like that\n  Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that\n"},{"id":29707445,"name":"I Gotta Call Earl","trackName":"I Gotta Call Earl","artistName":"King T","albumName":"Tha Triflin’ Album","duration":20.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Gotta Call Earl\n  artist: King T\n  album: Tha Triflin’ Album\n  duration_ms: 20000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":18155413,"name":"I Believe","trackName":"I Believe","artistName":"Trae tha Truth feat. Mama C & Big K.R.I.T.","albumName":"I Am King","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I never thought God would be so close, I can feel it within my reach\nMy life say church is on the move though it's minus the one who preach\nThey say success will bring you pain, I say struggle and bring the same\nI used to fight to duck the rain, going through hell like I'm in chains\nI truly feel this shit in cycle, like Michael, I'm tryna take flight\nThe sun don't shine forever, now I'm like f.ck it\nGo and give a nigga the right light, hope that I'm focused\nCan't lose my faith and go hopeless, been praying hard, hope God noticed\nI'm on my way, I feel God on this\nSo close, I can't blow this, told Niko I'd make her proud\nI don't make it, just know I gave it all that I could, one peep facing this crowd\nYeah, I believe just like my grandfather did 'fore he passed\nThey tell me God don't make mistakes, even the time it passed\nI just hope I last to see it, my past been a disaster\nGot shot once but I'm still here, my smoke clearing up faster\nYeah, I believe something gonna give and won't nothing get took away\n11/59, excuse me, let me pray\n\nYeah, I'm not sure I'm supposed to ease my pain\nThis would be my first confession since I got some change\nNo, I ain't been the same, no, I ain't the same person\nHow can I shine when all my people hurting?\nHow can I ride with all these jackals lurking?\nHow can I say things will be ok when I can't be for certain?\nMy momma told me she praying for the hope the bread working\nI watch the news, look how we do, I'm thinking lord, have mercy\nYeah, I still think to the chase of fame and rubber bands\nThere's no excuse for what I've done, I know you understand\nI've been a man in situations I should've stayed a child\nBut when you young and people dying, it makes it hard to smile\nI've done enough in the eyes of me, but that ain't enough at all\nBefore I came to You, I searched, but there was no one to call\nY'all lost things and I've lost family in the midst of all this wrath\nStill, I lose my faith and I'm dying to get it back\n'Cause I believe","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Believe\n  artist: Trae tha Truth feat. Mama C & Big K.R.I.T.\n  album: I Am King\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I never thought God would be so close, I can feel it within my reach\n  My life say church is on the move though it's minus the one who preach\n  They say success will bring you pain, I say struggle and bring the same\n  I used to fight to duck the rain, going through hell like I'm in chains\n  I truly feel this shit in cycle, like Michael, I'm tryna take flight\n  The sun don't shine forever, now I'm like f.ck it\n  Go and give a nigga the right light, hope that I'm focused\n  Can't lose my faith and go hopeless, been praying hard, hope God noticed\n  I'm on my way, I feel God on this\n  So close, I can't blow this, told Niko I'd make her proud\n  I don't make it, just know I gave it all that I could, one peep facing this crowd\n  Yeah, I believe just like my grandfather did 'fore he passed\n  They tell me God don't make mistakes, even the time it passed\n  I just hope I last to see it, my past been a disaster\n  Got shot once but I'm still here, my smoke clearing up faster\n  Yeah, I believe something gonna give and won't nothing get took away\n  11/59, excuse me, let me pray\n\n  Yeah, I'm not sure I'm supposed to ease my pain\n  This would be my first confession since I got some change\n  No, I ain't been the same, no, I ain't the same person\n  How can I shine when all my people hurting?\n  How can I ride with all these jackals lurking?\n  How can I say things will be ok when I can't be for certain?\n  My momma told me she praying for the hope the bread working\n  I watch the news, look how we do, I'm thinking lord, have mercy\n  Yeah, I still think to the chase of fame and rubber bands\n  There's no excuse for what I've done, I know you understand\n  I've been a man in situations I should've stayed a child\n  But when you young and people dying, it makes it hard to smile\n  I've done enough in the eyes of me, but that ain't enough at all\n  Before I came to You, I searched, but there was no one to call\n  Y'all lost things and I've lost family in the midst of all this wrath\n  Still, I lose my faith and I'm dying to get it back\n  'Cause I believe\n"},{"id":25832009,"name":"What It Do (ft. T.I.)","trackName":"What It Do (ft. T.I.)","artistName":"Trae tha Truth","albumName":"Hustle King","duration":182.253424,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga what it do, nigga what it do\nNigga what it do, nigga what it do\n\nNigga what it do, I don't give a fuck bout that\nAll I really wanna buy rap, ridin around in my trap\nDon't know nobody better be strapped\nAnd young nigga better beware\nShawty we about that life, get ya snatched out that life\nNigga better act right, cause my homeboy bomb on sight\nWhen it's on, know it's on, alright?\nNigga don't want no problem, nigga don't want no drama\nNigga know I'mma, head bust a nigga kill robber\nHundred round drum fully automatic carbon\nHustle Gang in this bitch, all we wanna do is get rich\nAll we do is hit licks, all you ass niggas better get kicks\nGot a problem with a nigga better pray it get fixed\nRide all night on niggas, I'mma real OG I don't like those niggas\nAR-15 on sight for a nigga, won't take\nA loss, I'll take a life though nigga\nNigga I ain't feelin you lame, if I got\nA problem I be dealin with that thang\nHustle Gang nigga let bang, fuck around get shot\nBut young nigga be wearin that chain\n\nNigga what it do, nigga what it do\nNigga what it do, nigga what it do\n\nI'm in this Lambo playin with a choppa\nI don't give a fuck about nothin\nHear niggas talkin, if you ask me niggas bluffin\nI bet I had the whole hood bussin\nAin't no discussion nigga what the business\nKnock off niggas teeth, remove em like a dentist\nI trip and send bullets bigger than a tennis\nUnload and keep goin like I couldn't finish\nNigga I'm the king of the streets, ain't nobody finna sit in this seat\nBitch get beat, I'll put em in a coma fuck sleep\nThis heat'll have you lookin for your feet, bullets all in your cheek\nCheek, I dare a nigga speak, this tool leave a nigga with a leak\nI'll pull up on your block with a ass hole team that'll rock\nMake noise you can hear for a week, nigga what it do?\nI'm about whatever you bout bitch\nI don't get you in the hood then I'mma fuck up your house bitch\nRun up on the Truth, yeah that's somethin I doubt bitch\nI'mma hit you with that light, can't nobody cut out bitch\nABM motherfucker nothin else to it\nI bomb first can't nobody else do it\nIf I owe you guarantee you I'mma get that\nI don't get back I'mma run your ass through it\n\nNigga what it do, nigga what it do\nNigga what it do, nigga what it do","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What It Do (ft. 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Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign & T.I.\n  album: Tha Truth\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Hitting nothing when I pull up forward\n  [?] numbers but got an explorer\n  See you see it, know it, not me cause my money don't need it\n  Durant with no gym, if I shoot bitch I'm scoring\n  King late night, ho come find out\n  I deep end dive in, when I finish I climb out\n  Giving me head, I call it blowing the mind out\n  If she ain't bout action I might just put her in time out\n  I'm a player so I can't choose\n  Got em searching for a nigga with the same clues\n  Pimp truth, me and Pimp got the same views\n  Fly with it like I'm Jordan, nigga same shoes\n  Anything she talking bout she better be about\n  If she not she walking out, I hate to see it\n  Bout that action, everything\n  No listing every way, you cannot stay\n  And that's the way I'm raised\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  First came in dissing each other, now I got em all kissing each other\n  Want a coach and I just put em in\n  Phil Jackson shit, girl we gone win\n  Got the bait, I just reel em in\n  Section 8, now she to the top\n  She look better naked but she like to shop\n  Picture me and you in coupe without the top\n  Monday in the Duly, Friday in the drop\n  As I pull up valet, yo I keep my keys\n  Turned up like the seventies\n  Sex tape filmed in 7D\n  I fucked your bitch and filmed it\n  Dolla $ign Spielberg\n  My life is a movie, shout out to my DJ\n  All I smoke is OG, motherfuck the police\n  Shout my nigga Trae tha Truth (H-Town, H-Town)\n  OG, all my bitches love me\n  Bitch I think I'm Gucci\n  Then she suck that dick up, I'ma eat that coochie\n  I like my cars drop top\n  At the light getting top, she going up\n  She got a body of a goddess, hell of a night\n  Henny, Don P, and 'tron on ice\n  I done damn near got them pissed at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  Running out of time, ticked at each other\n  I'm in this night life, politicking\n  Politician, bet this ho listen\n  Pacific, no DC fishing\n  The play for Trae, ain't shit here missing\n  Bitches with bitches, she [?] over\n  She say she want rod I might pull it over\n  Tryna make me stand up while she bending over\n  Begging me to [?] whip it like baking soda\n  Her nigga [?] so I'm taking over\n  Look at that ass, she might get the business\n  Talking so much, you might never finish\n  The way you sit up, talking broke a Guinness\n  I'm like a four door old school\n  Double slide through the city, Truth so cool\n  Ain't no telling what might happen when I roll through\n  I'm an asshole baby, ain't no rules\n  I'm the king of the bankroll\n  Rubber band ain't even gone fit that\n  Everywhere I go I see another stank ho\n  Asking me why I ain't never hit that\n  Hit that bitch in the back of the trap house\n  See me and she holler out there how you gone act now\n  Run it, and like that I done it\n  Shove some' fat into her flat stomach\n  I have no I\n  Dea why the bitch gotta be so fly\n  And why the pussy so good, head so fine\n  Trying not to bust, nigga can't hold out\n  All over everywhere\n  She hit me, I'm sending her checks just to get her there\n  I bet she leave that nigga there\n  Look at her underwear area\n  Long as the quanity's quality, the more the merrier\n  Bet they break up like T-Mobile carriers\n  Told her, she thought that shit was hilarious\n  Thought that shit was hilarious\n  Shit, I'ma bend her over right quick\n  I'm sick of waiting on that pussy, finna go and get it over with\n  Put that ass in motion, and send her home to her man later on\n  He don't know shit\n"},{"id":18082534,"name":"4 tha 1’s","trackName":"4 tha 1’s","artistName":"Big K.R.I.T.","albumName":"Last King 2: God’s Machine","duration":157.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I did it for the ones that never had\nThe players that never will\nRide old schools ingrained in\nWheels of Steel\nI know about the slums and hard times\nBoats and sewers lines\nCops that kick doors in\nBlack eye shines\nThis more than rhymes\nI do it for the ones\nI ain't the one for politicin'\nJust liquor bottle sippin'\nOne the corners with my partners talkin' life after death\nAnd the meaning of empty boxes that sit on my shelf\nToo real to beg for meals, too proud to ask for help\nI know we pray, we sell weed, married for life\nTo this game we in my friend passed the rice\nLet's get it, more than we got it\nFillin' my pockets\nWith petty dreams, of being king of parking lot and\nMy homie lobby until they shot him\nPolo down blood spotted, so why bother\nBeing fresh, when you ain't fly enough for death\nI don't do this for my health\nBut for those that ain't here\nI do it for those with less fortune\nThey ain't got a lot but yet they still bless they portion\nMy mic got distortion but I talk this shit regardless\nThankful for my oddness in the neighborhood that birthed me\nBut then I talk that shit that make the government research me\nYea, I do my best, Pimp is gone, Bun here, after death I do the rest\nHow do me, and hopefully, they may say easy to do you\nKnow you feel like it's in vain sometimes, nigga, we do too\nWe boohoo\nThen we laugh, then we get up off our ass\nQuietly acquire fortune so we yellin' free at last\nWe are so much more than any condo we ever closed\nCan we keep if we get it, shit we never know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 tha 1’s\n  artist: Big K.R.I.T.\n  album: 'Last King 2: God’s Machine'\n  duration_ms: 157000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I did it for 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bless they portion\n  My mic got distortion but I talk this shit regardless\n  Thankful for my oddness in the neighborhood that birthed me\n  But then I talk that shit that make the government research me\n  Yea, I do my best, Pimp is gone, Bun here, after death I do the rest\n  How do me, and hopefully, they may say easy to do you\n  Know you feel like it's in vain sometimes, nigga, we do too\n  We boohoo\n  Then we laugh, then we get up off our ass\n  Quietly acquire fortune so we yellin' free at last\n  We are so much more than any condo we ever closed\n  Can we keep if we get it, shit we never know\n"}]