[{"id":12891804,"name":"I'm On 2.0","trackName":"I'm On 2.0","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"Tha Blackprint Edition - Slabbed","duration":569.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Return of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nReturn of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nToday is the day I get out on my feet\nRemove them chains, they shackled on me\nPress my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\nCause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\nTryna use me up 'til my tank on E\nThen leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\nFor a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\nSoon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\nMake 'em swallow the base from the sugar\nI'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\nI'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\nI gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\nThey used to be the fly shit back in '95\nBut now I want a crib and a car I can drive\nAnd ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\nGotta leave them childish games alone\nNigga I'm on\nI'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\nI know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\nI'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\nI'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\nUsed to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\nI'm the truth nigga something that your name not\nA thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\nIt ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\nTell 'em I'm on something like city lights\nI used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\nNow a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\nYou can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\nTell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\nI'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\nSo I can fail 'em?\nPull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\nAnd jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\nI'm on top of my game yo, the OG\nGrand daddy kush, cocaine flow\nI'm about that Cash not that Tango\nHead shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\nClaim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\nI be in the hood, all the places you can't go\nVisuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\nResiduals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\nHoes only after your bankroll\nStay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\nYeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\nI protect my neck I carry the thing yo\nI'm on the same shit that the boss is on\nDo it for those in the feds, up north or gone\nI'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\nIt's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\nYeha I'm on]\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\nEternally grateful for the support\nMade the cover of The Source\nFlashback to the ports the city of no remorse\nWhere they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\nMay the force be with you, bullet hit you\nYou bleed and I bleed with you\nMama please when you greave damn I greave with you\nThis a preview I see you in the summer\nMy new shit dumber, I'm on\nLife at the bottom is devastating\nYou're hardly ever debated\nThe party is obligated\nBy suckers that wanna be you\nAnd never live with in matrix\nAnd never ever related to struggle and dedication\nYour hustle is nominated\nAnonymous then you faded\nThe promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\nThey vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\nJust wish them happy belated\nFuck you I made it, I'm on\nTokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\nMinutes turn to hours and hours to pay\nThe days turn to nights but the nights never change\nIt's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\nBut now it's company policy\nI'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\nAnd they say Bob man it's good to have you back\nBut I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\nThinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\nI was four now I'm 22 on tour\nOne two shots of my life, barely hold on\nBut I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\nWith mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\nYoung nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\nAnd they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\nI'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\nTell the law we above the law\nGod bless Amen, every lost soul\nAnd the group so good went solo\nGlobe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\nNigga thought you knew what I do\nRolling through ya area, double RR coupe\nPenthouse level, now we only party on the roof\nBitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\nLast King YMCMB\nUsed to run around the hood picking honeys up\nNow I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\nUsed to be slept on like a pillow\nWent from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\nNow its money in my mental\nAnd women get sentimental huh\nIt's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\nYellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\nStand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\nWhen the world spins around and around on its axis\nBoys flip from town to town with the package\nStuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\nSending clowns underground for practice\nThe fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\nBut never in the battle when the drama goes down\nEasy to be the boss from behind the wall\nBut be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\nCause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\nYou gotta show love to where you from all day\nAnd when the going gets rough\nDon't get to going, get to staying\nPut it down for your people\nKnow the land know what I'm saying\nI'm on\nI'm On","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm On 2.0\n  artist: Trae Tha Truth\n  album: Tha Blackprint Edition - Slabbed\n  duration_ms: 569000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Return of the mack\n  You know that I'll be back\n  Return of the mack\n  You know that I'll be back\n  Today is the day I get out on my feet\n  Remove them chains, they shackled on me\n  Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\n  Cause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\n  Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E\n  Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\n  For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\n  Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\n  Make 'em swallow the base from the sugar\n  I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\n  I'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\n  I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\n  They used to be the fly shit back in '95\n  But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n  And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\n  Gotta leave them childish games alone\n  Nigga I'm on\n  I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\n  I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\n  I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n  I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n  Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\n  I'm the truth nigga something that your name not\n  A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n  It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\n  Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights\n  I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\n  Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\n  I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\n  So I can fail 'em?\n  Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\n  And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n  I'm on top of my game yo, the OG\n  Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that Cash not that Tango\n  Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\n  Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\n  Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\n  I protect my neck I carry the thing yo\n  I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n  Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone\n  I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\n  It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\n  Yeha I'm on]\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n  Eternally grateful for the support\n  Made the cover of The Source\n  Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse\n  Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n  May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n  You bleed and I bleed with you\n  Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you\n  This a preview I see you in the summer\n  My new shit dumber, I'm on\n  Life at the bottom is devastating\n  You're hardly ever debated\n  The party is obligated\n  By suckers that wanna be you\n  And never live with in matrix\n  And never ever related to struggle and dedication\n  Your hustle is nominated\n  Anonymous then you faded\n  The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\n  They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\n  Just wish them happy belated\n  Fuck you I made it, I'm on\n  Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\n  Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay\n  The days turn to nights but the nights never change\n  It's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\n  But now it's company policy\n  I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\n  And they say Bob man it's good to have you back\n  But I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\n  Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\n  I was four now I'm 22 on tour\n  One two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\n  Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\n  And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\n  I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n  Tell the law we above the law\n  God bless Amen, every lost soul\n  And the group so good went solo\n  Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  Nigga thought you knew what I do\n  Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe\n  Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\n  Last King YMCMB\n  Used to run around the hood picking honeys up\n  Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  Now its money in my mental\n  And women get sentimental huh\n  It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\n  Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\n  Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\n  When the world spins around and around on its axis\n  Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  Sending clowns underground for practice\n  The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\n  But never in the battle when the drama goes down\n  Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  But be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\n  Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\n  You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  And when the going gets rough\n  Don't get to going, get to staying\n  Put it down for your people\n  Know the land know what I'm saying\n  I'm on\n  I'm On\n"},{"id":29659750,"name":"I'm On 2.0","trackName":"I'm On 2.0","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"Black Print","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Return of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nReturn of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nToday is the day I get out on my feet\nRemove them chains, they shackled on me\nPress my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\nCause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\nTryna use me up 'til my tank on E\nThen leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\nFor a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\nSoon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\nMake 'em swallow the base from the sugar\nI'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\nI'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\nI gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\nThey used to be the fly shit back in '95\nBut now I want a crib and a car I can drive\nAnd ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\nGotta leave them childish games alone\nNigga I'm on\nI'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\nI know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\nI'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\nI'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\nUsed to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\nI'm the truth nigga something that your name not\nA thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\nIt ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\nTell 'em I'm on something like city lights\nI used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\nNow a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\nYou can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\nTell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\nI'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\nSo I can fail 'em?\nPull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\nAnd jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\nI'm on top of my game yo, the OG\nGrand daddy kush, cocaine flow\nI'm about that Cash not that Tango\nHead shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\nClaim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\nI be in the hood, all the places you can't go\nVisuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\nResiduals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\nHoes only after your bankroll\nStay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\nYeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\nI protect my neck I carry the thing yo\nI'm on the same shit that the boss is on\nDo it for those in the feds, up north or gone\nI'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\nIt's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\nYeha I'm on]\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\nEternally grateful for the support\nMade the cover of The Source\nFlashback to the ports the city of no remorse\nWhere they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\nMay the force be with you, bullet hit you\nYou bleed and I bleed with you\nMama please when you greave damn I greave with you\nThis a preview I see you in the summer\nMy new shit dumber, I'm on\nLife at the bottom is devastating\nYou're hardly ever debated\nThe party is obligated\nBy suckers that wanna be you\nAnd never live with in matrix\nAnd never ever related to struggle and dedication\nYour hustle is nominated\nAnonymous then you faded\nThe promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\nThey vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\nJust wish them happy belated\nFuck you I made it, I'm on\nTokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\nMinutes turn to hours and hours to pay\nThe days turn to nights but the nights never change\nIt's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\nBut now it's company policy\nI'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\nAnd they say Bob man it's good to have you back\nBut I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\nThinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\nI was four now I'm 22 on tour\nOne two shots of my life, barely hold on\nBut I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\nWith mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\nYoung nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\nAnd they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\nI'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\nTell the law we above the law\nGod bless Amen, every lost soul\nAnd the group so good went solo\nGlobe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\nNigga thought you knew what I do\nRolling through ya area, double RR coupe\nPenthouse level, now we only party on the roof\nBitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\nLast King YMCMB\nUsed to run around the hood picking honeys up\nNow I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\nUsed to be slept on like a pillow\nWent from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\nNow its money in my mental\nAnd women get sentimental huh\nIt's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\nYellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\nStand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\nWhen the world spins around and around on its axis\nBoys flip from town to town with the package\nStuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\nSending clowns underground for practice\nThe fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\nBut never in the battle when the drama goes down\nEasy to be the boss from behind the wall\nBut be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\nCause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\nYou gotta show love to where you from all day\nAnd when the going gets rough\nDon't get to going, get to staying\nPut it down for your people\nKnow the land know what I'm saying\nI'm on\nI'm On","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm On 2.0\n  artist: Trae Tha Truth\n  album: Black Print\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Return of the mack\n  You know that I'll be back\n  Return of the mack\n  You know that I'll be back\n  Today is the day I get out on my feet\n  Remove them chains, they shackled on me\n  Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\n  Cause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\n  Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E\n  Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\n  For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\n  Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\n  Make 'em swallow the base from the sugar\n  I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\n  I'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\n  I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\n  They used to be the fly shit back in '95\n  But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n  And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\n  Gotta leave them childish games alone\n  Nigga I'm on\n  I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\n  I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\n  I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n  I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n  Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\n  I'm the truth nigga something that your name not\n  A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n  It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\n  Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights\n  I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\n  Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\n  I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\n  So I can fail 'em?\n  Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\n  And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n  I'm on top of my game yo, the OG\n  Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that Cash not that Tango\n  Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\n  Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\n  Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\n  I protect my neck I carry the thing yo\n  I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n  Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone\n  I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\n  It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\n  Yeha I'm on]\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n  Eternally grateful for the support\n  Made the cover of The Source\n  Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse\n  Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n  May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n  You bleed and I bleed with you\n  Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you\n  This a preview I see you in the summer\n  My new shit dumber, I'm on\n  Life at the bottom is devastating\n  You're hardly ever debated\n  The party is obligated\n  By suckers that wanna be you\n  And never live with in matrix\n  And never ever related to struggle and dedication\n  Your hustle is nominated\n  Anonymous then you faded\n  The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\n  They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\n  Just wish them happy belated\n  Fuck you I made it, I'm on\n  Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\n  Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay\n  The days turn to nights but the nights never change\n  It's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\n  But now it's company policy\n  I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\n  And they say Bob man it's good to have you back\n  But I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\n  Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\n  I was four now I'm 22 on tour\n  One two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\n  Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\n  And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\n  I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n  Tell the law we above the law\n  God bless Amen, every lost soul\n  And the group so good went solo\n  Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  Nigga thought you knew what I do\n  Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe\n  Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\n  Last King YMCMB\n  Used to run around the hood picking honeys up\n  Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  Now its money in my mental\n  And women get sentimental huh\n  It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\n  Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\n  Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\n  When the world spins around and around on its axis\n  Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  Sending clowns underground for practice\n  The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\n  But never in the battle when the drama goes down\n  Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  But be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\n  Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\n  You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  And when the going gets rough\n  Don't get to going, get to staying\n  Put it down for your people\n  Know the land know what I'm saying\n  I'm on\n  I'm On\n"},{"id":18797005,"name":"Im on 2.0","trackName":"Im on 2.0","artistName":"Trae Tha Truth","albumName":"SXSW 2012 Showcasing Artists","duration":302.372708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Return of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nReturn of the mack\nYou know that I'll be back\nToday is the day I get out on my feet\nRemove them chains, they shackled on me\nPress my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\nCause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\nTryna use me up 'til my tank on E\nThen leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\nFor a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\nSoon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\nMake 'em swallow the base from the sugar\nI'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\nI'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\nI gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\nThey used to be the fly shit back in '95\nBut now I want a crib and a car I can drive\nAnd ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\nGotta leave them childish games alone\nNigga I'm on\nI'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\nI know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\nI'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\nI'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\nUsed to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\nI'm the truth nigga something that your name not\nA thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\nIt ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\nTell 'em I'm on something like city lights\nI used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\nNow a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\nYou can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\nTell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\nI'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\nSo I can fail 'em?\nPull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\nAnd jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\nI'm on top of my game yo, the OG\nGrand daddy kush, cocaine flow\nI'm about that Cash not that Tango\nHead shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\nClaim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\nI be in the hood, all the places you can't go\nVisuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\nResiduals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\nHoes only after your bankroll\nStay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\nYeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\nI protect my neck I carry the thing yo\nI'm on the same shit that the boss is on\nDo it for those in the feds, up north or gone\nI'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\nIt's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\nYeha I'm on]\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\nEternally grateful for the support\nMade the cover of The Source\nFlashback to the ports the city of no remorse\nWhere they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\nMay the force be with you, bullet hit you\nYou bleed and I bleed with you\nMama please when you greave damn I greave with you\nThis a preview I see you in the summer\nMy new shit dumber, I'm on\nLife at the bottom is devastating\nYou're hardly ever debated\nThe party is obligated\nBy suckers that wanna be you\nAnd never live with in matrix\nAnd never ever related to struggle and dedication\nYour hustle is nominated\nAnonymous then you faded\nThe promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\nThey vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\nJust wish them happy belated\nFuck you I made it, I'm on\nTokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\nMinutes turn to hours and hours to pay\nThe days 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 But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n  And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\n  Gotta leave them childish games alone\n  Nigga I'm on\n  I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\n  I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\n  I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n  I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n  Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\n  I'm the truth nigga something that your name not\n  A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n  It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\n  Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights\n  I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\n  Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\n  I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\n  So I can fail 'em?\n  Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\n  And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n  I'm on top of my game yo, the OG\n  Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that Cash not that Tango\n  Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\n  Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\n  Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\n  I protect my neck I carry the thing yo\n  I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n  Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone\n  I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\n  It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\n  Yeha I'm on]\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n  Eternally grateful for the support\n  Made the cover of The Source\n  Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse\n  Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n  May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n  You bleed and I bleed with you\n  Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you\n  This a preview I see you in the summer\n  My new shit dumber, I'm on\n  Life at the bottom is devastating\n  You're hardly ever debated\n  The party is obligated\n  By suckers that wanna be you\n  And never live with in matrix\n  And never ever related to struggle and dedication\n  Your hustle is nominated\n  Anonymous then you faded\n  The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\n  They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\n  Just wish them happy belated\n  Fuck you I made it, I'm on\n  Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\n  Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay\n  The days turn to nights but the nights never change\n  It's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\n  But now it's company policy\n  I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\n  And they say Bob man it's good to have you back\n  But I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\n  Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\n  I was four now I'm 22 on tour\n  One two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\n  Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\n  And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\n  I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n  Tell the law we above the law\n  God bless Amen, every lost soul\n  And the group so good went solo\n  Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  Nigga thought you knew what I do\n  Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe\n  Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\n  Last King YMCMB\n  Used to run around the hood picking honeys up\n  Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  Now its money in my mental\n  And women get sentimental huh\n  It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\n  Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\n  Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\n  When the world spins around and around on its axis\n  Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  Sending clowns underground for practice\n  The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\n  But never in the battle when the drama goes down\n  Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  But be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\n  Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\n  You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  And when the going gets rough\n  Don't get to going, get to staying\n  Put it down for your people\n  Know the land know what I'm saying\n  I'm on\n  I'm On\n"},{"id":29014939,"name":"I'm On 2.0 (Feat. 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hollering you fake\n[00:37.14] Make 'em swallow the bass from the Kicker\n[00:39.04] I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\n[00:41.48] I'd rather roll chrome rims than a swisha\n[00:43.76] I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\n[00:45.92] That used to be the fly shit back in '95\n[00:48.37] But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n[00:50.62] And ain't nobody out there help me 'cause I'm grown\n[00:53.26] Gotta leave them childish games alone, nigga, I'm on\n[00:56.00] I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of faith\n[00:58.37] I know he on his way, I'm hoping he don't make it late\n[01:00.53] I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n[01:03.06] I'm Trae Truth, you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n[01:05.06] Used to shoot for the stars, now my aim live\n[01:07.61] I'm the truth, nigga, something that your name not\n[01:09.79] A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n[01:12.13] It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can't rock\n[01:14.52] Tell 'em I'm on 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after your bankroll\n[01:52.80] Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes (narcs)\n[01:55.14] Yeah, I rep my set, I ain't in the gang, though (D-block)\n[01:57.70] I protect my neck, I carry the thing, yo (yeah)\n[01:59.87] I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n[02:02.06] Do it for those in the Feds, up North or gone\n[02:04.17] I'm on a winning streak, I done got my losses on\n[02:06.47] It's ironic 'cause even when I'm off, I'm on\n[02:08.73] Yeah, I'm on, uhh, what?\n[02:11.40] I'm on\n[02:13.53] I'm on\n[02:18.20] I'm on\n[02:20.82] I'm on\n[02:22.73] I'm on, oh, yeah\n[02:27.24] I'm on\n[02:28.45] I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n[02:29.62] Eternally grateful for the support, made the cover of the Source\n[02:32.46] Flashback to the ports, the city of no remorse\n[02:34.58] Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n[02:36.86] May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n[02:39.19] You bleed and I bleed with you\n[02:41.07] Mama, please, when you 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(yeah)\n[03:07.60] Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay (yeah)\n[03:09.76] The days turn to nights, but the nights never change (yeah)\n[03:11.71] It's funny how \"Time is money\" used to be a term of phrase (uh)\n[03:14.27] But now it's company policy, I'm no spokesperson (no, no)\n[03:16.53] No tricks, no gimmicks, no coercion (oh. no)\n[03:19.08] And they say, \"Bob, man, it's good to have you back\"\n[03:21.21] But I say, \"I have been here, where the fuck have y'all been at?\"\n[03:23.54] Thinking how 'Pac lived at 22\n[03:25.42] That's '93, I was four, now I'm 22 on tour\n[03:28.11] One, two shots of my life, barely hold on\n[03:30.46] But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n[03:32.56] With mic's on, lights on and they gon' applaud\n[03:35.15] Young nigga, Versace they never seen before\n[03:37.01] And they gon' watch me, wanna copy shit I got on\n[03:39.57] I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n[03:41.72] Tell the law we above the law, God bless, amen every lost soul\n[03:45.69] And the group so good, went solo\n[03:47.63] Globe-trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n[03:50.02] Nigga, thought you knew what I do\n[03:51.57] Rolling through ya area, Double R Coupe\n[03:53.49] Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n[03:55.70] Bitch, I'm a rebel, so I move how I wanna move\n[03:58.11] Last King, YMCMB\n[04:00.52] Used to run around the hood picking honies up\n[04:02.82] Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n[04:05.00] Used to be slept on like a pillow\n[04:07.19] Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n[04:09.46] Now it's money on my mental and women get sentimental, huh\n[04:12.16] It's 'cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles, nah\n[04:14.34] Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah\n[04:16.61] Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit around (I'm on)\n[04:18.37] Well, as the world spins around and around on its axis\n[04:21.11] Boys flip from town to town with the package\n[04:23.33] Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n[04:25.55] Sending clowns underground for practice\n[04:27.34] The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown (crown)\n[04:30.61] But never in the battle when the drama goes down (down)\n[04:32.75] Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n[04:34.58] But we gon' see who really goes down when it's time to brawl (come on)\n[04:37.03] 'Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying\n[04:39.56] You gotta show love to where you from all day\n[04:41.45] And when the going gets rough, don't get to going, get to staying\n[04:44.29] Put it down for your people and no delaying, know what I'm saying?\n[04:46.13] I'm on\n[04:50.76] I'm on, ooh, yeah\n[04:55.07] I'm on\n[04:57.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm On 2.0 (Feat. 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 Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon' lose, they heated like I'ma tan 'em\n  I'm 'bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings so I can fan 'em\n  Pull up on the bike, same color, the Phantom\n  And jump out on them haters (yeah) just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n\n  Yeah, I'm on top of my game, yo\n  The OG Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that cash, not that tango\n  Headshots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol (yep)\n  Claim to be a real nigga, we know you ain't, though (no)\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint, yo (uh-huh)\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank, yo, it's pitiful\n\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes (narcs)\n  Yeah, I rep my set, I ain't in the gang, though (D-block)\n  I protect my neck, I carry the thing, yo (yeah)\n  I'm on the same shit 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I done got my losses on\nIt's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\nYeha I'm on\n\nI'm on\nI'm on\nI'm on\n\nI'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\nEternally grateful for the support\nMade the cover of The Source\nFlashback to the ports the city of no remorse\nWhere they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\nMay the force be with you, bullet hit you\nYou bleed and I bleed with you\nMama please when you greave damn I greave with you\nThis a preview I see you in the summer\nMy new shit dumber, I'm on\n\nLife at the bottom is devastating\nYou're hardly ever debated\nThe party is obligated\nBy suckers that wanna be you\nAnd never live with in matrix\nAnd never ever related to struggle and dedication\nYour hustle is nominated\nAnonymous then you faded\nThe promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\nThey vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\nJust wish them happy belated\nFuck you I made it, I'm on\n\nTokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\nMinutes turn to hours and hours to pay\nThe 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Big K.R.I.T., Jadakiss, J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B & Mark Morrison)\n\n  Return of the mack You know that I'll be back\n  Return of the mack You know that I'll be back\n\n  Today is the day I get out on my feet\n  Remove them chains, they shackled on me\n  Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\n  Cause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\n  Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E\n  Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\n  For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\n  Soon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\n  Make 'em swallow the base from the sugar\n  I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\n  I'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\n  I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\n  They used to be the fly shit back in '95\n  But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n  And ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\n  Gotta leave them childish games alone\n  Nigga I'm on\n\n  I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\n  I know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\n  I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n  I'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n  Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\n  I'm the truth nigga something that your name not\n  A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n  It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\n  Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights\n  I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\n  Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\n  I'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\n  So I can fail 'em?\n  Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\n  And jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n\n  I'm on top of my game yo, the OG\n  Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that Cash not that Tango\n  Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\n  Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\n  Yeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\n  I protect my neck I carry the thing yo\n  I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n  Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone\n  I'm on a winning streak. I done got my losses on\n  It's ironic cause even when I'm off I'm on\n  Yeha I'm on\n\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n\n  I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n  Eternally grateful for the support\n  Made the cover of The Source\n  Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse\n  Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n  May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n  You bleed and I bleed with you\n  Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you\n  This a preview I see you in the summer\n  My new shit dumber, I'm on\n\n  Life at the bottom is devastating\n  You're hardly ever debated\n  The party is obligated\n  By suckers that wanna be you\n  And never live with in matrix\n  And never ever related to struggle and dedication\n  Your hustle is nominated\n  Anonymous then you faded\n  The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited\n  They vomited everytime that a rapper's annihilated\n  Just wish them happy belated\n  Fuck you I made it, I'm on\n\n  Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA\n  Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay\n  The days turn to nights but the nights never change\n  It's funny how \"time is money\" used to be a turn of phrase\n  But now it's company policy\n  I'm no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?\n  And they say Bob man it's good to have you back\n  But I say, I've been here, where the fuck have yall been at?\n\n  Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats '93\n  I was four now I'm 22 on tour\n  One two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  With mic's on, lights on, And they gon' applaud\n  Young nigga, Versace, young nigga they never seen before\n  And they gon watch me, wanna copy shit that I got on\n  I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n  Tell the law we above the law\n  God bless Amen, every lost soul\n  And the group so good went solo\n  Globe trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  Nigga thought you knew what I do\n  Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe\n  Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  Bitch I'm a rebel so I move how I wanna move\n  Last King YMCMB\n\n  Used to run around the hood picking honeys up\n  Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  Now its money in my mental\n  And women get sentimental huh\n  It's cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah\n  Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah\n  Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down\n\n  When the world spins around and around on its axis\n  Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  Sending clowns underground for practice\n  The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown\n  But never in the battle when the drama goes down\n  Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  But be gon see who really goes down when it's time to brawl\n  Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying\n  You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  And when the going gets rough\n  Don't get to going, get to staying\n  Put it down for your people\n  Know the land know what I'm saying\n\n  I'm on\n  I'm On\n"},{"id":31574072,"name":"I'm On 2.0","trackName":"I'm On 2.0","artistName":"B.o.B/Bun B/Gudda Gudda/J. 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Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B & Mark Morrison)\n\nReturn of the mack You know that I'll be back\nReturn of the mack You know that I'll be back\n\nToday is the day I get out on my feet\nRemove them chains, they shackled on me\nPress my luck, stop fucking with them hoe in the club\nCause the same motherfuckers are the ones that got me stuck\nTryna use me up 'til my tank on E\nThen leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\nFor a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\nSoon as you move out the hood them niggas holla ya fake\nMake 'em swallow the base from the sugar\nI'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\nI'd rather roam chrome rims than swisha\nI gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\nThey used to be the fly shit back in '95\nBut now I want a crib and a car I can drive\nAnd ain't nobody out there help me cause I'm grown\nGotta leave them childish games alone\nNigga I'm on\n\nI'm in the hood still praying for a piece of fate\nI know he on his way I'm hoping he don't make it late\nI'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\nI'm Babe Truth you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\nUsed to shoot for the stars now my aim lie\nI'm the truth nigga something that your name not\nA thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\nIt ain't a wrist or a chain that I can rock\nTell 'em I'm on something like city lights\nI used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\nNow a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\nYou can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\nTell 'em I ain't gon lose they heated like I'm a [?]\nI'm bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings\nSo I can fail 'em?\nPull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom\nAnd jump out on haters just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n\nI'm on top of my game yo, the OG\nGrand daddy kush, cocaine flow\nI'm about that Cash not that Tango\nHead shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol\nClaim to be a real nigga we know you ain't though\nI be in the hood, all the places you can't go\nVisuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo\nResiduals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it's pitiful\nHoes only after your bankroll\nStay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes\nYeah I rep my set, I ain't in the gang though\nI protect my neck I carry the thing yo\nI'm on the same shit that the boss is on\nDo it for those in the feds, up north or gone\nI'm on a winning streak. 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on\n  start_ms: 182350\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Tokyo to Amsterdam, Denver to L.A. (yeah)\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay (yeah)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189760\n- text: The days turn to nights, but the nights never change (yeah)\n  start_ms: 189760\n  end_ms: 191710\n- text: It's funny how \"Time is money\" used to be a term of phrase (uh)\n  start_ms: 191710\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: But now it's company policy, I'm no spokesperson (no, no)\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: No tricks, no gimmicks, no coercion (oh. no)\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: And they say, \"Bob, man, it's good to have you back\"\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 201210\n- text: But I say, \"I have been here, where the fuck have y'all been at?\"\n  start_ms: 201210\n  end_ms: 203540\n- text: Thinking how 'Pac lived at 22\n  start_ms: 203540\n  end_ms: 205420\n- text: That's '93, I was four, now I'm 22 on tour\n  start_ms: 205420\n  end_ms: 208110\n- text: One, two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  start_ms: 208110\n  end_ms: 210460\n- text: But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  start_ms: 210460\n  end_ms: 212560\n- text: With mic's on, lights on and they gon' applaud\n  start_ms: 212560\n  end_ms: 215150\n- text: Young nigga, Versace they never seen before\n  start_ms: 215150\n  end_ms: 217010\n- text: And they gon' watch me, wanna copy shit I got on\n  start_ms: 217010\n  end_ms: 219570\n- text: I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n  start_ms: 219570\n  end_ms: 221720\n- text: Tell the law we above the law, God bless, amen every lost soul\n  start_ms: 221720\n  end_ms: 225690\n- text: And the group so good, went solo\n  start_ms: 225690\n  end_ms: 227630\n- text: Globe-trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  start_ms: 227630\n  end_ms: 230020\n- text: Nigga, thought you knew what I do\n  start_ms: 230020\n  end_ms: 231570\n- text: Rolling through ya area, Double R Coupe\n  start_ms: 231570\n  end_ms: 233490\n- text: Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  start_ms: 233490\n  end_ms: 235700\n- text: Bitch, I'm a rebel, so I move how I wanna move\n  start_ms: 235700\n  end_ms: 238110\n- text: Last King, YMCMB\n  start_ms: 238110\n  end_ms: 240520\n- text: Used to run around the hood picking honies up\n  start_ms: 240520\n  end_ms: 242820\n- text: Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  start_ms: 242820\n  end_ms: 245000\n- text: Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  start_ms: 245000\n  end_ms: 247190\n- text: Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 247190\n  end_ms: 249460\n- text: Now it's money on my mental and women get sentimental, huh\n  start_ms: 249460\n  end_ms: 252160\n- text: It's 'cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles, nah\n  start_ms: 252160\n  end_ms: 254340\n- text: Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah\n  start_ms: 254340\n  end_ms: 256610\n- text: Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit around (I'm on)\n  start_ms: 256610\n  end_ms: 258370\n- text: Well, as the world spins around and around on its axis\n  start_ms: 258370\n  end_ms: 261110\n- text: Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  start_ms: 261110\n  end_ms: 263330\n- text: Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  start_ms: 263330\n  end_ms: 265550\n- text: Sending clowns underground for practice\n  start_ms: 265550\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown (crown)\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270610\n- text: But never in the battle when the drama goes down (down)\n  start_ms: 270610\n  end_ms: 272750\n- text: Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  start_ms: 272750\n  end_ms: 274580\n- text: But we gon' see who really goes down when it's time to brawl (come on)\n  start_ms: 274580\n  end_ms: 277030\n- text: '''Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying'\n  start_ms: 277030\n  end_ms: 279560\n- text: You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  start_ms: 279560\n  end_ms: 281450\n- text: And when the going gets rough, don't get to going, get to staying\n  start_ms: 281450\n  end_ms: 284290\n- text: Put it down for your people and no delaying, know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 284290\n  end_ms: 286130\n- text: I'm on\n  start_ms: 286130\n  end_ms: 290760\n- text: I'm on, ooh, yeah\n  start_ms: 290760\n  end_ms: 295070\n- text: I'm on\n  start_ms: 295070\n  end_ms: 297750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 297750\nplain: |-\n  Return of the mack, return of the mack\n  Return of the mack, you know that I'll be back\n  Return of the mack (once again), return of the mack (top of the world)\n  Return of the mack (watch my flow), you know that I'll be back (here I go)\n\n  Today is the day, I get out on my feet\n  Remove them chains, they shackled on me\n  Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoes that cluck\n  'Cause the same motherfuckers, the ones that got me stuck\n  Tryna use me up 'til my tank on E\n  Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets\n  For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight\n  Soon as you move out the hood, them niggas hollering you fake\n\n  Make 'em swallow the bass from the Kicker\n  I'd rather be a dead man than a nigga\n  I'd rather roll chrome rims than a swisha\n  I gotta make moves, I can't hang with ya\n  That used to be the fly shit back in '95\n  But now I want a crib and a car I can drive\n  And ain't nobody out there help me 'cause I'm grown\n  Gotta leave them childish games alone, nigga, I'm on\n\n  I'm in the hood still praying for a piece of faith\n  I know he on his way, I'm hoping he don't make it late\n  I'm up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate\n  I'm Trae Truth, you can tell 'em I'm one of the greats\n  Used to shoot for the stars, now my aim live\n  I'm the truth, nigga, something that your name not\n  A thousand watts ain't a thing that I can't shine\n  It ain't a wrist or a chain that I can't rock\n\n  Tell 'em I'm on something like city lights\n  I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights\n  Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights\n  You can tell 'em I put on for my city in plenty fights\n  Tell 'em I ain't gon' lose, they heated like I'ma tan 'em\n  I'm 'bout to throw 'em in this drop with no ceilings so I can fan 'em\n  Pull up on the bike, same color, the Phantom\n  And jump out on them haters (yeah) just to tell 'em I couldn't stand 'em\n\n  Yeah, I'm on top of my game, yo\n  The OG Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow\n  I'm about that cash, not that tango\n  Headshots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol (yep)\n  Claim to be a real nigga, we know you ain't, though (no)\n  I be in the hood, all the places you can't go\n  Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint, yo (uh-huh)\n  Residuals, I just put it all in the bank, yo, it's pitiful\n\n  Hoes only after your bankroll\n  Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes (narcs)\n  Yeah, I rep my set, I ain't in the gang, though (D-block)\n  I protect my neck, I carry the thing, yo (yeah)\n  I'm on the same shit that the boss is on\n  Do it for those in the Feds, up North or gone\n  I'm on a winning streak, I done got my losses on\n  It's ironic 'cause even when I'm off, I'm on\n  Yeah, I'm on, uhh, what?\n\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on\n  I'm on, oh, yeah\n  I'm on\n\n  I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche\n  Eternally grateful for the support, made the cover of the Source\n  Flashback to the ports, the city of no remorse\n  Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse\n  May the force be with you, bullet hit you\n  You bleed and I bleed with you\n  Mama, please, when you grieve, damn, I grieve with you\n  This a preview, I see you in the summer, my new shit dumber\n  I'm on\n\n  Life at the bottom is devastating\n  You're hardly ever debated, the party is obligated\n  By suckers that wanna be you and never live with the Matrix\n  And never ever related to struggle and dedication\n  Your hustle is nominated, anonymous and you faded\n  The promises that a victory lap is surely awaited\n  They vomited every time that a rapper's annihilated\n  Just wish them happy belated, fuck you, I made it, I'm on\n\n  Tokyo to Amsterdam, Denver to L.A. (yeah)\n  Minutes turn to hours and hours turn to pay (yeah)\n  The days turn to nights, but the nights never change (yeah)\n  It's funny how \"Time is money\" used to be a term of phrase (uh)\n  But now it's company policy, I'm no spokesperson (no, no)\n  No tricks, no gimmicks, no coercion (oh. no)\n  And they say, \"Bob, man, it's good to have you back\"\n  But I say, \"I have been here, where the fuck have y'all been at?\"\n\n  Thinking how 'Pac lived at 22\n  That's '93, I was four, now I'm 22 on tour\n  One, two shots of my life, barely hold on\n  But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline\n  With mic's on, lights on and they gon' applaud\n  Young nigga, Versace they never seen before\n  And they gon' watch me, wanna copy shit I got on\n  I'm too fly, I ain't got a flaw\n\n  Tell the law we above the law, God bless, amen every lost soul\n  And the group so good, went solo\n  Globe-trotting, now I'm blowing up like an afro\n  Nigga, thought you knew what I do\n  Rolling through ya area, Double R Coupe\n  Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof\n  Bitch, I'm a rebel, so I move how I wanna move\n  Last King, YMCMB\n\n  Used to run around the hood picking honies up\n  Now I'm doing shows around the world picking money up\n  Used to be slept on like a pillow\n  Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals\n  Now it's money on my mental and women get sentimental, huh\n  It's 'cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles, nah\n  Yellow gold, yellow diamonds in the middle, nah\n  Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit around (I'm on)\n\n  Well, as the world spins around and around on its axis\n  Boys flip from town to town with the package\n  Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress\n  Sending clowns underground for practice\n\n  The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown (crown)\n  But never in the battle when the drama goes down (down)\n  Easy to be the boss from behind the wall\n  But we gon' see who really goes down when it's time to brawl (come on)\n\n  'Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying\n  You gotta show love to where you from all day\n  And when the going gets rough, don't get to going, get to staying\n  Put it down for your people and no delaying, know what I'm saying?\n\n  I'm on\n  I'm on, ooh, yeah\n  I'm on\n"}]