[{"id":35412952,"name":"Week Ago","trackName":"Week Ago","artistName":"Vado","albumName":"Sinatra","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\nHere's enough water, stay off the land homie\nI don't know you too well but you my man, homie\nIf you can make these sell then do the damn homie\nMade a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\nFine we a sell because it's fam on me\nHe ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\nThat's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\nReal standup dude, I pray I don't fail\nStreets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\nStarted from looking out on the dope block\nOn a mailbox with a broke Glock\nYour man Kells locked, shit I hope not\nIf so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\nLet me put you onto a path\nYou can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nUh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\nServed fiends at 13 right in front of the store\nHimalayan on face, big jeans and all\nCouldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\nWas too eager to grow up\nToo young like so what\nI swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\nHe put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\nSteerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\nFrontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\nHe used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\nShooters came home leanin but he move silent\nNever around that long, he hear the news bout it\nTrue hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\nNew hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\nCrew of hustlas what niggas becoming\nTry to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nGood weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\nMy loft elevator where the DB9 parked\nGrind harder, even find God\nTo make it to the top you gotta climb smart\nNiggas getting killed every day here\nThere's more kidnaps than the daycare\nI spit facts, make it all the way clear\nSport of split straps when I rock the gray is\nYea! You don't wanna see m angry\nEvery day that nigga breathe he should thank me\nLast sight him when I see him lookin shaky\nI rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\nI would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Week Ago\n  artist: Vado\n  album: Sinatra\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\n  Here's enough water, stay off the land homie\n  I don't know you too well but you my man, homie\n  If you can make these sell then do the damn homie\n  Made a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\n  Fine we a sell because it's fam on me\n  He ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\n  That's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\n  Real standup dude, I pray I don't fail\n  Streets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\n  Started from looking out on the dope block\n  On a mailbox with a broke Glock\n  Your man Kells locked, shit I hope not\n  If so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\n  Let me put you onto a path\n  You can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Uh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\n  Served fiends at 13 right in front of the store\n  Himalayan on face, big jeans and all\n  Couldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\n  Was too eager to grow up\n  Too young like so what\n  I swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\n  He put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\n  Steerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\n  Frontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\n  He used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\n  Shooters came home leanin but he move silent\n  Never around that long, he hear the news bout it\n  True hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\n  New hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\n  Crew of hustlas what niggas becoming\n  Try to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Good weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\n  My loft elevator where the DB9 parked\n  Grind harder, even find God\n  To make it to the top you gotta climb smart\n  Niggas getting killed every day here\n  There's more kidnaps than the daycare\n  I spit facts, make it all the way clear\n  Sport of split straps when I rock the gray is\n  Yea! You don't wanna see m angry\n  Every day that nigga breathe he should thank me\n  Last sight him when I see him lookin shaky\n  I rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\n  I would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n"},{"id":38360593,"name":"A Week Ago","trackName":"A Week Ago","artistName":"Vado","albumName":"Sinatra","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\nHere's enough water, stay off the land homie\nI don't know you too well but you my man, homie\nIf you can make these sell then do the damn homie\nMade a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\nFine we a sell because it's fam on me\nHe ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\nThat's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\nReal standup dude, I pray I don't fail\nStreets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\nStarted from looking out on the dope block\nOn a mailbox with a broke Glock\nYour man Kells locked, shit I hope not\nIf so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\nLet me put you onto a path\nYou can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nUh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\nServed fiends at 13 right in front of the store\nHimalayan on face, big jeans and all\nCouldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\nWas too eager to grow up\nToo young like so what\nI swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\nHe put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\nSteerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\nFrontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\nHe used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\nShooters came home leanin but he move silent\nNever around that long, he hear the news bout it\nTrue hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\nNew hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\nCrew of hustlas what niggas becoming\nTry to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nGood weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\nMy loft elevator where the DB9 parked\nGrind harder, even find God\nTo make it to the top you gotta climb smart\nNiggas getting killed every day here\nThere's more kidnaps than the daycare\nI spit facts, make it all the way clear\nSport of split straps when I rock the gray is\nYea! You don't wanna see m angry\nEvery day that nigga breathe he should thank me\nLast sight him when I see him lookin shaky\nI rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\nI would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Week Ago\n  artist: Vado\n  album: Sinatra\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\n  Here's enough water, stay off the land homie\n  I don't know you too well but you my man, homie\n  If you can make these sell then do the damn homie\n  Made a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\n  Fine we a sell because it's fam on me\n  He ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\n  That's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\n  Real standup dude, I pray I don't fail\n  Streets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\n  Started from looking out on the dope block\n  On a mailbox with a broke Glock\n  Your man Kells locked, shit I hope not\n  If so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\n  Let me put you onto a path\n  You can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Uh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\n  Served fiends at 13 right in front of the store\n  Himalayan on face, big jeans and all\n  Couldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\n  Was too eager to grow up\n  Too young like so what\n  I swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\n  He put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\n  Steerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\n  Frontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\n  He used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\n  Shooters came home leanin but he move silent\n  Never around that long, he hear the news bout it\n  True hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\n  New hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\n  Crew of hustlas what niggas becoming\n  Try to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Good weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\n  My loft elevator where the DB9 parked\n  Grind harder, even find God\n  To make it to the top you gotta climb smart\n  Niggas getting killed every day here\n  There's more kidnaps than the daycare\n  I spit facts, make it all the way clear\n  Sport of split straps when I rock the gray is\n  Yea! You don't wanna see m angry\n  Every day that nigga breathe he should thank me\n  Last sight him when I see him lookin shaky\n  I rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\n  I would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n"},{"id":36623497,"name":"Week Ago ft Dre","trackName":"Week Ago ft Dre","artistName":"Vado","albumName":"a_2014_Mar","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\nHere's enough water, stay off the land homie\nI don't know you too well but you my man, homie\nIf you can make these sell then do the damn homie\nMade a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\nFine we a sell because it's fam on me\nHe ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\nThat's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\nReal standup dude, I pray I don't fail\nStreets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\nStarted from looking out on the dope block\nOn a mailbox with a broke Glock\nYour man Kells locked, shit I hope not\nIf so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\nLet me put you onto a path\nYou can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nUh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\nServed fiends at 13 right in front of the store\nHimalayan on face, big jeans and all\nCouldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\nWas too eager to grow up\nToo young like so what\nI swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\nHe put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\nSteerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\nFrontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\nHe used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\nShooters came home leanin but he move silent\nNever around that long, he hear the news bout it\nTrue hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\nNew hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\nCrew of hustlas what niggas becoming\nTry to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\n\nGood weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\nMy loft elevator where the DB9 parked\nGrind harder, even find God\nTo make it to the top you gotta climb smart\nNiggas getting killed every day here\nThere's more kidnaps than the daycare\nI spit facts, make it all the way clear\nSport of split straps when I rock the gray is\nYea! You don't wanna see m angry\nEvery day that nigga breathe he should thank me\nLast sight him when I see him lookin shaky\nI rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\nI would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\nIt was all good with the keys of coke\nHad you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago\nFuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\nNow you telling stories on the team to them folks\nEvery time... Every time...\nIt was all good just a week ago","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Week Ago ft Dre\n  artist: Vado\n  album: a_2014_Mar\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Tin jars on the table, what's the plan homie?\n  Here's enough water, stay off the land homie\n  I don't know you too well but you my man, homie\n  If you can make these sell then do the damn homie\n  Made a sell, got jammed, I'm like damn homie\n  Fine we a sell because it's fam on me\n  He ain't make nothing for me but yet he want bail\n  That's the price you pay to pray he don't tell\n  Real standup dude, I pray I don't fail\n  Streets ain't that cool, that's when I brung hell\n  Started from looking out on the dope block\n  On a mailbox with a broke Glock\n  Your man Kells locked, shit I hope not\n  If so it's gonna be a lot of sole chop\n  Let me put you onto a path\n  You can go down the pass of Harlem's Lennox Ave\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Uh! Since a kid I always wanted it all\n  Served fiends at 13 right in front of the store\n  Himalayan on face, big jeans and all\n  Couldn't get em in tims cus my feet was small\n  Was too eager to grow up\n  Too young like so what\n  I swear my OG said \"lil nigga, you know what?\"\n  He put me in his Jeep, he drivin while he roll up\n  Steerin it with his knees, supplyin the peeps that know us\n  Frontin, a cowboy before I knew Dallas\n  He used to get a brick, take it to the moon Alex\n  Shooters came home leanin but he move silent\n  Never around that long, he hear the news bout it\n  True hustla, one of the few I knew hustlas\n  New hustla, some of them too was cool hustlas\n  Crew of hustlas what niggas becoming\n  Try to be great before niggas be gunnin, wussup?\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n\n  Good weather, hood leather and the lime sharp\n  My loft elevator where the DB9 parked\n  Grind harder, even find God\n  To make it to the top you gotta climb smart\n  Niggas getting killed every day here\n  There's more kidnaps than the daycare\n  I spit facts, make it all the way clear\n  Sport of split straps when I rock the gray is\n  Yea! You don't wanna see m angry\n  Every day that nigga breathe he should thank me\n  Last sight him when I see him lookin shaky\n  I rather went and piss on him til he 80\n\n  I would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation – a peculiar, unique fashion that I wish one of these days somebody would learn to do so it doesn't die where it is.\n\n  It was all good with the keys of coke\n  Had you in the coupe, look clean fo sho\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n  Fuck the bad bitches, plenty weed to smoke\n  Now you telling stories on the team to them folks\n  Every time... Every time...\n  It was all good just a week ago\n"}]