[{"id":24269399,"name":"Better Days","trackName":"Better Days","artistName":"WC","albumName":"The Shadiest One","duration":235.128163,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)\n[WC]\nNineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\nWhoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\nSo many of us done lost lives to the streets\nAs we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\nThinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\nHopin that the Lord let me see the millennium\nTrapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\nFightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\nI know it's wrong but it's hard to change\nAll my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\nLookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\nFaced with rejection, early age stressin\nBut now ten years later with doodoo respect\nI'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\nShowin love to my peeps and my love don't change\nHere's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, it might sound strange\nbut I just can't run away\nI can't run, no, run away\n[WC]\nTouch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\nNever, I still got love for the neighborhood\nAnd even though now it's infested with gunplay\non most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\nCause if I shook like y'all shook on me\nThen whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\nI can't turn my head on my folks\nso I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\nBorn in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\nGot love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\nHow come everytime we get some change in our can\nwe run away and try to move out as far as we can?\nI know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\nthan a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\nNow feel every word that I say, hear my cry\nas I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nSaid I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n[WC]\nAnother day another dollar, it feels good to look around\nand see I'm surrounded by real riders\nChildhood comrades I ran with for years\nShared the same beer and tears over the same peers\nPlayer haters swearin that all we all G's\noff each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\nNo jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\nLace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\nWatch our kids grow together, as we get old together\nLoc I mean this, let no one come in between this\nKeep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\non those we consider as foes\nOutsiders never exposed to your hustle\nPlus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\nNo negative association, just dedication\nto watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run run run run runnnnnn away","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Better Days\n artist: WC\n album: The Shadiest One\n duration_ms: 235128\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)\n [WC]\n Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\n Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\n So many of us done lost lives to the streets\n As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\n Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\n Hopin that the Lord let me see the millennium\n Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\n Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\n I know it's wrong but it's hard to change\n All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\n Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\n Faced with rejection, early age stressin\n But now ten years later with doodoo respect\n I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\n Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change\n Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, it might sound strange\n but I just can't run away\n I can't run, no, run away\n [WC]\n Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\n Never, I still got love for the neighborhood\n And even though now it's infested with gunplay\n on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\n Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me\n Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\n I can't turn my head on my folks\n so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\n Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\n Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\n How come everytime we get some change in our can\n we run away and try to move out as far as we can?\n I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\n than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\n Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry\n as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n Said I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n [WC]\n Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around\n and see I'm surrounded by real riders\n Childhood comrades I ran with for years\n Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers\n Player haters swearin that all we all G's\n off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\n No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\n Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\n Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together\n Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this\n Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\n on those we consider as foes\n Outsiders never exposed to your hustle\n Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\n No negative association, just dedication\n to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run run run run runnnnnn away\n"},{"id":23282882,"name":"Better Days","trackName":"Better Days","artistName":"WC","albumName":"The Shadiest One","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)\n[WC]\nNineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\nWhoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\nSo many of us done lost lives to the streets\nAs we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\nThinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\nHopin that the Lord let me see the millennium\nTrapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\nFightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\nI know it's wrong but it's hard to change\nAll my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\nLookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\nFaced with rejection, early age stressin\nBut now ten years later with doodoo respect\nI'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\nShowin love to my peeps and my love don't change\nHere's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, it might sound strange\nbut I just can't run away\nI can't run, no, run away\n[WC]\nTouch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\nNever, I still got love for the neighborhood\nAnd even though now it's infested with gunplay\non most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\nCause if I shook like y'all shook on me\nThen whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\nI can't turn my head on my folks\nso I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\nBorn in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\nGot love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\nHow come everytime we get some change in our can\nwe run away and try to move out as far as we can?\nI know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\nthan a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\nNow feel every word that I say, hear my cry\nas I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nSaid I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n[WC]\nAnother day another dollar, it feels good to look around\nand see I'm surrounded by real riders\nChildhood comrades I ran with for years\nShared the same beer and tears over the same peers\nPlayer haters swearin that all we all G's\noff each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\nNo jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\nLace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\nWatch our kids grow together, as we get old together\nLoc I mean this, let no one come in between this\nKeep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\non those we consider as foes\nOutsiders never exposed to your hustle\nPlus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\nNo negative association, just dedication\nto watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n[Ron Banks]\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run run run run runnnnnn away","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Better Days\n artist: WC\n album: The Shadiest One\n duration_ms: 233000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)\n [WC]\n Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\n Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\n So many of us done lost lives to the streets\n As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\n Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\n Hopin that the Lord let me see the millennium\n Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\n Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\n I know it's wrong but it's hard to change\n All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\n Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\n Faced with rejection, early age stressin\n But now ten years later with doodoo respect\n I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\n Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change\n Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, it might sound strange\n but I just can't run away\n I can't run, no, run away\n [WC]\n Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\n Never, I still got love for the neighborhood\n And even though now it's infested with gunplay\n on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\n Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me\n Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\n I can't turn my head on my folks\n so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\n Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\n Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\n How come everytime we get some change in our can\n we run away and try to move out as far as we can?\n I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\n than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\n Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry\n as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n Said I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n [WC]\n Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around\n and see I'm surrounded by real riders\n Childhood comrades I ran with for years\n Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers\n Player haters swearin that all we all G's\n off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\n No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\n Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\n Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together\n Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this\n Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\n on those we consider as foes\n Outsiders never exposed to your hustle\n Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\n No negative association, just dedication\n to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n [Ron Banks]\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run run run run runnnnnn away\n"},{"id":789289,"name":"Better Days (feat. Ron Banks)","trackName":"Better Days (feat. Ron Banks)","artistName":"WC","albumName":"The Shadiest One","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(WC)\nNineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\nWhoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\nSo many of us done lost lives to the streets\nAs we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\nThinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\nHopin that the Lord let me see the millenium\nTrapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\nFightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\nI know it's wrong but it's hard to change\nAll my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\nLookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\nFaced with rejection, early age stressin\nBut now ten years later with doodoo respect\nI'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\nShowin love to my peeps and my love don't change\nHere's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n(Ron Banks)\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, it might sound strange\nBut I just can't run away\nI can't run, no, run away\n(WC)\nTouch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\nNever, I still got love for the neighborhood\nAnd even though now it's infested with gunplay\nOn most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\nCause if I shook like y'all shook on me\nThen whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\nI can't turn my head on my folks\nSo I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\nBorn in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\nGot love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\nHow come everytime we get some change in our can\nWe run away and try to move out as far as we can?\nI know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\nThan a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\nNow feel every word that I say, hear my cry\nAs I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n(Ron Banks)\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nSaid I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n(WC)\nAnother day another dollar, it feels good to look around\nAnd see I'm surrounded by real riders\nChildhood comrades I ran with for years\nShared the same beer and tears over the same peers\nPlayer haters swearin that all we all G's\nOff each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\nNo jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\nLace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\nWatch our kids grow together, as we get old together\nLoc I mean this, let no one come in between this\nKeep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\nOn those we consider as foes\nOutsiders never exposed to your hustle\nPlus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\nNo negative association, just dedication\nTo watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n(Ron Banks)\nMight sound strange, but I just can't run away\nI can't run, run, run away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\nNo I just can't run away\nI can't run run run run runnnnnn away!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] (WC)\n[00:19.56] Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\n[00:21.96] Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\n[00:24.86] So many of us done lost lives to the streets\n[00:27.15] As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\n[00:29.76] Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\n[00:32.02] Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium\n[00:34.49] Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\n[00:36.73] Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\n[00:39.65] I know it's wrong but it's hard to change\n[00:41.64] All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\n[00:43.98] Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\n[00:46.53] Faced with rejection, early age stressin\n[00:49.02] But now ten years later with doodoo respect\n[00:51.24] I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\n[00:53.50] Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change\n[00:56.08] Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n[00:59.17] (Ron Banks)\n[01:00.02] Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n[01:04.13] I can't run, run, it might sound strange\n[01:09.62] But I just can't run away\n[01:14.52] I can't run, no, run away\n[01:17.19] (WC)\n[01:17.61] Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\n[01:20.13] Never, I still got love for the neighborhood\n[01:22.97] And even though now it's infested with gunplay\n[01:25.35] On most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\n[01:27.92] Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me\n[01:30.02] Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\n[01:32.88] I can't turn my head on my folks\n[01:34.79] So I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\n[01:37.40] Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\n[01:39.53] Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\n[01:41.86] How come everytime we get some change in our can\n[01:44.56] We run away and try to move out as far as we can?\n[01:46.89] I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\n[01:49.42] Than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\n[01:51.78] Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry\n[01:54.18] As I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n[01:56.56] (Ron Banks)\n[01:57.23] Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n[02:01.93] I can't run, run, run away!\n[02:06.54] Said I just can't run away\n[02:13.37] I can't run, run, run away\n[02:17.65] No I just can't run away\n[02:22.29] I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n[02:25.28] (WC)\n[02:26.03] Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around\n[02:28.76] And see I'm surrounded by real riders\n[02:30.30] Childhood comrades I ran with for years\n[02:32.87] Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers\n[02:35.38] Player haters swearin that all we all G's\n[02:37.61] Off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\n[02:39.97] No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\n[02:42.10] Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\n[02:45.05] Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together\n[02:47.64] Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this\n[02:49.85] Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\n[02:53.97] On those we consider as foes\n[02:55.17] Outsiders never exposed to your hustle\n[02:57.74] Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\n[03:00.27] No negative association, just dedication\n[03:02.17] To watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n[03:04.48] (Ron Banks)\n[03:05.33] Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n[03:11.33] I can't run, run, run away!\n[03:16.48] No I just can't run away\n[03:21.06] I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\n[03:25.92] No I just can't run away\n[03:30.37] I can't run run run run runnnnnn away!\n[03:36.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Better Days (feat. 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text: Never, I still got love for the neighborhood\n start_ms: 80690\n end_ms: 82930\n- text: And even though now it's infested with gunplay\n start_ms: 82930\n end_ms: 85370\n- text: on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\n start_ms: 85370\n end_ms: 88060\n- text: Cause if I slike y'all son me\n start_ms: 88060\n end_ms: 89850\n- text: Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\n start_ms: 89850\n end_ms: 92730\n- text: I can't turn my head on my folks\n start_ms: 92730\n end_ms: 94950\n- text: so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\n start_ms: 94950\n end_ms: 97340\n- text: Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\n start_ms: 97340\n end_ms: 99600\n- text: Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\n start_ms: 99600\n end_ms: 102260\n- text: How come everytime we get some change in our can\n start_ms: 102260\n end_ms: 104270\n- text: we run away and try to move out as far as we can?\n start_ms: 104270\n end_ms: 107110\n- text: I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\n start_ms: 107110\n end_ms: 109480\n- text: than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\n start_ms: 109480\n end_ms: 111950\n- text: Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry\n start_ms: 111950\n end_ms: 114110\n- text: as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n start_ms: 114110\n end_ms: 116730\n- text: Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n start_ms: 116730\n end_ms: 123410\n- text: I can't run, run, run away!\n start_ms: 123410\n end_ms: 128570\n- text: Said I just can't run away\n start_ms: 128570\n end_ms: 132490\n- text: I can't run, run, run away\n start_ms: 132490\n end_ms: 138090\n- text: No I just can't run away\n start_ms: 138090\n end_ms: 142890\n- text: I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n start_ms: 142890\n end_ms: 146320\n- text: Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around\n start_ms: 146320\n end_ms: 148940\n- text: and see I'm surrounded by real riders\n start_ms: 148940\n end_ms: 150880\n- text: Childhood comrades I ran with for years\n start_ms: 150880\n end_ms: 153050\n- text: Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers\n start_ms: 153050\n end_ms: 155540\n- text: Player haters swearin that all we all G's\n start_ms: 155540\n end_ms: 157610\n- text: off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\n start_ms: 157610\n end_ms: 160390\n- text: No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\n start_ms: 160390\n end_ms: 162630\n- text: Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\n start_ms: 162630\n end_ms: 165380\n- text: Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together\n start_ms: 165380\n end_ms: 167250\n- text: Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this\n start_ms: 167250\n end_ms: 169920\n- text: Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\n start_ms: 169920\n end_ms: 172710\n- text: on those we consider as foes\n start_ms: 172710\n end_ms: 174920\n- text: Outsiders never exposed to your hustle\n start_ms: 174920\n end_ms: 177290\n- text: Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\n start_ms: 177290\n end_ms: 179970\n- text: No negative association, just dedication\n start_ms: 179970\n end_ms: 182050\n- text: to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n start_ms: 182050\n end_ms: 184540\n- text: Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n start_ms: 184540\n end_ms: 186710\n- text: I can't run, run, run away!\n start_ms: 186710\n end_ms: 196650\n- text: No I just can't run away\n start_ms: 196650\n end_ms: 201200\n- text: I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\n start_ms: 201200\n end_ms: 205780\n- text: No I just can't run away\n start_ms: 205780\n end_ms: 210160\n- text: I can't run run run run runnnnnn\n start_ms: 210160\n end_ms: 216680\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 216680\nplain: |-\n Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it\n Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it\n So many of us done lost lives to the streets\n As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased\n Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em\n Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium\n Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days\n Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways\n I know it's wrong but it's hard to change\n All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game\n Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent\n Faced with rejection, early age stressin\n But now ten years later with doodoo respect\n I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks\n Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change\n Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days\n\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, it might sound strange\n but I just can't run away\n I can't run, no, run away\n\n Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good\n Never, I still got love for the neighborhood\n And even though now it's infested with gunplay\n on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away\n Cause if I slike y'all son me\n Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?\n I can't turn my head on my folks\n so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope\n Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto\n Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto\n How come everytime we get some change in our can\n we run away and try to move out as far as we can?\n I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse\n than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's\n Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry\n as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days\n\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n Said I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, runnnnnn away!\n\n Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around\n and see I'm surrounded by real riders\n Childhood comrades I ran with for years\n Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers\n Player haters swearin that all we all G's\n off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese\n No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge\n Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans\n Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together\n Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this\n Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed\n on those we consider as foes\n Outsiders never exposed to your hustle\n Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em\n No negative association, just dedication\n to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation\n\n Might sound strange, but I just can't run away\n I can't run, run, run away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away!\n No I just can't run away\n I can't run run run run runnnnnn\n"}]