[{"id":24608544,"name":"Belly","trackName":"Belly","artistName":"Wale","albumName":"Belly","duration":189.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back to life\nBack to reality\nBack to life\nBack to reality\n\nThey say the streams fake, the bots runnin' this thing, wait\nStill I gotta make that 'vance, count my cheesecake\nNigga offsides, this my free play\nI'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade\nOh, wait, tell me where we at though\nI'm looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor\n\nI lost some good men 'cause they couldn't see the back door\nWe black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel\nPaige, all this hating on me isn't natural\nBut God gave me this and atheists can see the passion\nAnd y'all nigga lame, hydroplanin' with the crash outs\nBut everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything\n\nBack to life\nBack to reality (in the belly of the-)\nBack to life\nBack to reality (yeah, in the belly of the beast)\n\nBack to life\nBack to reality (in the belly of the-)\nBack to life\nBack to real (but ain't no fuckin' way, boy)\n\nYeah, we celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic\nGod's good, but I'm often questioning when He listen\nThe hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me\nThey crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning\nChocolate City, we supposed to be good\nNever thought I'd see Rayful Edmond's on social media\nThey out their cotton-pickin' minds, they don't know the details\nMe and Kazz talkin' Silk, Temple Beverly Hills\n\nSouthwest, Southwest, shout out to 106\nEvery show I had a platinum, they was gettin' me lit\nEverybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit\nOne day you say no and no longer pretend to be friends\nMy men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit\nI lost some niggas to dippers, I lost some nigga to Fendi\nI lost it all, when I got it all, I'm a target again\nWhen everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm goin'\n\nBack to life (to the belly of the)\nBack to reality (in the belly of the)\nBack to life (yeah)\nBack to reality (in the belly of the beast)\n\nBack to life (yeah)\nBack to reality (in the belly of the)\nBack to life\nBack to re\nHow ever do you want me?\n\nLook, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\nIRS patient, friends on JPay\nHow can I express in the shit that got me rich\nThat depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?\nLook, wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck\nUsed to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks\n\nA dollar short, a day late\nNigga with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play\nSmall conversations I vacate\nThey all say we brothers, I feel like I'm Bison Dele\nYeah, I got a stripper from LA\nMy cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele\n\nYeah, maybe I'm way too careless\nOr maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave\nLook, the ebb and flow of this talent\nIt's like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name\nBands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\nIRS patient, friends on JPay\n\nHow can I express in the shit that got me rich\nThat depression and the pressure is the motherfucker? (How ever do you want me?)\nLook, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday (how ever do you need me?)\nIRS patient, everybody waitin' (how ever do you want me?)\nHow can I express in the shit that got me lit\nThat depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?\n\nBack to life (in the belly of the)\nBack to reality (in the belly of the)\nBack to life\nYeah\n\nBack to reality (in the belly of the beast)\nBack to life\nBack to reality (you know what I'm sayin'?)\nBack to life\nBack to reality","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Back to life\n[00:02.17] Back to reality\n[00:04.57] Back to life\n[00:06.86] Back to reality\n[00:09.01] They say the streams fake, the bots runnin' this thing, wait\n[00:11.74] Still I gotta make that 'vance, count my cheesecake\n[00:14.02] Nigga offsides, this my free play\n[00:16.27] I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade\n[00:18.61] Oh, wait, tell me where we at though\n[00:20.95] I'm looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor\n[00:23.38] I lost some good men 'cause they couldn't see the back door\n[00:25.63] We black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel\n[00:27.99] Paige, all this hating on me isn't natural\n[00:30.35] But God gave me this and atheists can see the passion\n[00:32.56] And y'all nigga lame, hydroplanin' with the crash outs\n[00:34.91] But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything\n[00:37.68] Back to life\n[00:39.47] Back to reality (in the belly of the-)\n[00:42.29] Back to life\n[00:44.31] Back to reality (yeah, in the belly of the beast)\n[00:46.90] Back to life\n[00:49.02] Back to reality (in the belly of the-)\n[00:51.79] Back to life\n[00:54.46] Back to real (but ain't no fuckin' way, boy)\n[00:56.12] Yeah, we celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic\n[00:58.73] God's good, but I'm often questioning when He listen\n[01:00.95] The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me\n[01:03.40] They crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning\n[01:05.82] Chocolate City, we supposed to be good\n[01:07.74] Never thought I'd see Rayful Edmond's on social media\n[01:09.90] They out their cotton-pickin' minds, they don't know the details\n[01:12.24] Me and Kazz talkin' Silk, Temple Beverly Hills\n[01:14.62] Southwest, Southwest, shout out to 106\n[01:17.07] Every show I had a platinum, they was gettin' me lit\n[01:19.41] Everybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit\n[01:21.73] One day you say no and no longer pretend to be friends\n[01:24.12] My men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit\n[01:26.43] I lost some niggas to dippers, I lost some nigga to Fendi\n[01:28.71] I lost it all, when I got it all, I'm a target again\n[01:31.24] When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm goin'\n[01:34.08] Back to life (to the belly of the)\n[01:36.30] Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n[01:38.78] Back to life (yeah)\n[01:41.38] Back to reality (in the belly of the beast)\n[01:43.45] Back to life (yeah)\n[01:45.74] Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n[01:48.19] Back to life\n[01:50.44] Back to re\n[01:51.61] How ever do you want me?\n[01:52.59] Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n[01:55.15] IRS patient, friends on JPay\n[01:57.32] How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n[01:59.52] That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?\n[02:02.04] Look, wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck\n[02:04.38] Used to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks\n[02:06.84] A dollar short, a day late\n[02:09.18] Nigga with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play\n[02:11.54] Small conversations I vacate\n[02:13.74] They all say we brothers, I feel like I'm Bison Dele\n[02:16.59] Yeah, I got a stripper from LA\n[02:18.49] My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele\n[02:21.05] Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless\n[02:23.24] Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave\n[02:25.51] Look, the ebb and flow of this talent\n[02:27.84] It's like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name\n[02:30.36] Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n[02:32.55] IRS patient, friends on JPay\n[02:34.96] How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n[02:37.20] That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker? 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Why would you lie to me?\nIf you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?\nI don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me\nSay you gon' die for me\nI'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me\nYou niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me\nTHC the only thing relaxin' me\nStrugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me\nPray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically\n\nDiamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty\n\nI'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me\nI wasn't doin' anything, they was happy\nAnd I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me\n\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\n\nLook, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold\nNiggas is hot and these bitches is cold\nThe Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree\nMy nigga went vegan, still died from a beef\nWith his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street\nAnd his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'\n'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date\n\nPlot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip\nSee, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public\nWe'd rather watch you die than try and help you\n\nYeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'\n\nBut fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces\nTen out of ten don't trust twelve\n'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'\nMike Brown and Trayvon and\nBy the time this out, there'll be another one\nOn God\n\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\n\nYou could have anything in this world that you want\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I was lost and I was blind\n[00:15.27] Now I know who's on my side\n[00:15.52] The angels, they are waiting for you\n[00:15.69] That's why my mama told my sister, \"Ain't no changing him\n[00:24.43] He's probably somewhere with a pistol, ain't no saving him\"\n[00:33.62] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[00:37.67] But not my life, not my life\n[00:42.09] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[00:46.00] But not my life, not my life\n[00:50.81] Everything's for sale but my life\n[00:52.52] Still payin' fair, get somebody swiped\n[00:54.52] Know a young boy got his college degree twice\n[00:56.70] 'Nother young nigga, same age, got life\n[00:58.79] Only difference, one mother workin' two shifts\n[01:00.56] And the other mom outside workin' the pipe\n[01:02.96] Everybody on the sidewalk, we standin' all night\n[01:05.24] Like the neighborhood goin' on strike\n[01:07.01] Still hang with my homies I was outside havin' fist fights with\n[01:09.97] Now we boardin' flights\n[01:11.21] I come from poverty, I ain't hit the lottery\n[01:13.23] What love you got for me? Why would you lie to me?\n[01:15.44] If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?\n[01:17.54] I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me\n[01:19.51] Say you gon' die for me\n[01:20.65] I'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me\n[01:22.68] You niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me\n[01:24.83] THC the only thing relaxin' me\n[01:26.86] Strugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me\n[01:28.95] Pray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically\n[01:31.09] Diamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty\n[01:33.52] I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me\n[01:35.46] I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy\n[01:37.57] And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me\n[01:42.55] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[01:44.46] But not my life, not my life\n[01:48.70] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[01:52.87] But not my life, not my life\n[01:57.73] Look, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold\n[02:01.30] Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold\n[02:03.27] The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree\n[02:05.35] My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef\n[02:07.22] With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street\n[02:09.30] And his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'\n[02:11.95] 'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date\n[02:16.31] Plot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip\n[02:20.37] See, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public\n[02:23.21] We'd rather watch you die than try and help you\n[02:26.17] Yeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'\n[02:29.38] But fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces\n[02:33.19] Ten out of ten don't trust twelve\n[02:34.37] 'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'\n[02:37.10] Mike Brown and Trayvon and\n[02:39.13] By the time this out, there'll be another one\n[02:41.21] On God\n[02:43.73] \n[02:47.21] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[02:51.28] But not my life, not my life\n[02:55.50] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[02:59.65] But not my life, not my life\n[03:03.55] You could have anything in this world that you want\n[03:07.95] But not my life, not my life\n[03:12.25] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[03:15.88] But not my life\n[03:29.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything's For Sale (feat. 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Why would you lie to me?\n  If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?\n  I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me\n  Say you gon' die for me\n  I'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me\n  You niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me\n  THC the only thing relaxin' me\n  Strugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me\n  Pray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically\n\n  Diamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty\n\n  I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me\n  I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy\n  And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me\n\n  Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n  But not my life, not my life\n  Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n  But not my life, not my life\n\n  Look, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold\n  Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold\n  The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree\n  My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef\n  With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street\n  And his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'\n  'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date\n\n  Plot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip\n  See, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public\n  We'd rather watch you die than try and help you\n\n  Yeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'\n\n  But fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces\n  Ten out of ten don't trust twelve\n  'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'\n  Mike Brown and Trayvon and\n  By the time this out, there'll be another one\n  On God\n\n  Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n  But not my life, not my life\n  Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n  But not my life, not my life\n\n  You could have anything in this world that you want\n  But not my life, not my life\n  Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n  But not my life\n"},{"id":35812520,"name":"Everything's For Sale (feat. 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Why would you lie to me?\nIf you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?\nI don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me\nSay you gon' die for me\nI'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me\nYou niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me\nTHC the only thing relaxin' me\nStrugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me\nPray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically\n\nDiamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty\n\nI'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me\nI wasn't doin' anything, they was happy\nAnd I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me\n\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\n\nLook, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold\nNiggas is hot and these bitches is cold\nThe Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree\nMy nigga went vegan, still died from a beef\nWith his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street\nAnd his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'\n'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date\n\nPlot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip\nSee, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public\nWe'd rather watch you die than try and help you\n\nYeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'\n\nBut fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces\nTen out of ten don't trust twelve\n'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'\nMike Brown and Trayvon and\nBy the time this out, there'll be another one\nOn God\n\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life, not my life\n\nYou could have anything in this world that you want\nBut not my life, not my life\nEverything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\nBut not my life","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.21] I was lost and I was blind\n[00:15.27] Now I know who's on my side\n[00:15.52] The angels, they are waiting for you\n[00:15.69] That's why my mama told my sister, \"Ain't no changing him\n[00:24.43] He's probably somewhere with a pistol, ain't no saving him\"\n[00:33.62] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[00:37.67] But not my life, not my life\n[00:42.09] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[00:46.00] But not my life, not my life\n[00:50.81] Everything's for sale but my life\n[00:52.52] Still payin' fair, get somebody swiped\n[00:54.52] Know a young boy got his college degree twice\n[00:56.70] 'Nother young nigga, same age, got life\n[00:58.79] Only difference, one mother workin' two shifts\n[01:00.56] And the other mom outside workin' the pipe\n[01:02.96] Everybody on the sidewalk, we standin' all night\n[01:05.24] Like the neighborhood goin' on strike\n[01:07.01] Still hang with my homies I was outside havin' fist fights with\n[01:09.97] Now we boardin' flights\n[01:11.21] I come from poverty, I ain't hit the lottery\n[01:13.23] What love you got for me? Why would you lie to me?\n[01:15.44] If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?\n[01:17.54] I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me\n[01:19.51] Say you gon' die for me\n[01:20.65] I'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me\n[01:22.68] You niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me\n[01:24.83] THC the only thing relaxin' me\n[01:26.86] Strugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me\n[01:28.95] Pray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically\n[01:31.09] Diamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty\n[01:33.52] I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me\n[01:35.46] I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy\n[01:37.57] And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me\n[01:42.55] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[01:44.46] But not my life, not my life\n[01:48.70] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[01:52.87] But not my life, not my life\n[01:57.73] Look, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold\n[02:01.30] Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold\n[02:03.27] The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree\n[02:05.35] My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef\n[02:07.22] With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street\n[02:09.30] And his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'\n[02:11.95] 'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date\n[02:16.31] Plot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip\n[02:20.37] See, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public\n[02:23.21] We'd rather watch you die than try and help you\n[02:26.17] Yeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'\n[02:29.38] But fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces\n[02:33.19] Ten out of ten don't trust twelve\n[02:34.37] 'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'\n[02:37.10] Mike Brown and Trayvon and\n[02:39.13] By the time this out, there'll be another one\n[02:41.21] On God\n[02:43.73] \n[02:47.21] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[02:51.28] But not my life, not my life\n[02:55.50] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[02:59.65] But not my life, not my life\n[03:03.55] You could have anything in this world that you want\n[03:07.95] But not my life, not my life\n[03:12.25] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale\n[03:15.88] But not my life\n[03:29.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything's For Sale (feat. 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103480\n- text: Back to life (yeah)\n  start_ms: 103480\n  end_ms: 105710\n- text: Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n  start_ms: 105710\n  end_ms: 108160\n- text: Back to life\n  start_ms: 108160\n  end_ms: 110450\n- text: Back to re-\n  start_ms: 110450\n  end_ms: 111760\n- text: However, do you want me?\n  start_ms: 111760\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 115150\n- text: IRS patient, friends on JPay\n  start_ms: 115150\n  end_ms: 117330\n- text: How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n  start_ms: 117330\n  end_ms: 119520\n- text: That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?\n  start_ms: 119520\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Look, wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124300\n- text: Used to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks\n  start_ms: 124300\n  end_ms: 126800\n- text: A dollar short, a day late\n  start_ms: 126800\n  end_ms: 129110\n- text: Nigga with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play\n  start_ms: 129110\n  end_ms: 131520\n- text: Small conversations I vacate\n  start_ms: 131520\n  end_ms: 133730\n- text: They all say, \"We brothers,\" I feel like I'm Bison Dele\n  start_ms: 133730\n  end_ms: 136590\n- text: Yeah, I got a stripper from LA\n  start_ms: 136590\n  end_ms: 138480\n- text: My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele\n  start_ms: 138480\n  end_ms: 141470\n- text: Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless\n  start_ms: 141470\n  end_ms: 143250\n- text: Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave\n  start_ms: 143250\n  end_ms: 145500\n- text: Look, the ebb and flow of this talent\n  start_ms: 145500\n  end_ms: 147830\n- text: It's like a balancing act, but my parents gave me my stage name\n  start_ms: 147830\n  end_ms: 150340\n- text: Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n  start_ms: 150340\n  end_ms: 152560\n- text: IRS patient, friends on JPay\n  start_ms: 152560\n  end_ms: 154990\n- text: How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n  start_ms: 154990\n  end_ms: 157190\n- text: That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker? (However, do you want me?)\n  start_ms: 157190\n  end_ms: 159500\n- text: Look, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday (however, do you need me?)\n  start_ms: 159500\n  end_ms: 162390\n- text: IRS patient, everybody waitin' (however, do you want me?)\n  start_ms: 162390\n  end_ms: 164560\n- text: How can I express in the shit that got me lit\n  start_ms: 164560\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: That depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 169390\n- text: Back to life (in the belly of the)\n  start_ms: 169390\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 173830\n- text: Back to life\n  start_ms: 173830\n  end_ms: 175600\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 175600\n  end_ms: 176460\n- text: Back to reality (in the belly of the beast)\n  start_ms: 176460\n  end_ms: 179190\n- text: Back to life\n  start_ms: 179190\n  end_ms: 180670\n- text: Back to reality (you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  start_ms: 180670\n  end_ms: 183290\n- text: Back to life\n  start_ms: 183290\n  end_ms: 185340\n- text: Back to reality\n  start_ms: 185340\n  end_ms: 187210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 187210\nplain: |-\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality\n\n  They say, \"The streams fake, the bots runnin' this thing,\" wait\n  Still, I gotta make that 'vance, count my cheesecake\n  Nigga offsides, this my free play\n  I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade\n  Oh, wait, tell me where we at though\n  I'm looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor\n\n  I lost some good men 'cause they couldn't see the back door\n  We Black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel\n  Paige, all this hating on me isn't natural\n  But God gave me this and atheists can see the passion\n  And y'all nigga lame, hydroplanin' with the crash outs\n  But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything\n\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the-)\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality (yeah, in the belly of the beast)\n\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the-)\n  Back to life\n  Back to real (but ain't no fuckin' way, boy)\n\n  Yeah, we're celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic\n  God's good, but I'm often questioning when He listen\n  The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me\n  They're crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning\n  Chocolate City, we supposed to be good\n  Never thought I'd see Rayful Edmond's on social media\n  They out their cotton-pickin' minds, they don't know the details\n  Me and Kazz talkin' Silk, Temple Beverly Hills\n\n  Southwest, Southwest, shout out to 106\n  Every show I had a platinum, they was gettin' me lit\n  Everybody show you love when you're givin' 'em shit\n  One day, you say no, and no longer pretend to be friends\n  My men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit\n  I lost some niggas to dippers, I lost some nigga to Fendi\n  I lost it all, when I got it all, I'm a target again\n  When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm goin'\n\n  Back to life (to the belly of the)\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n  Back to life (yeah)\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the beast)\n\n  Back to life (yeah)\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n  Back to life\n  Back to re-\n  However, do you want me?\n\n  Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n  IRS patient, friends on JPay\n  How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n  That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?\n  Look, wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck\n  Used to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks\n\n  A dollar short, a day late\n  Nigga with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play\n  Small conversations I vacate\n  They all say, \"We brothers,\" I feel like I'm Bison Dele\n  Yeah, I got a stripper from LA\n  My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele\n\n  Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless\n  Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave\n  Look, the ebb and flow of this talent\n  It's like a balancing act, but my parents gave me my stage name\n  Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday\n  IRS patient, friends on JPay\n\n  How can I express in the shit that got me rich\n  That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker? (However, do you want me?)\n  Look, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday (however, do you need me?)\n  IRS patient, everybody waitin' (however, do you want me?)\n  How can I express in the shit that got me lit\n  That depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?\n\n  Back to life (in the belly of the)\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the)\n  Back to life\n  Yeah\n\n  Back to reality (in the belly of the beast)\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality (you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Back to life\n  Back to reality\n"}]