[{"id":12648428,"name":"08. The Zenith","trackName":"08. The Zenith","artistName":"Wale","albumName":"Self Made Vol. 2","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\nTriple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\nGot that leather and wood\nYou know how that story goes\nI'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\nTires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\nAll these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\nI got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\nAnd I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\nIs this the game that I chose?\nNobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\nI got that Lee-Roy glow\nSoul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\nOff up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\nGold dangling all over\nThis W tat sweater and it's double M G\nI ain't gonna be slept on forever\nTell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\nNot enough hands on me\nEyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\nGot a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\nThey said I would change, I'm just proving em right\nI was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\nMan, that don't sound right\nBut what it sound like is a good year for me\nI used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\nMe, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\nPorridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\nNow I'm the big man to beat\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nWhen you start shaking that tree\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nLook at me\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nGold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\nBlowing OG, I never socialize with police\nGlock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\nIt'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\nI ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\nI seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\nDon't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\nDon't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\nAin't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\nShout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\nLost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\nI see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\nRiding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\nThey try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\nYeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\nThat's the difference 'tween me and them\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nI wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\nThinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\nStress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\nPills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\nRush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\nSuccess in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\nAll these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\nHandle my business, tuition for my kids' college\nDope boy styling, DEA target\nOne point seven for these VS's on my collar\nBorn in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\nLay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 08. The Zenith\n  artist: Wale\n  album: Self Made Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":29208085,"name":"The Zenith","trackName":"The Zenith","artistName":"Wale & Stalley","albumName":"MMG Presents: Self Made, Volume 2","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\nTriple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\nGot that leather and wood\nYou know how that story goes\nI'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\nTires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\nAll these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\nI got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\nAnd I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\nIs this the game that I chose?\nNobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\nI got that Lee-Roy glow\nSoul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\nOff up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\nGold dangling all over\nThis W tat sweater and it's double M G\nI ain't gonna be slept on forever\nTell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\nNot enough hands on me\nEyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\nGot a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\nThey said I would change, I'm just proving em right\nI was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\nMan, that don't sound right\nBut what it sound like is a good year for me\nI used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\nMe, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\nPorridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\nNow I'm the big man to beat\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nWhen you start shaking that tree\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nLook at me\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nGold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\nBlowing OG, I never socialize with police\nGlock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\nIt'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\nI ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\nI seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\nDon't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\nDon't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\nAin't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\nShout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\nLost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\nI see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\nRiding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\nThey try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\nYeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\nThat's the difference 'tween me and them\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nI wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\nThinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\nStress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\nPills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\nRush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\nSuccess in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\nAll these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\nHandle my business, tuition for my kids' college\nDope boy styling, DEA target\nOne point seven for these VS's on my collar\nBorn in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\nLay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Zenith\n  artist: Wale & Stalley\n  album: 'MMG Presents: Self Made, Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":12648426,"name":"08. The Zenith","trackName":"08. The Zenith","artistName":"Wale & Stalley","albumName":"Self Made Vol. 2","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\nTriple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\nGot that leather and wood\nYou know how that story goes\nI'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\nTires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\nAll these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\nI got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\nAnd I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\nIs this the game that I chose?\nNobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\nI got that Lee-Roy glow\nSoul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\nOff up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\nGold dangling all over\nThis W tat sweater and it's double M G\nI ain't gonna be slept on forever\nTell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\nNot enough hands on me\nEyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\nGot a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\nThey said I would change, I'm just proving em right\nI was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\nMan, that don't sound right\nBut what it sound like is a good year for me\nI used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\nMe, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\nPorridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\nNow I'm the big man to beat\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nWhen you start shaking that tree\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nLook at me\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nGold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\nBlowing OG, I never socialize with police\nGlock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\nIt'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\nI ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\nI seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\nDon't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\nDon't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\nAin't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\nShout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\nLost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\nI see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\nRiding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\nThey try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\nYeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\nThat's the difference 'tween me and them\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nI wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\nThinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\nStress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\nPills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\nRush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\nSuccess in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\nAll these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\nHandle my business, tuition for my kids' college\nDope boy styling, DEA target\nOne point seven for these VS's on my collar\nBorn in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\nLay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 08. The Zenith\n  artist: Wale & Stalley\n  album: Self Made Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":9873060,"name":"The Zenith (feat. 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Rick Ross","albumName":"Self Made, Vol. 2","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\nTriple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\nGot that leather and wood\nYou know how that story goes\nI'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\nTires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\nAll these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\nI got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\nAnd I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\nIs this the game that I chose?\nNobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\nI got that Lee-Roy glow\nSoul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\nOff up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\nGold dangling all over\nThis W tat sweater and it's double M G\nI ain't gonna be slept on forever\nTell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\nNot enough hands on me\nEyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\nGot a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\nThey said I would change, I'm just proving em right\nI was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\nMan, that don't sound right\nBut what it sound like is a good year for me\nI used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\nMe, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\nPorridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\nNow I'm the big man to beat\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nWhen you start shaking that tree\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nLook at me\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nGold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\nBlowing OG, I never socialize with police\nGlock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\nIt'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\nI ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\nI seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\nDon't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\nDon't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\nAin't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\nShout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\nLost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\nI see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\nRiding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\nThey try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\nYeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\nThat's the difference 'tween me and them\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nI wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\nThinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\nStress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\nPills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\nRush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\nSuccess in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\nAll these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\nHandle my business, tuition for my kids' college\nDope boy styling, DEA target\nOne point seven for these VS's on my collar\nBorn in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\nLay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going\nKeep going, keep going, keep going...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Zenith\n  artist: Wale & Stalley feat. Rick Ross\n  album: Self Made, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":4954029,"name":"The Zenith","trackName":"The Zenith","artistName":"Wale & Stalley feat. 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Rick Ross\n  album: 'MMG Presents: Self Made, Volume 2'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":17062871,"name":"The Zenith","trackName":"The Zenith","artistName":"Wale (Feat. 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Stalley Rick Ross)\n  album: MMG Presents Self Made Vol 2\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":28944275,"name":"The Zenith","trackName":"The Zenith","artistName":"Wale (Feat. 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me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in 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hands on me\nEyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\nGot a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\nThey said I would change, I'm just proving em right\nI was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\nMan, that don't sound right\nBut what it sound like is a good year for me\nI used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\nMe, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\nPorridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\nNow I'm the big man to beat\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nWhen you start shaking that tree\nIt's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\nLook at me\n\nMy back is to the wind, and I just want to win\nBut nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\nLooking at the sky, pray that I survive\nSelf-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\nNothing, nothing\n\nGold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\nBlowing OG, I never socialize with police\nGlock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need 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for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want 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Rick Ross)\n  artist: Stalley & Wale\n  album: Self Made Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"},{"id":12648427,"name":"08. 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Rick Ross\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: Self Made, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 270289\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Boy, I'm shining on these hoes\n  Triple gold Daytons when I'm riding on these hoes\n  Got that leather and wood\n  You know how that story goes\n  I'm always on my toes when I ain't pushing a wheel\n  Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top\n  All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop\n  I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top\n  And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man\n  Is this the game that I chose?\n  Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody I owe\n  I got that Lee-Roy glow\n  Soul of an assassin and I'm trying to have me backed in\n  Off up in that corner but I'm off up in this bitch\n  Gold dangling all over\n  This W tat sweater and it's double M G\n  I ain't gonna be slept on forever\n  Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar\n  Not enough hands on me\n  Eyes on the sparrow and I'm laid up like a pharaoh\n  Got a couple grand on me, I'm just living my life\n  They said I would change, I'm just proving em right\n  I was broke before, so I'll be broke some more\n  Man, that don't sound right\n  But what it sound like is a good year for me\n  I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see\n  Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree\n  Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls\n  Now I'm the big man to beat\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  When you start shaking that tree\n  It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree\n  Look at me\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me\n  Blowing OG, I never socialize with police\n  Glock 40, never had it -- why I'mma need it?\n  It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving\n  I ain't thugging -- who the fuck is you mean-mugging?\n  I seen the meanest and toughest niggas Speedy Gonzales\n  Don't obsess over money, I'm just eager for comfort\n  Don't obsess over fame, I just speak to the public\n  Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that I'm buzzing\n  Shout outs Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder\n  Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died\n  I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage\n  Riding in another drop, ain't talking Enterprise\n  They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie\n  Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win\n  That's the difference 'tween me and them\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana\n  Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don't want to be a martyr\n  Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma\n  Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?\n  Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama\n  Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma\n  All these niggas snitching -- witness perjury, Your Honor\n  Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college\n  Dope boy styling, DEA target\n  One point seven for these VS's on my collar\n  Born in the projects, now I'm known as the hottest\n  Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars\n\n  My back is to the wind, and I just want to win\n  But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n  Looking at the sky, pray that I survive\n  Self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing\n  Nothing, nothing\n\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going\n  Keep going, keep going, keep going...\n"}]