[{"id":20697655,"name":"Still Praying","trackName":"Still Praying","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":418.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't forget the family\nLegendary (Griselda)\nAyo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (grr)\nFree Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (ah)\nBustdown spoon but off a Richard and the plain jane\nTec-9's boom but ain't shit like the (bang, bang)\nMachine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\nNiggas went viral (what happened?), they career spiral like a Brady pass (ah)\nThe AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (oh, word?)\nBulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz (don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\nLouis millionaires on billionaires\nMoney counter shorts, we kill you there (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nSpin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (ah)\nTie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\nTwo days later, sent back your hand (mm)\nThree days later, send the other hand\nGlock with the rubber band\nSwitch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man, then hopped in the Culinan (grr)\nRemember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (bag up)\nMy fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (woo, ayo)\n50 calibers, Ricky over trench\n'bout Dracula, massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\nClappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (ah)\nCeline mask spectacular\nMcQueen's black and lavender (uh-huh)\nMy king's trapped in Attica (woo)\nMachine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya\nMy team will whack the pastor up (talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\nLine your heads off (woo), tiger Asics, Bulgari spaceships\nBlow your head off, make it make sense (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nWithout shell cases\nThis shit overrated, legit\nFour hunnid dollar plates out of Copenhagen\nIt's easy to make dough, but save it (talk to 'em)\nYou show a nigga where you stashin' at? Then he supposed to take it\nThat nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\nMy bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\nRapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him (ayo, get that nigga)\nShit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\nHe up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\nA million dollars cash for when he pop up\nGave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\nIcy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\nAnd I'm most likely richer than most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\nMy lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\nYeah, he itchin' to fire off\nWord to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nI'm gon' make you pay for what you did\nYou gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\nHow you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\nYeah, oh (yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin' (yeah, gang, what else?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM), seem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\nKillers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\nDrum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah), big micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\nMix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah), stick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\nPop up OT in Livingston (county)\nBrick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside), fresh prince of the bill'\nWith that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah), ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\nFree the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan, jammin' (free the gargoyles)\n30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\nYerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\nLettin' girlie work her hand, she got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin), somewhat of a emperor (yeah)\nOn Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\nTwenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\nI hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\nThen, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on the black spoon\nTurned my kitchen to a classroom\nMy crib into a stash room\nA zip into half moon\nPlay Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\nBut, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\nGold chains and tracksuits\nBulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\nNah, I did what I had to\nThis shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\nHandle on the pot, jigglin'\nIt's ninety in this bitch, but with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time-sensitive\nBust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\nSixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\nAnd fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\nAnd fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\nI been in the top ten of it\nA pen you can drop killers with\nA rap sheet you can eat off\nSo y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\nGriselda is forever (Griselda)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Praying\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 418000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't forget the family\n  Legendary (Griselda)\n  Ayo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (grr)\n  Free Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (ah)\n  Bustdown spoon but off a Richard and the plain jane\n  Tec-9's boom but ain't shit like the (bang, bang)\n  Machine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\n  Niggas went viral (what happened?), they career spiral like a Brady pass (ah)\n  The AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (oh, word?)\n  Bulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz (don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\n  Louis millionaires on billionaires\n  Money counter shorts, we kill you there (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (ah)\n  Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n  Two days later, sent back your hand (mm)\n  Three days later, send the other hand\n  Glock with the rubber band\n  Switch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man, then hopped in the Culinan (grr)\n  Remember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (bag up)\n  My fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (woo, ayo)\n  50 calibers, Ricky over trench\n  'bout Dracula, massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Clappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (ah)\n  Celine mask spectacular\n  McQueen's black and lavender (uh-huh)\n  My king's trapped in Attica (woo)\n  Machine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya\n  My team will whack the pastor up (talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\n  Line your heads off (woo), tiger Asics, Bulgari spaceships\n  Blow your head off, make it make sense (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Without shell cases\n  This shit overrated, legit\n  Four hunnid dollar plates out of Copenhagen\n  It's easy to make dough, but save it (talk to 'em)\n  You show a nigga where you stashin' at? Then he supposed to take it\n  That nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\n  My bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\n  Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him (ayo, get that nigga)\n  Shit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\n  He up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\n  A million dollars cash for when he pop up\n  Gave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\n  Icy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\n  And I'm most likely richer than most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\n  My lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\n  Yeah, he itchin' to fire off\n  Word to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n  You gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\n  How you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\n  Yeah, oh (yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin' (yeah, gang, what else?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM), seem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\n  Killers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\n  Drum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah), big micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\n  Mix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah), stick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\n  Pop up OT in Livingston (county)\n  Brick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside), fresh prince of the bill'\n  With that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah), ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\n  Free the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan, jammin' (free the gargoyles)\n  30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\n  Yerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\n  Lettin' girlie work her hand, she got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin), somewhat of a emperor (yeah)\n  On Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\n  Twenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\n  I hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on the black spoon\n  Turned my kitchen to a classroom\n  My crib into a stash room\n  A zip into half moon\n  Play Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\n  But, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\n  Gold chains and tracksuits\n  Bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\n  Nah, I did what I had to\n  This shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\n  Handle on the pot, jigglin'\n  It's ninety in this bitch, but with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time-sensitive\n  Bust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\n  Sixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\n  And fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it\n  A pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off\n  So y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Griselda is forever (Griselda)\n"},{"id":17308253,"name":"Still Praying","trackName":"Still Praying","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":414.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't forget the family\nLegendary (Griselda)\nAyo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (grr)\nFree Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (ah)\nBustdown spoon but off a Richard and the plain jane\nTec-9's boom but ain't shit like the (bang, bang)\nMachine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\nNiggas went viral (what happened?)\nThey career spiral like a Brady pass (ah)\nThe AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (oh, word?)\nBulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\n(don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\nLouis millionaires on billionaires\nMoney counter shorts, we kill you there (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nSpin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (ah)\nTie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\nTwo days later, sent back your hand (mm)\nThree days later, send the other hand\nGlock with the rubber band\nSwitch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man\nThen hopped in the Culinan (grr)\nRemember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (bag up)\nMy fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (woo, ayo)\n50 calibers, Ricky over trench\n'bout Dracula, massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger\n(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\nClappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (ah)\nCeline mask spectacular\nMcQueen's black and lavender (uh-huh)\nMy king's trapped in Attica (woo)\nMachine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya\nMy team will whack the pastor up (talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\nLine your heads off (woo), tiger Asics, Bulgari spaceships\nBlow your head off, make it make sense (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nWithout shell cases\nThis shit overrated, legit\nFour hunnid dollar plates out of Copenhagen\nIt's easy to make dough, but save it (talk to 'em)\nYou show a nigga where you stashin' at? Then he supposed to take it\nThat nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\nMy bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\nRapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him\n(Ayo, get that nigga)\nShit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\nHe up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\nA million dollars cash for when he pop up\nGave bricks to my squad\nI even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\nIcy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\nAnd I'm most likely richer\nThan most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\nMy lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\nYeah, he itchin' to fire off\nWord to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied\nThat's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nI'm gon' make you pay for what you did\nYou gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\nHow you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\nYeah, oh (yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n(yeah, gang, what else?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM)\nSeem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\nKillers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\nDrum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah)\nBig micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\nMix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah)\nStick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\nPop up OT in Livingston (county)\nBrick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside)\nFresh prince of the bill'\nWith that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah)\nAin't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\nFree the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\nJammin' (free the gargoyles)\n30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\nYerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\nLettin' girlie work her hand\nShe got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin)\nSomewhat of a emperor (yeah)\nOn Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur\nWhere it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\nTwenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\nI hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\nThen, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on the black spoon\nTurned my kitchen to a classroom\nMy crib into a stash room\nA zip into half moon\nPlay Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\nBut, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\nGold chains and tracksuits\nBulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\nNah, I did what I had to\nThis shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\nHandle on the pot, jigglin'\nIt's ninety in this bitch\nBut with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time-sensitive\nBust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\nSixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\nAnd fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\nAnd fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\nI been in the top ten of it\nA pen you can drop killers with\nA rap sheet you can eat off\nSo y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\nGriselda is forever (Griselda)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Praying\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 414000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't forget the family\n  Legendary (Griselda)\n  Ayo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (grr)\n  Free Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (ah)\n  Bustdown spoon but off a Richard and the plain jane\n  Tec-9's boom but ain't shit like the (bang, bang)\n  Machine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\n  Niggas went viral (what happened?)\n  They career spiral like a Brady pass (ah)\n  The AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (oh, word?)\n  Bulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\n  (don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\n  Louis millionaires on billionaires\n  Money counter shorts, we kill you there (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (ah)\n  Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n  Two days later, sent back your hand (mm)\n  Three days later, send the other hand\n  Glock with the rubber band\n  Switch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man\n  Then hopped in the Culinan (grr)\n  Remember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (bag up)\n  My fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (woo, ayo)\n  50 calibers, Ricky over trench\n  'bout Dracula, massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger\n  (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Clappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (ah)\n  Celine mask spectacular\n  McQueen's black and lavender (uh-huh)\n  My king's trapped in Attica (woo)\n  Machine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya\n  My team will whack the pastor up (talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\n  Line your heads off (woo), tiger Asics, Bulgari spaceships\n  Blow your head off, make it make sense (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Without shell cases\n  This shit overrated, legit\n  Four hunnid dollar plates out of Copenhagen\n  It's easy to make dough, but save it (talk to 'em)\n  You show a nigga where you stashin' at? Then he supposed to take it\n  That nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\n  My bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\n  Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him\n  (Ayo, get that nigga)\n  Shit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\n  He up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\n  A million dollars cash for when he pop up\n  Gave bricks to my squad\n  I even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\n  Icy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\n  And I'm most likely richer\n  Than most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\n  My lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\n  Yeah, he itchin' to fire off\n  Word to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied\n  That's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n  You gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\n  How you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\n  Yeah, oh (yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  (yeah, gang, what else?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM)\n  Seem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\n  Killers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\n  Drum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah)\n  Big micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\n  Mix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah)\n  Stick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\n  Pop up OT in Livingston (county)\n  Brick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside)\n  Fresh prince of the bill'\n  With that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah)\n  Ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\n  Free the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\n  Jammin' (free the gargoyles)\n  30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\n  Yerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\n  Lettin' girlie work her hand\n  She got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin)\n  Somewhat of a emperor (yeah)\n  On Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur\n  Where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\n  Twenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\n  I hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on the black spoon\n  Turned my kitchen to a classroom\n  My crib into a stash room\n  A zip into half moon\n  Play Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\n  But, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\n  Gold chains and tracksuits\n  Bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\n  Nah, I did what I had to\n  This shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\n  Handle on the pot, jigglin'\n  It's ninety in this bitch\n  But with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time-sensitive\n  Bust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\n  Sixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\n  And fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it\n  A pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off\n  So y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Griselda is forever (Griselda)\n"},{"id":24792300,"name":"Still Praying ft Boldy James, Conway, Stove God Cooks & Benny The Butcher","trackName":"Still Praying ft Boldy James, Conway, Stove God Cooks & Benny The Butcher","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":417.787823,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, shanaynay, head to toe with the loaded AK (Brr)\nFree Cutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (Ah)\nBustdowns, boo, but I feel richer in the plain Jane (Woo)\nTEC-9s boom, but ain't shit like the (Bang bang)\nMachine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\nNiggas went viral (What happened?)\nThey career spiral like a Brady pass (Ah)\nThe AP flash, it's rare shit, only me and Tom Brady have (Oh word?)\nBulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\nOn you, nigga (Don't make me spaz on you, pussy)\nAyo, Louis millionaires on billionaires\nMoney counter shorts, we kill you then\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nSpin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\nTie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\nTwo days later, sit back your hand (Mmm)\nThree days later, send the other hand\nGlock with the rubber band (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nSwitch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man (Ah)\nThen hopped in the Cullinan\nRemember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (Back up)\nMy fingertips blistered, got a chop with my other 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(Woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yeah, oh\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence (Brrt, bah, brrt)\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\nFifty million later and we still prayin' (We are)\nWe survived it all and we still prayin' (God)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\nMy first brick made me feel godly (Feel godly)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas, \"Get behind me\" (God)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pick up, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\nYeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yeah, oh\nI heard he dropped dead off the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (Brrt, bah, bah)\nFifty million later and we still prayin' (Woo, ah)\nWe survived it all and we still prayin' (The mafia, still prayin')\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still\nPrayin' (Still prayin', what up?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we\nStill prayin' (My dad's moves gettin' tricky)\n\nSeem like my custos gettin' pickier (T-T)\nKillers in the Drug Zone gettin' wickeder (My youngins)\nDrum on the Mini Ripper (Grrah)\nBig micro in the miniature (Break it)\nMixed the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah)\nStick on me like I'm Pickett (Stick it in)\nPop up OT and Livingston (County)\nBrick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit)\nFresh prince of the 'Ville (East side)\nBut that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\nAin't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all)\nFree the guys stuck on that island with\nGilligan jammin' (Free the fuck boys)\n30 AM, ain't talkin' anti meridian slammin' (Slapbox)\nYerkies in tens, in the upper peninsula lettin'\nGirly work her hands, she got a touch of dementia (This is Tastetesta)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (I can't be)\nSo what if an emperor on Hell Block? (Yeah)\nMe and Young Lar were blisterin'\nTemperatures (64 like Nintendo, what up?)\n\nTwenty piece of gold when I rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\nI hand-stretched it like Papa John's pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke when I monetize legal dope?\nThen I, declined that meeting with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on a black spoon\nTurned my kitchen to a classroom, my crib into a stash room\nA zip into a half moon, play Robert Glasper jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's Wagyu\nBut you get it done that day when you in that loop (Uh)\nGold chains and tracksuits (Uh), bulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass, so what we— (Nah)\nI did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\nHandle on the pot jigglin', it's ninety in this bitch\nBut with this timepiece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time sensitive\nBust the presi', then got rid of it\nSixty carat Pyrex, I'm 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Boom,\n[01:48.13]boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom,\n[01:49.43]boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[01:50.70]Legit four hundred dollar\n[01:52.23]plates out of Copenhagen\n[01:53.70]Boom, boom, boom, boom,\n[01:53.73]boom, boom, boom, boom\n[01:53.77]Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,\n[01:53.80]boom, boom, boom, boom )\n[01:53.83]It's easy to make dough,\n[01:55.03]but save it (Talk to ' em)\n[01:56.33]You show a nigga where you stashin'\n[01:58.23]that, then he supposed to take it\n[02:00.10]That nigga just came home,\n[02:01.37]you know he over anxious (Ah)\n[02:02.90]My bitch rockin' Van Cleef\n[02:04.43]on the anklets (Uh huh)\n[02:05.77]Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon'\n[02:07.93]Spank him (Ayo,\n[02:08.83]get that nigga) , shit, yeah\n[02:11.13]Two thousand bricks of Flocka\n[02:12.80]God watch my six, he up the cannon,\n[02:15.20]the Draco baka (Brrt)\n[02:16.63]Cutter locked up,\n[02:17.67]a million dollars cash for when he pop up\n[02:20.23]Gave bricks to my squad,\n[02:21.80]I even called my shooter Waka (Woo)\n[02:24.10]So I'm Gucci when I move (Ah) ,\n[02:26.13]icy as some fuck\n[02:27.30]Bitches was stinkin' Gucci\n[02:28.83]in the room (Hahaha)\n[02:30.07]And I'm most likely richer than most\n[02:31.97]These dudes that's in the room (Facts)\n[02:33.60]My lil' head buster,\n[02:34.87]he gon' hit your kufi when he boom\n[02:37.30]Nigga (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah,\n[02:38.30]fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)\n[02:40.80]Yeah, he itchin' to fire off (Uh huh)\n[02:42.93]Word to Allah,\n[02:43.93]you gon' get your bean pied, that's\n[02:46.27]Your final call (Ah, boom,\n[02:47.13]boom, boom, boom) , ah\n[02:48.43]I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n[02:52.23]You gon' pray we never spin\n[02:53.83]your block again (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)\n[02:56.00]How you get recliners in your Benz?\n[02:58.43](Woo)\n[03:00.17]I thought you knew that we was rich,\n[03:02.10]bitch\n[03:02.70]Yeah, oh\n[03:05.07]All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n[03:09.03]I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n[03:13.07]I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n[03:15.33]They shot him tryna hop the fence (Brrt,\n[03:18.20]bah, brrt)\n[03:18.97]If it ain't Griselda,\n[03:20.13]it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n[03:22.83]If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n[03:26.43]If it ain't Fourth Rope,\n[03:27.77]it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n[03:30.40]If he ain't die,\n[03:31.30]it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n[03:34.07]Fifty million later and we\n[03:35.77]still prayin' (We are)\n[03:38.03]We survived it all and we\n[03:39.87]still prayin' (God)\n[03:41.77]He lost his appeal,\n[03:42.80]they got him still prayin'\n[03:44.57]Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store,\n[03:47.20]we still prayin' (Woo)\n[03:48.97]My first brick made me\n[03:50.53]feel godly (Feel godly)\n[03:51.97]My tenth brick, I told them broke\n[03:53.87]niggas, \" Get behind me\" (God)\n[03:55.83]My twenty- third brick,\n[03:57.43]I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\n[03:59.73]By my fifty- fifth pick up,\n[04:01.37]nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n[04:03.40]Yeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\n[04:05.77]All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n[04:09.67]I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n[04:13.77]I heard he dropped dead off the fent'\n[04:16.00]They shot him jumpin' out the whip (Brrt,\n[04:17.80]bah, bah)\n[04:19.57]Fifty million later and we\n[04:21.20]still prayin' (Woo, ah)\n[04:23.40]We survived it all and we still\n[04:24.90]prayin' (The mafia, still prayin')\n[04:27.23]He lost his appeal, they got him still\n[04:29.37]Prayin' (Still prayin', what up?)\n[04:30.17]Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we\n[04:32.67]Still prayin' (My dad's\n[04:33.50]moves gettin' tricky)\n[04:34.73]Seem like my custos gettin' pickier (T-T)\n[04:37.17]Killers in the Drug Zone gettin'\n[04:38.70]wickeder (My youngins)\n[04:39.93]Drum on the Mini Ripper (Grrah)\n[04:41.87]Big micro in the miniature (Break it)\n[04:43.83]Mixed the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah)\n[04:45.70]Stick on 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39670\n  - text: only me and Tom Brady have (Oh word?)\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 39670\n    end_ms: 42230\n  - text: Bulletproof Mercedes glass,\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 42230\n    end_ms: 43730\n  - text: don't make me spaz\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 43730\n    end_ms: 45070\n  - text: On you, nigga (Don't make\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 45070\n    end_ms: 45330\n  - text: me spaz on you, pussy)\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 45330\n    end_ms: 45600\n  - text: Ayo, Louis millionaires on billionaires\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 45600\n    end_ms: 48270\n  - text: Money counter shorts, we kill you then\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 48270\n    end_ms: 50130\n  - text: Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom )\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 50130\n    end_ms: 51230\n  - text: Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 51230\n    end_ms: 53530\n  - text: Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n    words: []\n    start_ms: 53530\n    end_ms: 56330\n 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(Woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence (Brrt, bah, brrt)\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\n  Fifty million later and we still prayin' (We are)\n  We survived it all and we still prayin' (God)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\n  My first brick made me feel godly (Feel godly)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas, \"Get behind me\" (God)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pick up, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\n  Yeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n  I heard he dropped dead off the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (Brrt, bah, bah)\n  Fifty million later and we still prayin' (Woo, ah)\n  We survived it all and we still prayin' (The mafia, still prayin')\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still\n  Prayin' (Still prayin', what up?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we\n  Still prayin' (My dad's moves gettin' tricky)\n\n  Seem like my custos gettin' pickier (T-T)\n  Killers in the Drug Zone gettin' wickeder (My youngins)\n  Drum on the Mini Ripper (Grrah)\n  Big micro in the miniature (Break it)\n  Mixed the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah)\n  Stick on me like I'm Pickett (Stick it in)\n  Pop up OT and Livingston (County)\n  Brick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit)\n  Fresh prince of the 'Ville (East side)\n  But that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\n  Ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all)\n  Free the guys stuck on that island with\n  Gilligan jammin' (Free the fuck boys)\n  30 AM, ain't talkin' anti meridian slammin' (Slapbox)\n  Yerkies in tens, in the upper peninsula lettin'\n  Girly work her hands, she got a touch of dementia (This is Tastetesta)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (I can't be)\n  So what if an emperor on Hell Block? (Yeah)\n  Me and Young Lar were blisterin'\n  Temperatures (64 like Nintendo, what up?)\n\n  Twenty piece of gold when I rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\n  I hand-stretched it like Papa John's pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then I, declined that meeting with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on a black spoon\n  Turned my kitchen to a classroom, my crib into a stash room\n  A zip into a half moon, play Robert Glasper jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's Wagyu\n  But you get it done that day when you in that loop (Uh)\n  Gold chains and tracksuits (Uh), bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass, so what we— (Nah)\n  I did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\n  Handle on the pot jigglin', it's ninety in this bitch\n  But with this timepiece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time sensitive\n  Bust the presi', then got rid of it\n  Sixty carat Pyrex, I'm different (Bullshit)\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin' it (Griselda)\n  Fuck that, that say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it, a pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off, so y'alls, let's not mention it, gang\n"},{"id":19062372,"name":"Still Praying (feat. 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Then he supposed to take it\nThat nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\nMy bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\nRapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him\n(Ayo, get that nigga)\nShit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\nHe up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\nA million dollars cash for when he pop up\nGave bricks to my squad\nI even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\nIcy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\nAnd I'm most likely richer\nThan most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\nMy lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\nYeah, he itchin' to fire off\nWord to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied\nThat's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nI'm gon' make you pay for what you did\nYou gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\nHow you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\nYeah, oh (yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n(yeah, gang, what else?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\nMy dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM)\nSeem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\nKillers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\nDrum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah)\nBig micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\nMix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah)\nStick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\nPop up OT in Livingston (county)\nBrick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside)\nFresh prince of the bill'\nWith that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah)\nAin't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\nFree the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\nJammin' (free the gargoyles)\n30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\nYerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\nLettin' girlie work her hand\nShe got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin)\nSomewhat of a emperor (yeah)\nOn Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur\nWhere it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\nTwenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\nI hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\nThen, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on the black spoon\nTurned my kitchen to a classroom\nMy crib into a stash room\nA zip into half moon\nPlay Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\nBut, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\nGold chains and tracksuits\nBulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\nNah, I did what I had to\nThis shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\nHandle on the pot, jigglin'\nIt's ninety in this bitch\nBut with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time-sensitive\nBust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\nSixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\nAnd fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\nAnd fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\nI been in the top ten of it\nA pen you can drop killers with\nA rap sheet you can eat off\nSo y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\nGriselda is forever (Griselda)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Praying (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Conway the Machine & Boldy James)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 414041\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't forget the family\n  Legendary (Griselda)\n  Ayo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (grr)\n  Free Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (ah)\n  Bustdown spoon but off a Richard and the plain jane\n  Tec-9's boom but ain't shit like the (bang, bang)\n  Machine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\n  Niggas went viral (what happened?)\n  They career spiral like a Brady pass (ah)\n  The AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (oh, word?)\n  Bulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\n  (don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\n  Louis millionaires on billionaires\n  Money counter shorts, we kill you there (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (ah)\n  Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n  Two days later, sent back your hand (mm)\n  Three days later, send the other hand\n  Glock with the rubber band\n  Switch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man\n  Then hopped in the Culinan (grr)\n  Remember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (bag up)\n  My fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (woo, ayo)\n  50 calibers, Ricky over trench\n  'bout Dracula, massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger\n  (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Clappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (ah)\n  Celine mask spectacular\n  McQueen's black and lavender (uh-huh)\n  My king's trapped in Attica (woo)\n  Machine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya\n  My team will whack the pastor up (talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\n  Line your heads off (woo), tiger Asics, Bulgari spaceships\n  Blow your head off, make it make sense (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Without shell cases\n  This shit overrated, legit\n  Four hunnid dollar plates out of Copenhagen\n  It's easy to make dough, but save it (talk to 'em)\n  You show a nigga where you stashin' at? Then he supposed to take it\n  That nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (ah)\n  My bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets\n  Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him\n  (Ayo, get that nigga)\n  Shit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka, God, watch my six\n  He up the Cannon or Draco, blocka, Kutter locked up\n  A million dollars cash for when he pop up\n  Gave bricks to my squad\n  I even called my shooter Waka so I'm gucci when I move\n  Icy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (hahaha)\n  And I'm most likely richer\n  Than most these dudes that's in the room (bag)\n  My lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\n  Yeah, he itchin' to fire off\n  Word to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied\n  That's your final call, ah (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n  You gon' pray we never spin your block again (grrr, ba-ba-ba)\n  How you get recliners in your Benz? (woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (hahahaha)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (we up)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (we good)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My first brick, made me feel godly (made me feel God)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (stove)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (woo)\n  Yeah, oh (yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (grrr, ba-ba)\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (woo, cha-ching)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (mafia)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  (yeah, gang, what else?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (woo)\n  My dance moves gettin' tricky (tDM)\n  Seem like my custos gettin' picky (tick-tick)\n  Killers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (my youngins)\n  Drum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah)\n  Big micro in the miniature (achy-breaky)\n  Mix the Rick with Balenci' (yeah)\n  Stick on me like I'm picky (stick dance)\n  Pop up OT in Livingston (county)\n  Brick on me, I'm from Michigan (detroit, Eastside)\n  Fresh prince of the bill'\n  With that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (yeah)\n  Ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (at all)\n  Free the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\n  Jammin' (free the gargoyles)\n  30 am, ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (slap box)\n  Yerkies and tens in the upper peninsula\n  Lettin' girlie work her hand\n  She got a touch of dementia (that's a taste test)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (kingpin)\n  Somewhat of a emperor (yeah)\n  On Hellblock (yeah), me and young Lur\n  Where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\n  Twenty piece ago, when I first rocked that piece of blow (ah)\n  I hand stretched it like Papa Johns pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then, I declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on the black spoon\n  Turned my kitchen to a classroom\n  My crib into a stash room\n  A zip into half moon\n  Play Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\n  But, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\n  Gold chains and tracksuits\n  Bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\n  Nah, I did what I had to\n  This shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (ah)\n  Handle on the pot, jigglin'\n  It's ninety in this bitch\n  But with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time-sensitive\n  Bust a Presi', then got rid of it (tick-tock, tick-tock)\n  Sixty carat pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\n  And fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it\n  A pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off\n  So y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\n  Griselda is forever (Griselda)\n"},{"id":20810027,"name":"Underground King (feat. Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz)","trackName":"Underground King (feat. Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":227.996735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You see\nI'm not interested in being the GOAT\nI'm fine being a GOAST\nGreatest Of All Shit Talkers\nThat's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\nRest in peace\nIt's a legendary voice, one of a kind\nGangsta Grillz\nAyo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (ah)\nScorpion death fly, don't get your head shot\nDon't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (hmm)\nYou super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)\nToo many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine\nSo now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him\nAt the crack table, fifty-K up at the win (woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (ah)\nCouldn't channel, fine china, I learned\nDope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard\nThis slick shit, don't you know you Harold Minor\nYou know me and you know I know you, vagina\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)\nYou figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (woo)\nAllahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)\nHills have eyes, hills have eyes\nAyo, it's Westside Pootie\nAnd ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\nAnd now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\nUnbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\nI'd seen one of my dads old haters the other day\nAnd you know what he still is? Disgusted\nMake a long story short\nBelieve in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\nGriselda\nFree my niggas locked behind bars (uh-huh)\nThey can't lock your mind, do the time\nDon't let it do you, walk it off\nLearn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (yeah)\nNow I'm refined on fire, it's rage for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (woah)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in a supermarket, he like \"What the fuck?\"\nI had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (ah)\nCamo'd down like birdy, don't get your face split\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\nI never lost it, it's Louis on my AirForces\nGorgeous, see what the fuck I did (what?)\nMy grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big\nIt ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (uh-uh)\nThe total package, like Lex Luger\nI need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster\nI'm just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to\nFork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (whip)\nNever liked you niggas, like Future (fuck out of here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or knew, they all under the shoe\nAin't that the word on the street\nFlygod has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Underground King (feat. Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 227997\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You see\n  I'm not interested in being the GOAT\n  I'm fine being a GOAST\n  Greatest Of All Shit Talkers\n  That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\n  Rest in peace\n  It's a legendary voice, one of a kind\n  Gangsta Grillz\n  Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (ah)\n  Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot\n  Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (hmm)\n  You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)\n  Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine\n  So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind\n  Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him\n  At the crack table, fifty-K up at the win (woo)\n  Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\n  I'm way out your league, you in the minors (ah)\n  Couldn't channel, fine china, I learned\n  Dope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard\n  This slick shit, don't you know you Harold Minor\n  You know me and you know I know you, vagina\n  I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n  Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)\n  You figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible\n  We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (woo)\n  Allahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)\n  You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)\n  Hills have eyes, hills have eyes\n  Ayo, it's Westside Pootie\n  And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\n  And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\n  Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\n  I'd seen one of my dads old haters the other day\n  And you know what he still is? Disgusted\n  Make a long story short\n  Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\n  Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n  Griselda\n  Free my niggas locked behind bars (uh-huh)\n  They can't lock your mind, do the time\n  Don't let it do you, walk it off\n  Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (yeah)\n  Now I'm refined on fire, it's rage for the roaches\n  Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless\n  Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in\n  Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n  Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (woah)\n  Diamonds in all of my slugs\n  Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n  Seen him in a supermarket, he like \"What the fuck?\"\n  I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit\n  Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (ah)\n  Camo'd down like birdy, don't get your face split\n  They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\n  I never lost it, it's Louis on my AirForces\n  Gorgeous, see what the fuck I did (what?)\n  My grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big\n  It ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (uh-uh)\n  The total package, like Lex Luger\n  I need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster\n  I'm just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to\n  Fork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (whip)\n  Never liked you niggas, like Future (fuck out of here)\n  Competition far and few, old nigga or knew, they all under the shoe\n  Ain't that the word on the street\n  Flygod has the best shit\n"},{"id":15993393,"name":"Underground King Ft Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz","trackName":"Underground King Ft Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":227.946893,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You see\nI'm not interested in being the GOAT\nI'm fine being a GOAST\nGreatest Of All Shit Talkers\nThat's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\nRest in peace\nIt's a legendary voice, one of a kind\nGangsta Grillz\nAyo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (ah)\nScorpion death fly, don't get your head shot\nDon't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (hmm)\nYou super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)\nToo many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine\nSo now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him\nAt the crack table, fifty-K up at the win (woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (ah)\nCouldn't channel, fine china, I learned\nDope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard\nThis slick shit, don't you know you Harold Minor\nYou know me and you know I know you, vagina\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)\nYou figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (woo)\nAllahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)\nHills have eyes, hills have eyes\nAyo, it's Westside Pootie\nAnd ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\nAnd now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\nUnbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\nI'd seen one of my dads old haters the other day\nAnd you know what he still is? Disgusted\nMake a long story short\nBelieve in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\nGriselda\nFree my niggas locked behind bars (uh-huh)\nThey can't lock your mind, do the time\nDon't let it do you, walk it off\nLearn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (yeah)\nNow I'm refined on fire, it's rage for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (woah)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in a supermarket, he like \"What the fuck?\"\nI had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (ah)\nCamo'd down like birdy, don't get your face split\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\nI never lost it, it's Louis on my AirForces\nGorgeous, see what the fuck I did (what?)\nMy grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big\nIt ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (uh-uh)\nThe total package, like Lex Luger\nI need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster\nI'm just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to\nFork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (whip)\nNever liked you niggas, like Future (fuck out of here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or knew, they all under the shoe\nAin't that the word on the street\nFlygod has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Underground King Ft Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 227947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You see\n  I'm not interested in being the GOAT\n  I'm fine being a GOAST\n  Greatest Of All Shit Talkers\n  That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\n  Rest in peace\n  It's a legendary voice, one of a kind\n  Gangsta Grillz\n  Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (ah)\n  Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot\n  Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (hmm)\n  You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)\n  Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine\n  So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind\n  Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him\n  At the crack table, fifty-K up at the win (woo)\n  Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\n  I'm way out your league, you in the minors (ah)\n  Couldn't channel, fine china, I learned\n  Dope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard\n  This slick shit, don't you know you Harold Minor\n  You know me and you know I know you, vagina\n  I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n  Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)\n  You figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible\n  We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (woo)\n  Allahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)\n  You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)\n  Hills have eyes, hills have eyes\n  Ayo, it's Westside Pootie\n  And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\n  And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\n  Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\n  I'd seen one of my dads old haters the other day\n  And you know what he still is? Disgusted\n  Make a long story short\n  Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\n  Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n  Griselda\n  Free my niggas locked behind bars (uh-huh)\n  They can't lock your mind, do the time\n  Don't let it do you, walk it off\n  Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (yeah)\n  Now I'm refined on fire, it's rage for the roaches\n  Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless\n  Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in\n  Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n  Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (woah)\n  Diamonds in all of my slugs\n  Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n  Seen him in a supermarket, he like \"What the fuck?\"\n  I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit\n  Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (ah)\n  Camo'd down like birdy, don't get your face split\n  They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\n  I never lost it, it's Louis 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feel richer in the plain Jane (Woo)\nTEC-9s boom, but ain't shit like the (Bang bang)\nMachine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\nNiggas went viral (What happened?)\nThey career spiral like a Brady pass (Ah)\nThe AP flash, it's rare shit, only me and Tom Brady have (Oh word?)\nBulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\nOn you, nigga (Don't make me spaz on you, pussy)\nAyo, Louis millionaires on billionaires\nMoney counter shorts, we kill you then\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nSpin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\nTie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\nTwo days later, sit back your hand (Mmm)\nThree days later, send the other hand\nGlock with the rubber band (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nSwitch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man (Ah)\nThen hopped in the Cullinan\nRemember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (Back up)\nMy fingertips blistered, got a chop with my other hand\nAyo, fifty calibers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nRicky Oak trench, Count Dracula, massacre (Boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nAll you seen was fire out the passenger (Doot, doot\nDoot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot\nDoot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\nClappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (Ah)\nCeline mask spectacular\nMy Queens black and lavender (Uh huh)\n, My kings trapped in Attica (Woo)\nMachine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\nMy team'll whack the pastor up (Talk to these niggas, king), nigga\nAyo, lion head soft (Woo), tiger\nAsics (Woo), Bvlgari spaceships (Ah)\nBlow your head off, make it make sense (Boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nWithout shell casings, your shit overrated (Yeah, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nLegit four hundred dollar plates out of Copenhagen\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\nBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nIt's easy to make dough, but save it (Talk to 'em)\nYou show a nigga where you stashin' that, then he supposed to take it\nThat nigga just came home, you know he over anxious (Ah)\nMy bitch rockin' Van Cleef on the anklets (Uh huh)\nRapper get out of pocket, the bros gon'\nSpank him (Ayo, get that nigga), shit, yeah\nTwo thousand bricks of Flocka\nGod watch my six, he up the cannon, the Draco baka (Brrt)\nCutter locked up, a million dollars cash for when he pop up\nGave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka (Woo)\nSo I'm Gucci when I move (Ah), icy as some fuck\nBitches was stinkin' Gucci in the room (Hahaha)\nAnd I'm most likely richer than most\nThese dudes that's in the room (Facts)\nMy lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom\nNigga (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)\nYeah, he itchin' to fire off (Uh huh)\nWord to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's\nYour final call (Ah, boom, boom, boom, boom), ah\n\nI'm gon' make you pay for what you did\nYou gon' pray we never spin your block again (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)\nHow you get recliners in your Benz? (Woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yeah, oh\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence (Brrt, bah, brrt)\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\nFifty million later and we still prayin' (We are)\nWe survived it all and we still prayin' (God)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\nMy first brick made me feel godly (Feel godly)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas, \"Get behind me\" (God)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pick up, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\nYeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yeah, oh\nI heard he dropped dead off the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (Brrt, bah, bah)\nFifty million later and we still prayin' (Woo, ah)\nWe survived it all and we still prayin' (The mafia, still prayin')\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still\nPrayin' (Still prayin', what up?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we\nStill prayin' (My dad's moves gettin' tricky)\n\nSeem like my custos gettin' pickier (T-T)\nKillers in the Drug Zone gettin' wickeder (My youngins)\nDrum on the Mini Ripper (Grrah)\nBig micro in the miniature (Break it)\nMixed the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah)\nStick on me like I'm Pickett (Stick it in)\nPop up OT and Livingston (County)\nBrick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit)\nFresh prince of the 'Ville (East side)\nBut that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\nAin't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all)\nFree the guys stuck on that island with\nGilligan jammin' (Free the fuck boys)\n30 AM, ain't talkin' anti meridian slammin' (Slapbox)\nYerkies in tens, in the upper peninsula lettin'\nGirly work her hands, she got a touch of dementia (This is Tastetesta)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (I can't be)\nSo what if an emperor on Hell Block? (Yeah)\nMe and Young Lar were blisterin'\nTemperatures (64 like Nintendo, what up?)\n\nTwenty piece of gold when I rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\nI hand-stretched it like Papa John's pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke when I monetize legal dope?\nThen I, declined that meeting with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on a black spoon\nTurned my kitchen to a classroom, my crib into a stash room\nA zip into a half moon, play Robert Glasper jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's Wagyu\nBut you get it done that day when you in that loop (Uh)\nGold chains and tracksuits (Uh), bulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass, so what we— (Nah)\nI did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\nHandle on the pot jigglin', it's ninety in this bitch\nBut with this timepiece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time sensitive\nBust the presi', then got rid of it\nSixty carat Pyrex, I'm different (Bullshit)\nAnd fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin' it (Griselda)\nFuck that, that say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\nI been in the top ten of it, a pen you can drop killers with\nA rap sheet you can eat off, so y'alls, let's not mention it, gang","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Praying\n  artist: Westside Gunn, Boldy James, Conway the Machine, Stove God Cooks, Benny The Butcher\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 418000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo, shanaynay, head to toe with the loaded AK (Brr)\n  Free Cutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (Ah)\n  Bustdowns, boo, but I feel richer in the plain Jane (Woo)\n  TEC-9s boom, but ain't shit like the (Bang bang)\n  Machine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\n  Niggas went viral (What happened?)\n  They career spiral like a Brady pass (Ah)\n  The AP flash, it's rare shit, only me and Tom Brady have (Oh word?)\n  Bulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz\n  On you, nigga (Don't make me spaz on you, pussy)\n  Ayo, Louis millionaires on billionaires\n  Money counter shorts, we kill you then\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\n  Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n  Two days later, sit back your hand (Mmm)\n  Three days later, send the other hand\n  Glock with the rubber band (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Switch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man (Ah)\n  Then hopped in the Cullinan\n  Remember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (Back up)\n  My fingertips blistered, got a chop with my other hand\n  Ayo, fifty calibers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Ricky Oak trench, Count Dracula, massacre (Boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  All you seen was fire out the passenger (Doot, doot\n  Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot\n  Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Clappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (Ah)\n  Celine mask spectacular\n  My Queens black and lavender (Uh huh)\n  , My kings trapped in Attica (Woo)\n  Machine back, AR-15 clap and splatter ya (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\n  My team'll whack the pastor up (Talk to these niggas, king), nigga\n  Ayo, lion head soft (Woo), tiger\n  Asics (Woo), Bvlgari spaceships (Ah)\n  Blow your head off, make it make sense (Boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Without shell casings, your shit overrated (Yeah, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Legit four hundred dollar plates out of Copenhagen\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom\n  Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  It's easy to make dough, but save it (Talk to 'em)\n  You show a nigga where you stashin' that, then he supposed to take it\n  That nigga just came home, you know he over anxious (Ah)\n  My bitch rockin' Van Cleef on the anklets (Uh huh)\n  Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon'\n  Spank him (Ayo, get that nigga), shit, yeah\n  Two thousand bricks of Flocka\n  God watch my six, he up the cannon, the Draco baka (Brrt)\n  Cutter locked up, a million dollars cash for when he pop up\n  Gave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka (Woo)\n  So I'm Gucci when I move (Ah), icy as some fuck\n  Bitches was stinkin' Gucci in the room (Hahaha)\n  And I'm most likely richer than most\n  These dudes that's in the room (Facts)\n  My lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom\n  Nigga (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)\n  Yeah, he itchin' to fire off (Uh huh)\n  Word to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's\n  Your final call (Ah, boom, boom, boom, boom), ah\n\n  I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n  You gon' pray we never spin your block again (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)\n  How you get recliners in your Benz? (Woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence (Brrt, bah, brrt)\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\n  Fifty million later and we still prayin' (We are)\n  We survived it all and we still prayin' (God)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\n  My first brick made me feel godly (Feel godly)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas, \"Get behind me\" (God)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pick up, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\n  Yeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yeah, oh\n  I heard he dropped dead off the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (Brrt, bah, bah)\n  Fifty million later and we still prayin' (Woo, ah)\n  We survived it all and we still prayin' (The mafia, still prayin')\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still\n  Prayin' (Still prayin', what up?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we\n  Still prayin' (My dad's moves gettin' tricky)\n\n  Seem like my custos gettin' pickier (T-T)\n  Killers in the Drug Zone gettin' wickeder (My youngins)\n  Drum on the Mini Ripper (Grrah)\n  Big micro in the miniature (Break it)\n  Mixed the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah)\n  Stick on me like I'm Pickett (Stick it in)\n  Pop up OT and Livingston (County)\n  Brick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit)\n  Fresh prince of the 'Ville (East side)\n  But that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\n  Ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all)\n  Free the guys stuck on that island with\n  Gilligan jammin' (Free the fuck boys)\n  30 AM, ain't talkin' anti meridian slammin' (Slapbox)\n  Yerkies in tens, in the upper peninsula lettin'\n  Girly work her hands, she got a touch of dementia (This is Tastetesta)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug czar (I can't be)\n  So what if an emperor on Hell Block? (Yeah)\n  Me and Young Lar were blisterin'\n  Temperatures (64 like Nintendo, what up?)\n\n  Twenty piece of gold when I rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\n  I hand-stretched it like Papa John's pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then I, declined that meeting with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on a black spoon\n  Turned my kitchen to a classroom, my crib into a stash room\n  A zip into a half moon, play Robert Glasper jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's Wagyu\n  But you get it done that day when you in that loop (Uh)\n  Gold chains and tracksuits (Uh), bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass, so what we— (Nah)\n  I did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\n  Handle on the pot jigglin', it's ninety in this bitch\n  But with this timepiece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time sensitive\n  Bust the presi', then got rid of it\n  Sixty carat Pyrex, I'm different (Bullshit)\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin' it (Griselda)\n  Fuck that, that say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it, a pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off, so y'alls, let's not mention it, gang\n"},{"id":31164280,"name":"Still Praying","trackName":"Still Praying","artistName":"Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Stove God Cooks, Benny The Butcher, Conway The Machine, Boldy James","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":418.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Can't forget the family\nLegendary\nGriselda\n\nAyo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (Grr)\nFree Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (Ah)\nBustdown's bool, but I feel richer in the Plain Jane (Woo)\nThe TEC-9's bool, but ain't shit like the (Bang, bang)\nMachine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\nNiggas went viral (What happened?), they career spiral like a Brady pass (Ha)\nThe AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (Oh, word?)\nBulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz on you, nigga (Don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\nLouis millionaires on billionaires\nMoney counter shorts, we kill you there (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nSpin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\nTie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\nTwo days later, sent back your hand (Mm)\nThree days later, send the other hand\nGlock with the rubber band (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nSwitch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man (Brrt), then hopped in the Cullinan\nRemember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (Bag up)\nMy fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (Woo, ayo)\n.50 calibers, Ricky over trench, Bount Dracula (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nMassacre, all you see was fire out the passenger (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\nClappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (Ah)\nCeline mask spectacular, McQueen's black and lavender (Uh-huh)\nMy king's trapped in Attica (Woo) Machineback, AR-15 clap and splatter ya (Pow, pow, pow, pow)\nMy team will whack the pastor up (Talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\nLions Hazen (Woo), tiger Asics (Huh?), Bulgari spaceships (Ah)\nBlow your head off, make it make sense (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nA thousand shell cases, your shit overrated (Yeah, hahaha)\nWith JID, four hundred dollar plates out in Copenhagen\n\nIt's easy to make dough, but save it (Talk to 'em)\nYou show a nigga where you stashin' at, then he supposed to take it\nThat nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (Ah)\nMy bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets (Uh-huh)\nRapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him (Ayo, get that nigga)\nShit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka\nGod, watch my six, he up the Cannon or Draco, blocka\nKutter locked up, a million dollars cash for when he pop up\nGave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka (Woo)\nSo I'm gucci when I move (Ah, ah)\nIcy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (Hahaha)\nAnd I'm most likely richer than most these dudes that's in the room (Bag)\nMy lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\nHeh, yeah, he itchin' to fire off (Uh-huh)\nWord to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's your final call, ah (Ah, boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\nI'm gon' make you pay for what you did\nYou gon' pray we never spin your block again (Grrr, ba-ba-ba)\nHow you get recliners in your Benz? (Woo)\nI thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\nYeah, oh\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead from the fent'\nThey shot him tryna hop the fence, hoo (Brr)\n\nIf it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\nIf it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\nIf he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (We up)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (We good)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\nMy first brick, made me feel godly (Made me feel God)\nMy tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (Stove)\nMy twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\nBy my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\nYeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\nAll my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\nI came up off cookin' yayo\nI heard he dropped dead off the fent'\nThey shot him jumpin' out the whip (Grrr, ba-ba)\n\nFifty million later, and we still prayin' (Woo, cha-ching)\nWe survived it all, and we still prayin' (Mafia)\nHe lost his appeal, they got him still prayin' (Yeah, gang, what else?)\nFeel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\nMy dance moves gettin' tricky (EDM), seem like my custos gettin' picky (Titi)\nKillers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (My youngins)\nDrum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah), big micro in the miniature (Achy-breaky)\nMix the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah), stick on me like I'm Pinky (Stick dance)\nPop up O.T. in Livingston (County), brick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit, Eastside)\nFresh prince of the bale with that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\nAin't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all), free the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\nJammin' (Free the gargoyles), 30 A.M., ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (Slap box)\nYerkies and tens in the Upper Peninsula\nLettin' girlie work her hand, she got a touch of dementia (That's a taste test)\nI'm not a rap star, I'm a drug tzar (Kingpin), somewhat of a emperor (Yeah)\nOn Hellblock (Yeah), me and Young Lord where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\n\nTwenty piece ago, when I first rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\nI hand stretched it like Papa John pizza dough\nHow can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\nThen I, declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\nRock sizzled on the black spoon, turned my kitchen to a classroom\nMy crib into a stash room, a zip into half moon\nPlay Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\nY'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\nBut, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\nGold chains and tracksuits, bulletproof glass coupe\nThe statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\nNah, I did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\nThis not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\nHandle on the pot, jigglin'\nIt's ninety in this bitch, but with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\nMy road to glory was time-sensitive\nBust a Presi', then got rid of it (Tick-tock, tick-tock)\nSixty carat Pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\nAnd fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\nAnd fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\nI been in the top ten of it, a pen you can drop killers with\nA rap sheet you can eat off, so y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\n\nGriselda is forever","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Still Praying\n  artist: Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Stove God Cooks, Benny The Butcher, Conway The Machine, Boldy James\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 418000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Can't forget the family\n  Legendary\n  Griselda\n\n  Ayo, Chane'-ne', head to toe, with the loaded AK (Grr)\n  Free Kutter, I just said I loved him on the JPay (Ah)\n  Bustdown's bool, but I feel richer in the Plain Jane (Woo)\n  The TEC-9's bool, but ain't shit like the (Bang, bang)\n  Machine, get paid a bag just for the way he spaz\n  Niggas went viral (What happened?), they career spiral like a Brady pass (Ha)\n  The AP flash, it's rare, shit only me and Tom Brady has (Oh, word?)\n  Bulletproof Mercedes glass, don't make me spaz on you, nigga (Don't make me spaz on you, pussy, ayo)\n  Louis millionaires on billionaires\n  Money counter shorts, we kill you there (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Spin your thoughts on the ceiling fan (Ah)\n  Tie your lil' brother up for a kilogram\n  Two days later, sent back your hand (Mm)\n  Three days later, send the other hand\n  Glock with the rubber band (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Switch on it, shots get to stutterin' like Duh Duh Man (Brrt), then hopped in the Cullinan\n  Remember days when we was in the spot, we was pumpin' tan (Bag up)\n  My fingertips blistered, gotta chop with my other hand (Woo, ayo)\n  .50 calibers, Ricky over trench, Bount Dracula (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\n  Massacre, all you see was fire out the passenger (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Clappin' ya, you better step your fashion up (Ah)\n  Celine mask spectacular, McQueen's black and lavender (Uh-huh)\n  My king's trapped in Attica (Woo) Machineback, AR-15 clap and splatter ya (Pow, pow, pow, pow)\n  My team will whack the pastor up (Talk to these niggas, king, ayo)\n  Lions Hazen (Woo), tiger Asics (Huh?), Bulgari spaceships (Ah)\n  Blow your head off, make it make sense (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  A thousand shell cases, your shit overrated (Yeah, hahaha)\n  With JID, four hundred dollar plates out in Copenhagen\n\n  It's easy to make dough, but save it (Talk to 'em)\n  You show a nigga where you stashin' at, then he supposed to take it\n  That nigga just came home, you know he over-anxious (Ah)\n  My bitch rockin' Van Cleef on her anklets (Uh-huh)\n  Rapper get out of pocket, the bros gon' spank him (Ayo, get that nigga)\n  Shit, yeah, two thousand bricks of flacka\n  God, watch my six, he up the Cannon or Draco, blocka\n  Kutter locked up, a million dollars cash for when he pop up\n  Gave bricks to my squad, I even called my shooter Waka (Woo)\n  So I'm gucci when I move (Ah, ah)\n  Icy as a fuck, bitches was thinkin' Gucci in the room (Hahaha)\n  And I'm most likely richer than most these dudes that's in the room (Bag)\n  My lil' head buster, he gon' hit your kufi when he boom, nigga\n  Heh, yeah, he itchin' to fire off (Uh-huh)\n  Word to Allah, you gon' get your bean pied, that's your final call, ah (Ah, boom-boom-boom-boom)\n\n  I'm gon' make you pay for what you did\n  You gon' pray we never spin your block again (Grrr, ba-ba-ba)\n  How you get recliners in your Benz? (Woo)\n  I thought you knew that we was rich, bitch\n\n  Yeah, oh\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead from the fent'\n  They shot him tryna hop the fence, hoo (Brr)\n\n  If it ain't Griselda, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If it ain't Michelle, it don't mean nothin'\n  If it ain't Fourth Rope, it don't mean nothin' (Woo)\n  If he ain't die, it don't mean nothin' (Hahahaha)\n\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (We up)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (We good)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin'\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\n  My first brick, made me feel godly (Made me feel God)\n  My tenth brick, I told them broke niggas \"Get behind me\" (Stove)\n  My twenty-third brick, I turned everyone Siamese (Woo)\n  By my fifty-fifth pickup, nigga, I felt like Bronny (Woo)\n\n  Yeah, oh (Yeah, oh)\n  All my cocaine whippers, yeah, oh\n  I came up off cookin' yayo\n  I heard he dropped dead off the fent'\n  They shot him jumpin' out the whip (Grrr, ba-ba)\n\n  Fifty million later, and we still prayin' (Woo, cha-ching)\n  We survived it all, and we still prayin' (Mafia)\n  He lost his appeal, they got him still prayin' (Yeah, gang, what else?)\n  Feel Virgil's spirit in the Louis store, we still prayin' (Woo)\n\n  My dance moves gettin' tricky (EDM), seem like my custos gettin' picky (Titi)\n  Killers in the drug zone gettin' wicked (My youngins)\n  Drum on the Minnie Riperton (Rah), big micro in the miniature (Achy-breaky)\n  Mix the Rick with Balenci' (Yeah), stick on me like I'm Pinky (Stick dance)\n  Pop up O.T. in Livingston (County), brick on me, I'm from Michigan (Detroit, Eastside)\n  Fresh prince of the bale with that Uncle Phil and Auntie Vivian (Yeah)\n  Ain't no smilin' and gigglin' (At all), free the guys stuck on that island with Gilligan\n  Jammin' (Free the gargoyles), 30 A.M., ain't talkin' antimeridian, slammin' (Slap box)\n  Yerkies and tens in the Upper Peninsula\n  Lettin' girlie work her hand, she got a touch of dementia (That's a taste test)\n  I'm not a rap star, I'm a drug tzar (Kingpin), somewhat of a emperor (Yeah)\n  On Hellblock (Yeah), me and Young Lord where it's blisterin' temperatures (6-4 like Nintendo, what else?)\n\n  Twenty piece ago, when I first rocked that first piece of blow (Ah)\n  I hand stretched it like Papa John pizza dough\n  How can y'all be so broke, when I monetize legal dope?\n  Then I, declined that meetin' with Donald, I don't even vote\n  Rock sizzled on the black spoon, turned my kitchen to a classroom\n  My crib into a stash room, a zip into half moon\n  Play Robert Glasper, jazz tunes\n  Y'all let the beef age like it's wagyu\n  But, you get it done that day when you in that loop, uh\n  Gold chains and tracksuits, bulletproof glass coupe\n  The statute of limitations'll never pass with what we\n  Nah, I did what I had to, this shit done went past truce\n  This not your ordinary rap group, Griselda, nigga (Ah)\n  Handle on the pot, jigglin'\n  It's ninety in this bitch, but with this time piece on my wrist, I'm shiverin'\n  My road to glory was time-sensitive\n  Bust a Presi', then got rid of it (Tick-tock, tick-tock)\n  Sixty carat Pyrex, I'm different (I'm Butch')\n  And fuck rap, 'cause I'm livin it\n  And fuck that, it say a lot about y'all if you not feelin' it\n  I been in the top ten of it, a pen you can drop killers with\n  A rap sheet you can eat off, so y'all's, let's not mention it, gang (Gangsta Grillz)\n\n  Griselda is forever\n"},{"id":30025105,"name":"Underground King (Feat. 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(I'm the G.O.A.T., woo)\n  You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta)\n\n  The heels have eyes, the heels have eyes\n  Ayo, it's Westside Pootie\n  And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\n  And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\n  Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\n  I'd seen one of my dads oldheads the other day\n  And you know what he still is? Disgusting\n  Make a long story short\n  Believe in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\n  Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n  Griselda\n\n  Free my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh)\n  They can't lock your mind, do the time, don't let it do you, walk it off\n  Learn a lesson in a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\n  Now I'm refined on fire, it's raid for the roaches\n  Got your neck in a rope, you hopeless\n  Cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in\n  Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n  Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the O.J. gloves (Woah)\n  Diamonds in all of my slugs\n  Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n  Seen him in a supermarket, he like \"What the fuck?\"\n  I had to switch it up, re-arrange shit, we lit\n  Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the chase glitch (Ah)\n  Camo'd down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\n  They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\n  I never lost it, it's Louis on my Air Forces\n  Gorgeous, see what the fuck I did (What?)\n  My grandmother's bad boy, she always had faith that I'd be big\n  It ain't all love, don't get swallowed up by the biz' (Uh-uh)\n  The total package like Lex Luger\n  I need all of my dough, I don't take shorts, I'm not a booster\n  You're just a loser, I'm somethin' you're not used to\n  Fork in the pot, makin' shit rock like Medusa (Whip)\n  Never liked you niggas like Future (Fuck out of here)\n  Competition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe\n\n  Ain't that the word on the street\n  Flygod has the best shit\n"},{"id":30670655,"name":"Lesalleon","trackName":"Lesalleon","artistName":"westside gunn","albumName":"still praying","duration":94.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I mean, you know, fashion, you know\nThat was always somethin' that we was attached to because it's like\nThe fashion factor made you feel confident about wanting to rap\nYou know, if you had a brand new pair of sneakers on\nThat had somethin' to do with your rhyme that day\nBecause you felt like, you feelin' good right now\nYou know what I mean\nAnd like that, we gone\n\nYo, lost so many people back to back, you don't know how that feel (Ah)\nThat's why I smoke back to back, keep an Ace on chill\nI'm from a city, if you make it, watch, the hate gon' spill\nFree Kutta, free Sleeze, free Sly Green still (Free Shots)\nShoppin' paintings over the suede sofa, creating culture\nHad the Benjamin Kelly, used to take it down to Vultures\nSoon as he went to Seneca, used to meet her at A Plus\nGreat parking, salt and vinegars, yeah, remember her? (Woo)\nUsed to have a cousin Kelly, went to Kensington\nHad two seeds already, her twin went to Emerson\nShelly, you know brown-eyed Shelly?\nUsed to fuck with Pretty Anne from City Honors with the red Chevy (Skrrt)\nSmart nigga, remind me of Fresh\nNigga had the best work at sixteen, ain't had a step (Uh-uh)\nOne time, I went to Hutch Tech with the TEC (Brr)\nI was a fly Bennett nigga, raw fuckin' Steph\n\nGriselda\nBy Fashion Rebels","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] I mean, you know, fashion, you know\n[00:02.39] That was always somethin' that we was attached to because it's like\n[00:05.86] The fashion factor made you feel confident about wanting to rap\n[00:10.25] You know, if you had a brand new pair of sneakers on\n[00:12.45] That had somethin' to do with your rhyme that day\n[00:15.04] Because you felt like, you feelin' good right now\n[00:18.44] You know what I mean\n[00:20.88] And like that, we gone\n[00:24.04] Yo, lost so many people back to back, you don't know how that feel (Ah)\n[00:28.42] That's why I smoke back to back, keep an Ace on chill\n[00:31.58] I'm from a city, if you make it, watch, the hate gon' spill\n[00:34.72] Free Kutta, free Sleeze, free Sly Green still (Free Shots)\n[00:37.92] Shoppin' paintings over the suede sofa, creating culture\n[00:41.35] Had the Benjamin Kelly, used to take it down to Vultures\n[00:44.56] Soon as he went to Seneca, used to meet her at A Plus\n[00:47.77] Great parking, salt and vinegars, yeah, remember her? 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lifestyles of the rich and blamous\nStatik Selektah\nDj Drama\nAyo, water wippin' (whip), all of my friends know the difference\nShackle Hendrix (ah), he sniffed it so hard, he in (Drama)\nWater wippin' (whip), all of my friends know the difference\nShackle Hendrix (DJ Drama)\nAyo, water wippin' (whip), all of my fiends know the difference\nShackle Hendrix (ah), he sniffed it so hard, he in intensive\nRock got knocked for ten bricks he up the river\nFirst time I turned one to three, I got the shivers\nI'm drinkin' water (woo), lookin' leaner (ah), skin cleaner (ah)\nElephant drop on through, still leanin' (brr)\nGeorge sweatin' in the corner, like he got a fever (mm)\nHad some bitches on my lap, one from Argentina (woo)\nBody bags, Bill Blass, fire eight then you feel wrath\n(boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)\nDrive-by's out the Jag with the deal attached\n(doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, skrrt)\nVacuum sealin' dope in villas, that's all glass\nCoppin' fifty bricks with all cash\nFour pounds in the Pelle (hmm), these niggas jelly\nI'll be out in Athens, Greece flyin' on a jetski\nI was so icy, signed my name \"Wayne Gretzky\"\nPulled the Uzi out, this shit sketchy (gangsta)\nAt Geek Squad eatin' a well fillet (well fillet)\nSomebody goin' to hell today (hell today)\nMy name is my name, that's all I got (that's all I got)\nTold granddad, \"I'ma reach the top\" (I'ma reach the top, woo)\nCan't nobody out here fuck with me (you niggas can't fuck with me)\nCan't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord\nCan't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord\n(can't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord)\nGunn, holler at 'em\nBeen telling y'all niggas this shit for ten years straight\nTen years fuckin' straight, nigga\nY'all niggas thought I was gon' fall the fuck off\nOr something undefeated, nigga\nI don't know what the fuck y'all niggas thought\nThe fuck I was, nigga, I'm the god, nigga (never)\nGreatest catalogue ever, nigga\nWho you think these niggas is motherfuckin' idolizin'\nBehind these curtains, nigga?\nYou know who you are\nDon't let these niggas fool you, nigga\nThey all watching\nFlyest nigga ever, nigga (Ever)\nI'm on my fuckin' wrestlin' shit though\nI don't give a fuck, nigga\nY'all can have this shit\nFigure four you niggas\nI only do this shit to let y'all niggas\nKnow y'all can't fuck with me\nAnd I know y'all niggas is watchin'\nI be playin' with y'all niggas, man\nHeels Have Eyes, nigga (hahaha, we see you)\nWhy you think I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, nigga\nI love these hatin' ass comments too\nKeep them shits comin', man (hahaha)\nKeep them shits comin', nigga\nI'm on all this fly shit, huh (hahaha)\nI flew out to Paris just to say this shit, nigga\nI'm on my boujee shit, nigga\nFront row fashion week, nigga (yeah)\nFront row wrestling', nigga\nCourtside every game (twenty-K seats)\nFive-star fuckin' dinner, five-star lunch, five-star breakfast\nI'm looking good, I'm feeling' good, I'm smelling good\nFive-star 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Somebody goin' to hell today (hell today)\n  My name is my name, that's all I got (that's all I got)\n  Told granddad, \"I'ma reach the top\" (I'ma reach the top, woo)\n  Can't nobody out here fuck with me (you niggas can't fuck with me)\n  Can't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord\n  Can't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord\n  (can't nobody out here fuck with me, Lord)\n  Gunn, holler at 'em\n  Been telling y'all niggas this shit for ten years straight\n  Ten years fuckin' straight, nigga\n  Y'all niggas thought I was gon' fall the fuck off\n  Or something undefeated, nigga\n  I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas thought\n  The fuck I was, nigga, I'm the god, nigga (never)\n  Greatest catalogue ever, nigga\n  Who you think these niggas is motherfuckin' idolizin'\n  Behind these curtains, nigga?\n  You know who you are\n  Don't let these niggas fool you, nigga\n  They all watching\n  Flyest nigga ever, nigga (Ever)\n  I'm on my fuckin' wrestlin' shit though\n  I don't give a fuck, nigga\n  Y'all can have this shit\n  Figure four you niggas\n  I only do this shit to let y'all niggas\n  Know y'all can't fuck with me\n  And I know y'all niggas is watchin'\n  I be playin' with y'all niggas, man\n  Heels Have Eyes, nigga (hahaha, we see you)\n  Why you think I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, nigga\n  I love these hatin' ass comments too\n  Keep them shits comin', man (hahaha)\n  Keep them shits comin', nigga\n  I'm on all this fly shit, huh (hahaha)\n  I flew out to Paris just to say this shit, nigga\n  I'm on my boujee shit, nigga\n  Front row fashion week, nigga (yeah)\n  Front row wrestling', nigga\n  Courtside every game (twenty-K seats)\n  Five-star fuckin' dinner, five-star lunch, five-star breakfast\n  I'm looking good, I'm feeling' good, I'm smelling good\n  Five-star hotel, nigga\n  Flygod Is An Awesome God 3 on the way amen\n  Yo, a claim make you stupid\n  Cut your lights off, like we cut off Judas\n  Sorry, Chris, you suck, like a mosquito\n  I hope your 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(What else?)\nMy homie in the supermax 'til he max out (Free my nigga)\nHave my bitch countin' money 'til she passed out\nSo much money, hundred-dollar bills I could pass out (Hahaha)\nStill got some bricks left from the last drought (Ah)\nUh, before she ate my dick, she took her lash out (Ha)\nA pussy nigga get me mad, I'ma lash out (Uh-huh)\nWe gon' smoke them niggas and stab out, Machine\nYou might also like\nI Know Verdy\nWestside Gunn & DJ Drama\nDr. Britt Baker\nWestside Gunn & DJ Drama\nStill Praying\nWestside Gunn & DJ Drama\n\nAyo, ayo, look\nThose niggas, those is lil' niggas, man\nDon't forget that, nigga (Hahaha)\nThose niggas, those niggas\nThem niggas is lil' niggas to us, man\nHall and Nash, bitch (Brr)\nGriselda","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Free Shots Ft Conway\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Still Praying\n  duration_ms: 154633\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You niggas don't want no problems\n  Gangsta Grillz\n  Not around here\n\n  Ayo, Margiela's with the zipper on, blue tips and shin bones\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Million off of flip phones, Rose gold wrist on\n  Even in hell flames, I wouldn't even piss on\n  My shooter get his sniff on (Sniff), bricks still live on (Woo)\n  Legendary numbers, yo, my plug need a statue (Ah)\n  Next to the stove, the tarp's in the bathroom (Woo)\n  Chainsaw the body, left his arm in the sink\n  You might miss somethin' if you blink, let it sink\n  Lamborghini Jeep, kept the doors off in Costa Rica (Skrrt)\n  Hopped out, Canali glovеs on the street sweeper\n  (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Out of sight, out of mind, that's why I stay beach hoppin'\n  Tеll the haters \"Suck a dick\", I hope they keep watchin'\n\n  Yeah, muffler on the sub (Conductor), sound like\n  Dougie Fresh beatboxin' (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)\n  Yeah, sellin' fent' that had the fiends detoxin' (Uh-huh)\n  The MAC, shotty, four pound, I got three options (I got options)\n  To show his casket in, connect named Sebastian (Uh-huh)\n  Two-hundred pies in my glory, let me bask in ('Kay)\n  Uh, you ever made racks out a trap house? 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Where it is? 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