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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\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 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":23715889,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":221.0,"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\n artist: Westside Gunn\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 221000\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":37779369,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":224.0,"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\n artist: Westside Gunn\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 224000\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":20810027,"name":"Underground King (feat. 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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 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":32934304,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz, Westside Pootie","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr\nBrr\n\nAyo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\nScorpion death lock, don't get your head\nShot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\nDon't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\nYou super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\nSo many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\nSo now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\nAt the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCuttin' chine off fine china\nI learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\nI heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\nYou know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\nYou figure four rope, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (We was broke, woo)\nAllahu akbar, I'm the goat (I'm the goat, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note\n\nThe hills have eyes, the 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\nI told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\nI seen one of my dad old headers the\nOther day and you know what he still is?\nDisgustin'\nMake a long story short, believe in God\nTake care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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\nLearned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\nNow I'm refined, on fire, this Raid for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in (Ha ha)\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in the supermarket, he like\n\"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\nI had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\nCamo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\nThey wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\nIt's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\nSee 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\nI'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\nYou're 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 outta here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe\n\nAin't that the word on the street?\nFLYGOD has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Underground King\n artist: Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz, Westside Pootie\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brr\n Brr\n\n Ayo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\n Scorpion death lock, don't get your head\n Shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\n Don't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\n You super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\n So many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\n So now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\n Been an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\n At the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\n Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\n I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\n Cuttin' chine off fine china\n I learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\n I heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\n You know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\n I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\n You figure four rope, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (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\n\n The hills have eyes, the 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\n I told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\n I seen one of my dad old headers the\n Other day and you know what he still is?\n Disgustin'\n Make a long story short, believe in God\n Take care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\n Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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 Learned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\n Now I'm refined, on fire, this 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 (Ha ha)\n Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\n Diamonds in all of my slugs\n Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n Seen him in the supermarket, he like\n \"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\n I had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\n Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\n Camo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\n They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\n They wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\n It's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\n 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\n I'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\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 outta 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":32044553,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn, Westside Pootie, Rome Streetz","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr\nBrr\n\nAyo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\nScorpion death lock, don't get your head\nShot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\nDon't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\nYou super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\nSo many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\nSo now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\nAt the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCuttin' chine off fine china\nI learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\nI heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\nYou know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\nYou figure four rope, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (We was broke, woo)\nAllahu akbar, I'm the goat (I'm the goat, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note\n\nThe hills have eyes, the 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\nI told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\nI seen one of my dad old headers the\nOther day and you know what he still is?\nDisgustin'\nMake a long story short, believe in God\nTake care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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\nLearned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\nNow I'm refined, on fire, this Raid for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in (Ha ha)\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in the supermarket, he like\n\"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\nI had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\nCamo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\nThey wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\nIt's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\nSee 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\nI'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\nYou're 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 outta here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe\n\nAin't that the word on the street?\nFLYGOD has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Underground King\n artist: Westside Gunn, Westside Pootie, Rome Streetz\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brr\n Brr\n\n Ayo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\n Scorpion death lock, don't get your head\n Shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\n Don't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\n You super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\n So many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\n So now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\n Been an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\n At the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\n Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\n I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\n Cuttin' chine off fine china\n I learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\n I heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\n You know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\n I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\n You figure four rope, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (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\n\n The hills have eyes, the 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\n I told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\n I seen one of my dad old headers the\n Other day and you know what he still is?\n Disgustin'\n Make a long story short, believe in God\n Take care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\n Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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 Learned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\n Now I'm refined, on fire, this 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 (Ha ha)\n Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\n Diamonds in all of my slugs\n Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n Seen him in the supermarket, he like\n \"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\n I had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\n Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\n Camo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\n They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\n They wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\n It's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\n 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\n I'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\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 outta 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":30025105,"name":"Underground King (Feat. Rome Streetz & Westside Pootie)","trackName":"Underground King (Feat. Rome Streetz & Westside Pootie)","artistName":"Westside Gunn & DJ Drama","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You see\nI'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T\nI'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T\nGreatest Of All Shit Talkers\nThat's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\nRest in peace\nA legendary voice, one of a kind\nGangsta Grillz\n\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 Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCutting china on fine china\nI learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine\nI heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?\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 four, I wrote, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)\nAllahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T., woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta)\n\nThe heels have eyes, the heels 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 oldheads the other day\nAnd you know what he still is? Disgusting\nMake a long story short\nBelieve in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\nGriselda\n\nFree my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh)\nThey can't lock your mind, do the time, don'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 raid 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 O.J. 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 Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\nI never lost it, it's Louis on my Air Forces\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\nYou're 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 new, they all under the shoe\n\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. Rome Streetz & Westside Pootie)\n artist: Westside Gunn & DJ Drama\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You see\n I'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T\n I'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T\n Greatest Of All Shit Talkers\n That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\n Rest in peace\n A legendary voice, one of a kind\n Gangsta Grillz\n\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 Wynn (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 Cutting china on fine china\n I learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine\n I heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?\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 four, I wrote, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)\n Allahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. (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":17308216,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Pootie, Westside & Rome Streetz","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"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\n artist: Westside Gunn feat. Pootie, Westside & Rome Streetz\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\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":28325094,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr\nBrr\n\nAyo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\nScorpion death lock, don't get your head\nShot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\nDon't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\nYou super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\nSo many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\nSo now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\nAt the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCuttin' chine off fine china\nI learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\nI heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\nYou know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\nYou figure four rope, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (We was broke, woo)\nAllahu akbar, I'm the goat (I'm the goat, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note\n\nThe hills have eyes, the 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\nI told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\nI seen one of my dad old headers the\nOther day and you know what he still is?\nDisgustin'\nMake a long story short, believe in God\nTake care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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\nLearned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\nNow I'm refined, on fire, this Raid for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in (Ha ha)\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in the supermarket, he like\n\"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\nI had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\nCamo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\nThey wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\nIt's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\nSee 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\nI'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\nYou're 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 outta here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe\n\nAin't that the word on the street?\nFLYGOD has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Underground King\n artist: Westside Gunn feat. Westside Pootie & Rome Streetz\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brr\n Brr\n\n Ayo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\n Scorpion death lock, don't get your head\n Shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\n Don't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\n You super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\n So many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\n So now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\n Been an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\n At the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\n Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\n I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\n Cuttin' chine off fine china\n I learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\n I heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\n You know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\n I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\n You figure four rope, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (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\n\n The hills have eyes, the 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\n I told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\n I seen one of my dad old headers the\n Other day and you know what he still is?\n Disgustin'\n Make a long story short, believe in God\n Take care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\n Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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 Learned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\n Now I'm refined, on fire, this 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 (Ha ha)\n Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\n Diamonds in all of my slugs\n Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n Seen him in the supermarket, he like\n \"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\n I had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\n Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\n Camo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\n They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\n They wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\n It's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\n 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\n I'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\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 outta 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":31346007,"name":"Underground King","trackName":"Underground King","artistName":"Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Rome Streetz, Westside Pootie","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You see\nI'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T\nI'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T\nGreatest Of All Shit Talkers\nThat's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\nRest in peace\nA legendary voice, one of a kind\nGangsta Grillz\n\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 Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCutting china on fine china\nI learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine\nI heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?\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 four, I wrote, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)\nAllahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T., woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (Gangsta)\n\nThe heels have eyes, the heels 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 oldheads the other day\nAnd you know what he still is? Disgusting\nMake a long story short\nBelieve in God, take care of yours and stop worryin' about ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\nGriselda\n\nFree my niggas locked behind bars (Uh-huh)\nThey can't lock your mind, do the time, don'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 raid 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 O.J. 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 Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson, they wonder if I still got it\nI never lost it, it's Louis on my Air Forces\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\nYou're 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 new, they all under the shoe\n\nAin't that the word on the street\nFlygod has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Underground King\n artist: Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Rome Streetz, Westside Pootie\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 228000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You see\n I'm not interested in being the G.O.A.T\n I'm fine being a G.O.A.S.T\n Greatest Of All Shit Talkers\n That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\n Rest in peace\n A legendary voice, one of a kind\n Gangsta Grillz\n\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 Wynn (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 Cutting china on fine china\n I learned dope money was the fastest, ask mine\n I heard this slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner?\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 four, I wrote, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (Woo)\n Allahu Akbar, I'm the G.O.A.T. 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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":"[00:02.34]You see\n[00:03.78]I'm not interested in being the GOAT\n[00:06.90]I'm fine being a GOAST\n[00:09.70]Greatest Of All Shit Talkers\n[00:13.54]That's when Fatman Scoop meets James Earl Jones\n[00:16.93]Rest in peace\n[00:20.49]It's a legendary voice, one of a kind\n[00:23.34]Gangsta Grillz\n[00:24.18]Ayo, hold collect drive, rockin' off headlines (ah)\n[00:27.19]Scorpion death fly, don't get your head shot\n[00:30.26]Don't get your door kicked in, it's some dead stocks (hmm)\n[00:33.18]You super boo'd, that's why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)\n[00:36.02]Too many new out the blue, tryin' to steal our shine\n[00:39.02]So now I got to remind, y'all niggas out of your mind\n[00:41.90]Been an underground king, yeah, ask Bun, I'm him\n[00:45.14]At the crack table, fifty-K up at the win (woo)\n[00:48.26]Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind you\n[00:50.81]I'm way out your league, you in the minors (ah)\n[00:54.26]Couldn't channel, fine china, I learned\n[00:56.81]Dope money was the fastest, ask mine, I heard\n[00:59.58]This slick shit, don't you know you Harold Minor\n[01:02.14]You know me and you know I know you, vagina\n[01:05.05]I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n[01:08.22]Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)\n[01:11.70]You figure for I wrote, dope, we incredible\n[01:14.70]We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (woo)\n[01:17.48]Allahu Akbar, I'm the GOAT (I'm the GOAT, woo)\n[01:20.44]You 'bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)\n[01:23.42]Hills have eyes, hills have eyes\n[01:28.22]Ayo, it's Westside Pootie\n[01:30.50]And ever since I was four, I told y'all stop copyin' off my daddy\n[01:34.93]And now I'm in middle school, and you know what they still doin'?\n[01:38.58]Unbelievable, I told y'all since I was three, y'all was broke\n[01:42.54]I'd seen one of my dads old haters the other day\n[01:44.98]And you know what he still is? 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text: Ain't that the word on the street\n words: []\n start_ms: 203397\n end_ms: 206643\n - text: Flygod has the best shit\n words: []\n start_ms: 206643\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":40080314,"name":"Underground King - SpotubeDL.com","trackName":"Underground King - SpotubeDL.com","artistName":"Westside Gunn/Westside Pootie/Rome Streetz","albumName":"Still Praying","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr\nBrr\n\nAyo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\nScorpion death lock, don't get your head\nShot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\nDon't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\nYou super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\nSo many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\nSo now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\nBeen an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\nAt the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\nThen go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\nI'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\nCuttin' chine off fine china\nI learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\nI heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\nYou know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\nI'm MJ from the free throw in designer\nHave a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\nYou figure four rope, dope, we incredible\nWe came from sellin' soap, we was broke (We was broke, woo)\nAllahu akbar, I'm the goat (I'm the goat, woo)\nYou 'bout to slit your wrist with a note\n\nThe hills have eyes, the 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\nI told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\nI seen one of my dad old headers the\nOther day and you know what he still is?\nDisgustin'\nMake a long story short, believe in God\nTake care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\nLong live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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\nLearned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\nNow I'm refined, on fire, this Raid for the roaches\nGot your neck in a rope, you hopeless\nCook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when I go in (Ha ha)\nDeals on the table, before it was drugs\nDesigner dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\nDiamonds in all of my slugs\nShit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\nSeen him in the supermarket, he like\n\"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\nI had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\nFound my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\nCamo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\nThey sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\nThey wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\nIt's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\nSee 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\nI'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\nYou're 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 outta here)\nCompetition far and few, old nigga or new, they all under the shoe\n\nAin't that the word on the street?\nFLYGOD has the best shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Underground King - SpotubeDL.com\n artist: Westside Gunn/Westside Pootie/Rome Streetz\n album: Still Praying\n duration_ms: 227688\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Brr\n Brr\n\n Ayo, Hulk and leg drop, rockin' all Vet mops (Ah)\n Scorpion death lock, don't get your head\n Shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)\n Don't get your door kicked in in some dead stocks (Ah)\n You super bool, that's why your head got a red dot (Boom boom boom)\n So many new out the blue tryna steal our shine\n So now I gotta remind y'all niggas out of your mind\n Been an underground king, yes, bruh, and I'm him\n At the craps table, 50K up at the Wynn (Woo)\n Then go sip Louis at Delilah, let me remind ya\n I'm way out your league, you in the minors (Ah)\n Cuttin' chine off fine china\n I learned dumb money was the fastest ass minor (Woo)\n I heard the slick shit, don't you know you Harold Miner? (Ah)\n You know me and you know I know you vagina (Ah)\n I'm MJ from the free throw in designer\n Have a bitch treat you like a barber and line ya (Brr)\n You figure four rope, dope, we incredible\n We came from sellin' soap, we was broke (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\n\n The hills have eyes, the 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\n I told y'all since I was three y'all was broke\n I seen one of my dad old headers the\n Other day and you know what he still is?\n Disgustin'\n Make a long story short, believe in God\n Take care of yours and stop worryin' 'bout ours\n Long live Michelle, it's Griselda\n\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 Learned a lesson and a loss, I had to find focus (Yeah)\n Now I'm refined, on fire, this 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 (Ha ha)\n Deals on the table, before it was drugs\n Designer dope, I bagged 'em up in the OJ gloves (Woo)\n Diamonds in all of my slugs\n Shit got hot, don't even talk to the plug\n Seen him in the supermarket, he like\n \"What the fuck?\" (What the fuck?)\n I had to switch it up, rearrange shit, we lit\n Found my lane, now my account look like I hit the Chase Glitz (Ah)\n Camo down like Birdie, don't get your face ripped\n They sick, I'm like Magic Johnson\n They wonder if I still got it, I never lost it\n It's Louis on my Air Forces, gorgeous\n 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\n I'm not a booster (Suckers come up out here)\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 outta 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"}]