[{"id":17422549,"name":"Fresher Than Ever","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever","artistName":"Young Money","albumName":"Rise of an Empire","duration":406.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving\nAnd i'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga; i will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, ima be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\n\nYea, Number 1 in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin\nJust know it's real out there, so be real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nI'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf its about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\n\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball, you understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw\nLike dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line\nOr chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate\nYou gassed i'm a hybrid\nUh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\nBitch I ball hard\nSugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George\nI'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\nI'm Gone\n\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy, you understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nI see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\nYea, holla at me boy\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.37] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:14.46] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:17.25] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:20.23] Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:23.05] Deep Sea Diving\n[00:24.14] And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:26.60] And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.56] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:32.77] Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:35.51] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.79] Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n[00:41.95] God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n[00:44.81] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:48.23] 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:51.01] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:54.67] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:57.19] The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n[01:00.59] Now get it nigga!\n[01:01.99] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n[01:05.72] We out there shining and trappin\n[01:08.73] Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n[01:15.68] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:20.35] Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n[01:26.74] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.20] I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n[01:32.79] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:35.52] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:39.38] If its about money, you can count me in\n[01:41.75] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n[01:44.82] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:47.61] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.72] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:51.49] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:54.57] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:57.15] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[02:00.14] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:03.51] Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n[02:06.15] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:09.20] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:12.38] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:15.06] Young Money!\n[02:15.98] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:20.34] Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:25.68] But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n[02:29.32] Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n[02:34.26] From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n[02:39.36] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:43.01] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:46.65] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:49.35] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:52.33] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:54.98] Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:58.04] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:01.29] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:04.22] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:07.24] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:10.38] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:12.15] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.83] Nigga you ain't raw\n[03:15.13] Like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.58] I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.85] You better stay in line\n[03:21.05] Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:23.07] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:26.22] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:29.61] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:32.01] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:35.04] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[03:37.06] All gold shades\n[03:38.12] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[03:41.32] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[03:44.23] Customized life, I got it made\n[03:46.91] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[03:50.37] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[03:54.02] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[03:56.93] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[03:58.53] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:00.08] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:02.85] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:06.09] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:09.04] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:12.39] Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:14.97] I'm in the water like a pirate\n[04:16.88] You gassed i'm a hybrid\n[04:18.58] Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:21.10] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:24.33] You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:27.67] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:30.66] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:33.76] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[04:36.31] I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n[04:39.74] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n[04:43.52] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[04:45.87] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[04:47.41] For that side talk nigga\n[04:49.05] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[04:52.08] And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n[04:55.23] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n[04:58.49] Bitch I ball hard\n[04:59.55] Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:01.56] Young Paul George\n[05:02.91] I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:04.68] Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:07.77] We the ones to fear though\n[05:09.30] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:10.81] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:13.90] Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n[05:16.82] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:20.09] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:21.66] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:22.82] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:26.13] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:29.25] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n[05:31.80] I'm Gone\n[05:32.61] Yea, you understand me?\n[05:34.34] Lil Young Money killers\n[05:37.10] Cash Money gangstas\n[05:39.84] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[05:43.32] Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n[05:48.67] From the turf puttin in work\n[05:52.31] Ocean City view nigga\n[05:53.73] It's real out'chea boy\n[05:58.72] I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:05.13] Yea, holla at me boy\n[06:10.91] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:13.84] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:16.88] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:18.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever\n  artist: Young Money\n  album: Rise of an Empire\n  duration_ms: 406067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 14460\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 14460\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20230\n- text: Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 20230\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: Deep Sea Diving\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 26600\n- text: And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 26600\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 32770\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38790\n- text: Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38790\n  end_ms: 41950\n- text: God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 41950\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 48230\n- text: 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 48230\n  end_ms: 51010\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 51010\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 57190\n- text: The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 57190\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: We out there shining and trappin\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68730\n- text: Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  start_ms: 68730\n  end_ms: 75680\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 75680\n  end_ms: 80350\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n  start_ms: 80350\n  end_ms: 86740\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92790\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 92790\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 95520\n  end_ms: 99380\n- text: If its about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 99380\n  end_ms: 101750\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  start_ms: 101750\n  end_ms: 104820\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 104820\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 108720\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108720\n  end_ms: 111490\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 111490\n  end_ms: 114570\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 114570\n  end_ms: 117150\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 117150\n  end_ms: 120140\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 120140\n  end_ms: 123510\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 123510\n  end_ms: 126150\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 126150\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132380\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 132380\n  end_ms: 135060\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 135060\n  end_ms: 135980\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 135980\n  end_ms: 140340\n- text: Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 140340\n  end_ms: 145680\n- text: But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 145680\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 154260\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 154260\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 166650\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 166650\n  end_ms: 169350\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 169350\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174980\n- text: Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 174980\n  end_ms: 178040\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 178040\n  end_ms: 181290\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 181290\n  end_ms: 184220\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 184220\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192150\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 192150\n  end_ms: 193830\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw\n  start_ms: 193830\n  end_ms: 195130\n- text: Like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 195130\n  end_ms: 196580\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196580\n  end_ms: 199850\n- text: You better stay in line\n  start_ms: 199850\n  end_ms: 201050\n- text: Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 201050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206220\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 206220\n  end_ms: 209610\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 209610\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 215040\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 215040\n  end_ms: 217060\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 217060\n  end_ms: 218120\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 218120\n  end_ms: 221320\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 221320\n  end_ms: 224230\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 224230\n  end_ms: 226910\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 226910\n  end_ms: 230370\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 230370\n  end_ms: 234020\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 234020\n  end_ms: 236930\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 236930\n  end_ms: 238530\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 238530\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242850\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 242850\n  end_ms: 246090\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 246090\n  end_ms: 249040\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 249040\n  end_ms: 252390\n- text: Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 252390\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 256880\n- text: You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 256880\n  end_ms: 258580\n- text: Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 258580\n  end_ms: 261100\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 261100\n  end_ms: 264330\n- text: You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 264330\n  end_ms: 267670\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 267670\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273760\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 273760\n  end_ms: 276310\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 276310\n  end_ms: 279740\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  start_ms: 279740\n  end_ms: 283520\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 283520\n  end_ms: 285870\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 285870\n  end_ms: 287410\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 287410\n  end_ms: 289050\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 289050\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 295230\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  start_ms: 295230\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: Bitch I ball hard\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 299550\n- text: Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 299550\n  end_ms: 301560\n- text: Young Paul George\n  start_ms: 301560\n  end_ms: 302910\n- text: I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 302910\n  end_ms: 304680\n- text: Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 304680\n  end_ms: 307770\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 307770\n  end_ms: 309300\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 309300\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 313900\n- text: Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 313900\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 320090\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 320090\n  end_ms: 321660\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 321660\n  end_ms: 322820\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 322820\n  end_ms: 326130\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 326130\n  end_ms: 329250\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  start_ms: 329250\n  end_ms: 331800\n- text: I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 331800\n  end_ms: 332610\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 332610\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 337100\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 337100\n  end_ms: 339840\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 339840\n  end_ms: 343320\n- text: Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 343320\n  end_ms: 348670\n- text: From the turf puttin in work\n  start_ms: 348670\n  end_ms: 352310\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 352310\n  end_ms: 353730\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 353730\n  end_ms: 358720\n- text: I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 358720\n  end_ms: 365130\n- text: Yea, holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 365130\n  end_ms: 370910\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 370910\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376880\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 376880\n  end_ms: 378000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 378000\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving\n  And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n\n  Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin\n  Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If its about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw\n  Like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line\n  Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate\n  You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  Bitch I ball hard\n  Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George\n  I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  I'm Gone\n\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  From the turf puttin in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yea, holla at me boy\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n"},{"id":18654336,"name":"Fresher Than Ever","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever","artistName":"Young Money","albumName":"Rise Of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)","duration":406.104,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping I'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving, and I'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd I'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga, I will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, Imma be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\nTen killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\nYea, Number one in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin'\nJust know it's real out there,\nBe real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss\nGettin in puttin' it in nigga\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nJust out of ?, if that's your girl then Imma fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf it's about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now I'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy,\nThe bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day it's all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball\nYou understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga\nYea\nFrom a mill to these mills man\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw, like dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin' door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line or chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy\nYou understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin' in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack MacGyver but I'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate you gassed I'm a hybrid\nUh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before I leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche, uh\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight I'm in the six I left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look asian\nBitch I ball hard, Sugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George, I'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa I'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \"fuck you!\" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking empire, I'm Gone\nI see you ma nigga\nUptown we in this bitch\nYeah\nHolla at me boy\nFresher than ever nigga, yeah\nWe fresher than ever nigga\nFresher than ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.80] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:13.56] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:16.05] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:19.70] Well I ain't tripping I'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:22.58] Deep Sea Diving, and I'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:25.88] And I'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.16] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:31.69] Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:34.63] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.19] Stand up nigga, I will never run nigga\n[00:40.98] God as my witness, Imma be the one nigga\n[00:43.83] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:47.04] Ten killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:49.99] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:53.14] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:56.38] The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe\n[00:59.79] Now get it nigga!\n[01:00.79] Yea, Number one in that field nigga\n[01:04.05] We out there shining and trappin'\n[01:06.89] Just know it's real out there,\n[01:10.18] Be real out there\n[01:15.00] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:19.67] Bitches, whips, floss\n[01:23.71] Gettin in puttin' it in nigga\n[01:26.45] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.26] Just out of ?, if that's your girl then Imma fuck her twice\n[01:31.59] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:34.66] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:37.66] If it's about money, you can count me in\n[01:40.83] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten\n[01:43.92] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:46.95] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.72] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:50.39] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:53.22] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:56.12] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[01:59.21] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:02.33] Millzy in this bitch, and now I'm on the top now\n[02:05.18] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:08.31] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:11.37] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:14.49] Young Money!\n[02:16.13] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:18.60] Just the life boy,\n[02:22.09] The bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:24.71] But at the end of the day it's all about that money nigga\n[02:27.71] Ball baby ball\n[02:30.24] You understand me?\n[02:32.94] From 100 to 1000 nigga\n[02:35.44] Yea\n[02:37.11] From a mill to these mills man\n[02:38.50] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:42.04] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:44.98] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:48.25] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:51.50] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:54.40] Click-Clack (Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:57.32] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:00.33] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:03.38] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:06.54] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:09.46] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:11.84] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.54] Nigga you ain't raw, like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.13] I'll kick in your fuckin' door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.20] You better stay in line or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:22.42] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:25.35] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:29.43] Yea, you understand me?\n[03:30.50] Lil Young Money killers\n[03:32.80] Cash Money gangstas\n[03:35.41] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[03:38.65] Big money over here boy\n[03:42.51] You understand me?\n[03:44.11] From the turf puttin' in work\n[03:47.84] Ocean City view nigga\n[03:50.49] It's real out'chea boy\n[03:53.02] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:55.79] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:58.73] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[04:01.06] All gold shades\n[04:02.70] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[04:05.10] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[04:08.05] Customized life, I got it made\n[04:10.43] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[04:14.19] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[04:17.61] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[04:20.85] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[04:23.14] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:24.11] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:26.75] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:29.81] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:32.75] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:35.92] Young Mack MacGyver but I'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:39.13] I'm in the water like a pirate you gassed I'm a hybrid\n[04:42.13] Uh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:45.19] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:48.30] You get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:51.08] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:54.19] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:57.41] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[05:00.45] I need the cover of the Forbes before I leave my corpse\n[05:03.53] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche, uh\n[05:06.64] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[05:09.63] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[05:11.13] For that side talk nigga\n[05:12.48] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[05:15.88] And tonight I'm in the six I left the five parked nigga\n[05:19.13] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look asian\n[05:22.07] Bitch I ball hard, Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:25.26] Young Paul George, I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:28.35] Surging with that yappa I'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:31.38] We the ones to fear though\n[05:33.07] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:34.82] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:37.48] Niggas online be like \"fuck you!\" I be like ditto\n[05:40.88] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:43.82] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:45.61] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:47.27] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:49.91] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:52.76] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking empire, I'm Gone\n[05:57.05] I see you ma nigga\n[06:00.22] Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:03.66] Yeah\n[06:06.61] Holla at me boy\n[06:10.21] Fresher than ever nigga, yeah\n[06:12.82] We fresher than ever nigga\n[06:15.43] Fresher than ever nigga","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever\n  artist: Young Money\n  album: Rise Of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 406104\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 10800\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 16050\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 16050\n  end_ms: 19700\n- text: Well I ain't tripping I'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 19700\n  end_ms: 22580\n- text: Deep Sea Diving, and I'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 22580\n  end_ms: 25880\n- text: And I'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 25880\n  end_ms: 29160\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29160\n  end_ms: 31690\n- text: Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 34630\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 34630\n  end_ms: 38190\n- text: Stand up nigga, I will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38190\n  end_ms: 40980\n- text: God as my witness, Imma be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 40980\n  end_ms: 43830\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 43830\n  end_ms: 47040\n- text: Ten killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 47040\n  end_ms: 49990\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 49990\n  end_ms: 53140\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 53140\n  end_ms: 56380\n- text: The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 56380\n  end_ms: 59790\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 59790\n  end_ms: 60790\n- text: Yea, Number one in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 60790\n  end_ms: 64050\n- text: We out there shining and trappin'\n  start_ms: 64050\n  end_ms: 66890\n- text: Just know it's real out there,\n  start_ms: 66890\n  end_ms: 70180\n- text: Be real out there\n  start_ms: 70180\n  end_ms: 75000\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 75000\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 83710\n- text: Gettin in puttin' it in nigga\n  start_ms: 83710\n  end_ms: 86450\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 86450\n  end_ms: 89260\n- text: Just out of ?, if that's your girl then Imma fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89260\n  end_ms: 91590\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 91590\n  end_ms: 94660\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 94660\n  end_ms: 97660\n- text: If it's about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 97660\n  end_ms: 100830\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten\n  start_ms: 100830\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 106950\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 106950\n  end_ms: 108720\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108720\n  end_ms: 110390\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 110390\n  end_ms: 113220\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 113220\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 116120\n  end_ms: 119210\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 119210\n  end_ms: 122330\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now I'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 122330\n  end_ms: 125180\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 125180\n  end_ms: 128310\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 128310\n  end_ms: 131370\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 131370\n  end_ms: 134490\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 134490\n  end_ms: 136130\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 136130\n  end_ms: 138600\n- text: Just the life boy,\n  start_ms: 138600\n  end_ms: 142090\n- text: The bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 142090\n  end_ms: 144710\n- text: But at the end of the day it's all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 144710\n  end_ms: 147710\n- text: Ball baby ball\n  start_ms: 147710\n  end_ms: 150240\n- text: You understand me?\n  start_ms: 150240\n  end_ms: 152940\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga\n  start_ms: 152940\n  end_ms: 155440\n- text: Yea\n  start_ms: 155440\n  end_ms: 157110\n- text: From a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 157110\n  end_ms: 158500\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 158500\n  end_ms: 162040\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 162040\n  end_ms: 164980\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 164980\n  end_ms: 168250\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 168250\n  end_ms: 171500\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 171500\n  end_ms: 174400\n- text: Click-Clack (Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 174400\n  end_ms: 177320\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 177320\n  end_ms: 180330\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 180330\n  end_ms: 183380\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 183380\n  end_ms: 186540\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 186540\n  end_ms: 189460\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 189460\n  end_ms: 191840\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 191840\n  end_ms: 193540\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw, like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 193540\n  end_ms: 196130\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin' door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196130\n  end_ms: 199200\n- text: You better stay in line or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 199200\n  end_ms: 202420\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 202420\n  end_ms: 205350\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 205350\n  end_ms: 209430\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 209430\n  end_ms: 210500\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 210500\n  end_ms: 212800\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 215410\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 215410\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Big money over here boy\n  start_ms: 218650\n  end_ms: 222510\n- text: You understand me?\n  start_ms: 222510\n  end_ms: 224110\n- text: From the turf puttin' in work\n  start_ms: 224110\n  end_ms: 227840\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 227840\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 235790\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 235790\n  end_ms: 238730\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 238730\n  end_ms: 241060\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 241060\n  end_ms: 242700\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 242700\n  end_ms: 245100\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 245100\n  end_ms: 248050\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 248050\n  end_ms: 250430\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 250430\n  end_ms: 254190\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 254190\n  end_ms: 257610\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 257610\n  end_ms: 260850\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 260850\n  end_ms: 263140\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 263140\n  end_ms: 264110\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 264110\n  end_ms: 266750\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 266750\n  end_ms: 269810\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 269810\n  end_ms: 272750\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 272750\n  end_ms: 275920\n- text: Young Mack MacGyver but I'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 275920\n  end_ms: 279130\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate you gassed I'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 279130\n  end_ms: 282130\n- text: Uh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 282130\n  end_ms: 285190\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 285190\n  end_ms: 288300\n- text: You get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 288300\n  end_ms: 291080\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 291080\n  end_ms: 294190\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 294190\n  end_ms: 297410\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 297410\n  end_ms: 300450\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before I leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 300450\n  end_ms: 303530\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche, uh\n  start_ms: 303530\n  end_ms: 306640\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 306640\n  end_ms: 309630\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 309630\n  end_ms: 311130\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 311130\n  end_ms: 312480\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 312480\n  end_ms: 315880\n- text: And tonight I'm in the six I left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 315880\n  end_ms: 319130\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look asian\n  start_ms: 319130\n  end_ms: 322070\n- text: Bitch I ball hard, Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 322070\n  end_ms: 325260\n- text: Young Paul George, I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 325260\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Surging with that yappa I'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 331380\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 331380\n  end_ms: 333070\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 333070\n  end_ms: 334820\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 334820\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Niggas online be like \"fuck you!\" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 340880\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 340880\n  end_ms: 343820\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 343820\n  end_ms: 345610\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 345610\n  end_ms: 347270\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 347270\n  end_ms: 349910\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 349910\n  end_ms: 352760\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking empire, I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 352760\n  end_ms: 357050\n- text: I see you ma nigga\n  start_ms: 357050\n  end_ms: 360220\n- text: Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 360220\n  end_ms: 363660\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 363660\n  end_ms: 366610\n- text: Holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 366610\n  end_ms: 370210\n- text: Fresher than ever nigga, yeah\n  start_ms: 370210\n  end_ms: 372820\n- text: We fresher than ever nigga\n  start_ms: 372820\n  end_ms: 375430\n- text: Fresher than ever nigga\n  start_ms: 375430\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping I'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving, and I'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And I'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga, I will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, Imma be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  Ten killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n  Yea, Number one in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin'\n  Just know it's real out there,\n  Be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss\n  Gettin in puttin' it in nigga\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  Just out of ?, if that's your girl then Imma fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If it's about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now I'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy,\n  The bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day it's all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball\n  You understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga\n  Yea\n  From a mill to these mills man\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw, like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin' door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy\n  You understand me?\n  From the turf puttin' in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack MacGyver but I'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate you gassed I'm a hybrid\n  Uh, I get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before I leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche, uh\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight I'm in the six I left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look asian\n  Bitch I ball hard, Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George, I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa I'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \"fuck you!\" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking empire, I'm Gone\n  I see you ma nigga\n  Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yeah\n  Holla at me boy\n  Fresher than ever nigga, yeah\n  We fresher than ever nigga\n  Fresher than ever nigga\n"},{"id":9730101,"name":"Fresher Than Ever","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever","artistName":"Young Money feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine & Birdman","albumName":"Rise of an Empire","duration":406.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving\nAnd i'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga; i will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, ima be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\n\nYea, Number 1 in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin\nJust know it's real out there, so be real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nI'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf its about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\n\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball, you understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw\nLike dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line\nOr chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate\nYou gassed i'm a hybrid\nUh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\nBitch I ball hard\nSugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George\nI'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\nI'm Gone\n\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy, you understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nI see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\nYea, holla at me boy\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:18.12] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:19.94] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:20.40] Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:22.78] Deep Sea Diving\n[00:24.27] And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:24.32] And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.03] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:31.92] Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:35.11] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.39] Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n[00:41.21] God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n[00:44.63] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:47.37] 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:50.55] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:54.02] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:57.22] The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n[01:00.08] Now get it nigga!\n[01:02.29] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n[01:05.40] We out there shining and trappin\n[01:08.53] Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n[01:14.66] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:18.16] Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n[01:27.09] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.22] I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n[01:31.98] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:35.38] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:39.36] If its about money, you can count me in\n[01:41.63] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n[01:44.63] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:47.54] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.87] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:50.85] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:53.99] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:56.58] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[02:00.23] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:03.26] Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n[02:06.00] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:08.87] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:12.08] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:15.51] Young Money!\n[02:18.48] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:20.40] Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:24.15] But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n[02:27.65] Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n[02:34.35] From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n[02:39.67] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:42.68] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:44.94] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:48.57] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:51.57] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:55.98] Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:57.93] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:00.73] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:04.28] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:06.86] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:09.92] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:11.97] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.62] Nigga you ain't raw\n[03:15.06] Like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.70] I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.57] You better stay in line\n[03:21.63] Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:23.36] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:25.96] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:28.21] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:32.59] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:34.73] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[03:36.52] All gold shades\n[03:38.27] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[03:41.02] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[03:44.03] Customized life, I got it made\n[03:46.24] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[03:49.63] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[03:53.09] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[03:56.29] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[03:58.69] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:00.26] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:02.86] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:05.53] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:08.64] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:11.34] Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:14.42] I'm in the water like a pirate\n[04:17.27] You gassed i'm a hybrid\n[04:18.68] Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:21.10] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:23.15] You get found under the ? in the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:25.90] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:30.47] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:33.66] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[04:36.17] I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n[04:39.47] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n[04:42.63] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[04:45.60] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[04:47.23] For that side talk nigga\n[04:48.70] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[04:51.83] And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n[04:54.23] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n[04:58.24] Bitch I ball hard\n[04:59.64] Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:00.91] Young Paul George\n[05:02.46] I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:04.38] Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:05.67] We the ones to fear though\n[05:09.79] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:11.07] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:13.76] Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n[05:16.38] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:19.94] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:21.62] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:23.22] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:25.78] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:28.57] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n[05:31.94] I'm Gone\n[05:35.46] Yea, you understand me?\n[05:36.15] Lil Young Money killers\n[05:37.54] Cash Money gangstas\n[05:39.10] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[05:42.76] Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n[05:48.31] From the turf puttin in work\n[05:52.07] Ocean City view nigga\n[05:54.93] It's real out'chea boy\n[05:59.48] I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:03.41] Yea, holla at me boy\n[06:10.64] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:13.22] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:16.61] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:19.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever\n  artist: Young Money feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine & Birdman\n  album: Rise of an Empire\n  duration_ms: 406000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 18120\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 18120\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 20400\n- text: Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 20400\n  end_ms: 22780\n- text: Deep Sea Diving\n  start_ms: 22780\n  end_ms: 24270\n- text: And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 24270\n  end_ms: 24320\n- text: And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 24320\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 31920\n- text: Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 31920\n  end_ms: 35110\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 35110\n  end_ms: 38390\n- text: Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38390\n  end_ms: 41210\n- text: God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 41210\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 47370\n- text: 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 47370\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 50550\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 60080\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 60080\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 65400\n- text: We out there shining and trappin\n  start_ms: 65400\n  end_ms: 68530\n- text: Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  start_ms: 68530\n  end_ms: 74660\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 74660\n  end_ms: 78160\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n  start_ms: 78160\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89220\n- text: I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89220\n  end_ms: 91980\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 91980\n  end_ms: 95380\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 95380\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: If its about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 107540\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 107540\n  end_ms: 108870\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108870\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113990\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 113990\n  end_ms: 116580\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 116580\n  end_ms: 120230\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 120230\n  end_ms: 123260\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 123260\n  end_ms: 126000\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 126000\n  end_ms: 128870\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 128870\n  end_ms: 132080\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 132080\n  end_ms: 135510\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 135510\n  end_ms: 138480\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 138480\n  end_ms: 140400\n- text: Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 140400\n  end_ms: 144150\n- text: But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 144150\n  end_ms: 147650\n- text: Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 147650\n  end_ms: 154350\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 154350\n  end_ms: 159670\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 159670\n  end_ms: 162680\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 162680\n  end_ms: 164940\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 164940\n  end_ms: 168570\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 168570\n  end_ms: 171570\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 171570\n  end_ms: 175980\n- text: Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 175980\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 180730\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 180730\n  end_ms: 184280\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 184280\n  end_ms: 186860\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 186860\n  end_ms: 189920\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 189920\n  end_ms: 191970\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 191970\n  end_ms: 193620\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw\n  start_ms: 193620\n  end_ms: 195060\n- text: Like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 195060\n  end_ms: 196700\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196700\n  end_ms: 199570\n- text: You better stay in line\n  start_ms: 199570\n  end_ms: 201630\n- text: Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 201630\n  end_ms: 203360\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 203360\n  end_ms: 205960\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 205960\n  end_ms: 208210\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 208210\n  end_ms: 212590\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 212590\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216520\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 216520\n  end_ms: 218270\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 218270\n  end_ms: 221020\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 221020\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 226240\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 226240\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 233090\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 233090\n  end_ms: 236290\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 236290\n  end_ms: 238690\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 238690\n  end_ms: 240260\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 240260\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 245530\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 245530\n  end_ms: 248640\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 248640\n  end_ms: 251340\n- text: Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 251340\n  end_ms: 254420\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate\n  start_ms: 254420\n  end_ms: 257270\n- text: You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 257270\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261100\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 261100\n  end_ms: 263150\n- text: You get found under the ? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 263150\n  end_ms: 265900\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 265900\n  end_ms: 270470\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 270470\n  end_ms: 273660\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 273660\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 279470\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  start_ms: 279470\n  end_ms: 282630\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 282630\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287230\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 287230\n  end_ms: 288700\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 288700\n  end_ms: 291830\n- text: And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 291830\n  end_ms: 294230\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  start_ms: 294230\n  end_ms: 298240\n- text: Bitch I ball hard\n  start_ms: 298240\n  end_ms: 299640\n- text: Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 299640\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: Young Paul George\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 302460\n- text: I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 302460\n  end_ms: 304380\n- text: Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 304380\n  end_ms: 305670\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 305670\n  end_ms: 309790\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 309790\n  end_ms: 311070\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 311070\n  end_ms: 313760\n- text: Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 313760\n  end_ms: 316380\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 316380\n  end_ms: 319940\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 319940\n  end_ms: 321620\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 321620\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 325780\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 325780\n  end_ms: 328570\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  start_ms: 328570\n  end_ms: 331940\n- text: I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 331940\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 336150\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 336150\n  end_ms: 337540\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 337540\n  end_ms: 339100\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 339100\n  end_ms: 342760\n- text: Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 342760\n  end_ms: 348310\n- text: From the turf puttin in work\n  start_ms: 348310\n  end_ms: 352070\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 352070\n  end_ms: 354930\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 354930\n  end_ms: 359480\n- text: I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 359480\n  end_ms: 363410\n- text: Yea, holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 363410\n  end_ms: 370640\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 370640\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 376610\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 376610\n  end_ms: 379660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 379660\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving\n  And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n\n  Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin\n  Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If its about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw\n  Like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line\n  Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate\n  You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  Bitch I ball hard\n  Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George\n  I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  I'm Gone\n\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  From the turf puttin in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yea, holla at me boy\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n"},{"id":28385100,"name":"Fresher Than Ever","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever","artistName":"Young Money feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine & Birdman","albumName":"Rise Of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)","duration":406.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving\nAnd i'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga; i will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, ima be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\n\nYea, Number 1 in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin\nJust know it's real out there, so be real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nI'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf its about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\n\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball, you understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw\nLike dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line\nOr chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate\nYou gassed i'm a hybrid\nUh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\nBitch I ball hard\nSugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George\nI'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\nI'm Gone\n\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy, you understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nI see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\nYea, holla at me boy\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:18.12] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:19.94] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:20.40] Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:22.78] Deep Sea Diving\n[00:24.27] And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:24.32] And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.03] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:31.92] Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:35.11] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.39] Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n[00:41.21] God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n[00:44.63] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:47.37] 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:50.55] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:54.02] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:57.22] The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n[01:00.08] Now get it nigga!\n[01:02.29] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n[01:05.40] We out there shining and trappin\n[01:08.53] Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n[01:14.66] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:18.16] Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n[01:27.09] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.22] I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n[01:31.98] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:35.38] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:39.36] If its about money, you can count me in\n[01:41.63] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n[01:44.63] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:47.54] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.87] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:50.85] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:53.99] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:56.58] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[02:00.23] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:03.26] Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n[02:06.00] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:08.87] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:12.08] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:15.51] Young Money!\n[02:18.48] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:20.40] Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:24.15] But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n[02:27.65] Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n[02:34.35] From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n[02:39.67] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:42.68] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:44.94] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:48.57] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:51.57] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:55.98] Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:57.93] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:00.73] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:04.28] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:06.86] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:09.92] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:11.97] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.62] Nigga you ain't raw\n[03:15.06] Like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.70] I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.57] You better stay in line\n[03:21.63] Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:23.36] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:25.96] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:28.21] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:32.59] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:34.73] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[03:36.52] All gold shades\n[03:38.27] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[03:41.02] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[03:44.03] Customized life, I got it made\n[03:46.24] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[03:49.63] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[03:53.09] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[03:56.29] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[03:58.69] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:00.26] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:02.86] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:05.53] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:08.64] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:11.34] Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:14.42] I'm in the water like a pirate\n[04:17.27] You gassed i'm a hybrid\n[04:18.68] Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:21.10] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:23.15] You get found under the ? in the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:25.90] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:30.47] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:33.66] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[04:36.17] I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n[04:39.47] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n[04:42.63] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[04:45.60] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[04:47.23] For that side talk nigga\n[04:48.70] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[04:51.83] And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n[04:54.23] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n[04:58.24] Bitch I ball hard\n[04:59.64] Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:00.91] Young Paul George\n[05:02.46] I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:04.38] Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:05.67] We the ones to fear though\n[05:09.79] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:11.07] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:13.76] Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n[05:16.38] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:19.94] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:21.62] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:23.22] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:25.78] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:28.57] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n[05:31.94] I'm Gone\n[05:35.46] Yea, you understand me?\n[05:36.15] Lil Young Money killers\n[05:37.54] Cash Money gangstas\n[05:39.10] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[05:42.76] Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n[05:48.31] From the turf puttin in work\n[05:52.07] Ocean City view nigga\n[05:54.93] It's real out'chea boy\n[05:59.48] I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:03.41] Yea, holla at me boy\n[06:10.64] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:13.22] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:16.61] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:19.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever\n  artist: Young Money feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine & Birdman\n  album: Rise Of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 406000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 18120\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 18120\n  end_ms: 19940\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 19940\n  end_ms: 20400\n- text: Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 20400\n  end_ms: 22780\n- text: Deep Sea Diving\n  start_ms: 22780\n  end_ms: 24270\n- text: And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 24270\n  end_ms: 24320\n- text: And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 24320\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29030\n  end_ms: 31920\n- text: Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 31920\n  end_ms: 35110\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 35110\n  end_ms: 38390\n- text: Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38390\n  end_ms: 41210\n- text: God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 41210\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 47370\n- text: 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 47370\n  end_ms: 50550\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 50550\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 60080\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 60080\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 65400\n- text: We out there shining and trappin\n  start_ms: 65400\n  end_ms: 68530\n- text: Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  start_ms: 68530\n  end_ms: 74660\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 74660\n  end_ms: 78160\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n  start_ms: 78160\n  end_ms: 87090\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 87090\n  end_ms: 89220\n- text: I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89220\n  end_ms: 91980\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 91980\n  end_ms: 95380\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 95380\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: If its about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 104630\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 104630\n  end_ms: 107540\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 107540\n  end_ms: 108870\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108870\n  end_ms: 110850\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 110850\n  end_ms: 113990\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 113990\n  end_ms: 116580\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 116580\n  end_ms: 120230\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 120230\n  end_ms: 123260\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 123260\n  end_ms: 126000\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 126000\n  end_ms: 128870\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 128870\n  end_ms: 132080\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 132080\n  end_ms: 135510\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 135510\n  end_ms: 138480\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 138480\n  end_ms: 140400\n- text: Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 140400\n  end_ms: 144150\n- text: But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 144150\n  end_ms: 147650\n- text: Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 147650\n  end_ms: 154350\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 154350\n  end_ms: 159670\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 159670\n  end_ms: 162680\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 162680\n  end_ms: 164940\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 164940\n  end_ms: 168570\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 168570\n  end_ms: 171570\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 171570\n  end_ms: 175980\n- text: Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 175980\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 180730\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 180730\n  end_ms: 184280\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 184280\n  end_ms: 186860\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 186860\n  end_ms: 189920\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 189920\n  end_ms: 191970\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 191970\n  end_ms: 193620\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw\n  start_ms: 193620\n  end_ms: 195060\n- text: Like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 195060\n  end_ms: 196700\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196700\n  end_ms: 199570\n- text: You better stay in line\n  start_ms: 199570\n  end_ms: 201630\n- text: Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 201630\n  end_ms: 203360\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 203360\n  end_ms: 205960\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 205960\n  end_ms: 208210\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 208210\n  end_ms: 212590\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 212590\n  end_ms: 214730\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 214730\n  end_ms: 216520\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 216520\n  end_ms: 218270\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 218270\n  end_ms: 221020\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 221020\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 226240\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 226240\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 233090\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 233090\n  end_ms: 236290\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 236290\n  end_ms: 238690\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 238690\n  end_ms: 240260\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 240260\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 245530\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 245530\n  end_ms: 248640\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 248640\n  end_ms: 251340\n- text: Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 251340\n  end_ms: 254420\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate\n  start_ms: 254420\n  end_ms: 257270\n- text: You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 257270\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261100\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 261100\n  end_ms: 263150\n- text: You get found under the ? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 263150\n  end_ms: 265900\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 265900\n  end_ms: 270470\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 270470\n  end_ms: 273660\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 273660\n  end_ms: 276170\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 276170\n  end_ms: 279470\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  start_ms: 279470\n  end_ms: 282630\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 282630\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287230\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 287230\n  end_ms: 288700\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 288700\n  end_ms: 291830\n- text: And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 291830\n  end_ms: 294230\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  start_ms: 294230\n  end_ms: 298240\n- text: Bitch I ball hard\n  start_ms: 298240\n  end_ms: 299640\n- text: Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 299640\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: Young Paul George\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 302460\n- text: I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 302460\n  end_ms: 304380\n- text: Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 304380\n  end_ms: 305670\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 305670\n  end_ms: 309790\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 309790\n  end_ms: 311070\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 311070\n  end_ms: 313760\n- text: Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 313760\n  end_ms: 316380\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 316380\n  end_ms: 319940\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 319940\n  end_ms: 321620\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 321620\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 325780\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 325780\n  end_ms: 328570\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  start_ms: 328570\n  end_ms: 331940\n- text: I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 331940\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 336150\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 336150\n  end_ms: 337540\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 337540\n  end_ms: 339100\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 339100\n  end_ms: 342760\n- text: Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 342760\n  end_ms: 348310\n- text: From the turf puttin in work\n  start_ms: 348310\n  end_ms: 352070\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 352070\n  end_ms: 354930\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 354930\n  end_ms: 359480\n- text: I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 359480\n  end_ms: 363410\n- text: Yea, holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 363410\n  end_ms: 370640\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 370640\n  end_ms: 373220\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 373220\n  end_ms: 376610\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 376610\n  end_ms: 379660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 379660\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving\n  And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n\n  Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin\n  Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If its about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw\n  Like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line\n  Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate\n  You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  Bitch I ball hard\n  Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George\n  I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  I'm Gone\n\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  From the turf puttin in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yea, holla at me boy\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n"},{"id":18289841,"name":"Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Mack Maine & Birdman)","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Mack Maine & Birdman)","artistName":"Young Money","albumName":"Rise of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)","duration":406.102775,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving\nAnd i'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga; i will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, ima be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\n\nYea, Number 1 in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin\nJust know it's real out there, so be real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nI'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf its about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\n\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball, you understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw\nLike dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line\nOr chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate\nYou gassed i'm a hybrid\nUh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\nBitch I ball hard\nSugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George\nI'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\nI'm Gone\n\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy, you understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nI see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\nYea, holla at me boy\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.37] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:14.46] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:17.25] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:20.23] Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:23.05] Deep Sea Diving\n[00:24.14] And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:26.60] And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.56] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:32.77] Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:35.51] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.79] Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n[00:41.95] God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n[00:44.81] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:48.23] 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:51.01] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:54.67] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:57.19] The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n[01:00.59] Now get it nigga!\n[01:01.99] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n[01:05.72] We out there shining and trappin\n[01:08.73] Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n[01:15.68] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:20.35] Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n[01:26.74] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.20] I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n[01:32.79] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:35.52] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:39.38] If its about money, you can count me in\n[01:41.75] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n[01:44.82] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:47.61] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.72] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:51.49] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:54.57] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:57.15] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[02:00.14] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:03.51] Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n[02:06.15] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:09.20] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:12.38] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:15.06] Young Money!\n[02:15.98] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:20.34] Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:25.68] But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n[02:29.32] Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n[02:34.26] From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n[02:39.36] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:43.01] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:46.65] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:49.35] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:52.33] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:54.98] Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:58.04] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:01.29] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:04.22] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:07.24] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:10.38] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:12.15] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.83] Nigga you ain't raw\n[03:15.13] Like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.58] I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.85] You better stay in line\n[03:21.05] Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:23.07] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:26.22] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:29.61] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:32.01] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:35.04] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[03:37.06] All gold shades\n[03:38.12] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[03:41.32] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[03:44.23] Customized life, I got it made\n[03:46.91] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[03:50.37] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[03:54.02] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[03:56.93] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[03:58.53] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:00.08] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:02.85] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:06.09] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:09.04] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:12.39] Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:14.97] I'm in the water like a pirate\n[04:16.88] You gassed i'm a hybrid\n[04:18.58] Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:21.10] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:24.33] You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:27.67] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:30.66] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:33.76] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[04:36.31] I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n[04:39.74] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n[04:43.52] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[04:45.87] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[04:47.41] For that side talk nigga\n[04:49.05] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[04:52.08] And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n[04:55.23] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n[04:58.49] Bitch I ball hard\n[04:59.55] Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:01.56] Young Paul George\n[05:02.91] I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:04.68] Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:07.77] We the ones to fear though\n[05:09.30] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:10.81] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:13.90] Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n[05:16.82] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:20.09] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:21.66] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:22.82] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:26.13] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:29.25] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n[05:31.80] I'm Gone\n[05:32.61] Yea, you understand me?\n[05:34.34] Lil Young Money killers\n[05:37.10] Cash Money gangstas\n[05:39.84] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[05:43.32] Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n[05:48.67] From the turf puttin in work\n[05:52.31] Ocean City view nigga\n[05:53.73] It's real out'chea boy\n[05:58.72] I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:05.13] Yea, holla at me boy\n[06:10.91] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:13.84] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:16.88] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:18.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Mack Maine & Birdman)\n  artist: Young Money\n  album: Rise of An Empire (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 406103\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 14460\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 14460\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20230\n- text: Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 20230\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: Deep Sea Diving\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 26600\n- text: And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 26600\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 32770\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38790\n- text: Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38790\n  end_ms: 41950\n- text: God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 41950\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 48230\n- text: 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 48230\n  end_ms: 51010\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 51010\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 57190\n- text: The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 57190\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: We out there shining and trappin\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68730\n- text: Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  start_ms: 68730\n  end_ms: 75680\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 75680\n  end_ms: 80350\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n  start_ms: 80350\n  end_ms: 86740\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92790\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 92790\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 95520\n  end_ms: 99380\n- text: If its about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 99380\n  end_ms: 101750\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  start_ms: 101750\n  end_ms: 104820\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 104820\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 108720\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108720\n  end_ms: 111490\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 111490\n  end_ms: 114570\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 114570\n  end_ms: 117150\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 117150\n  end_ms: 120140\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 120140\n  end_ms: 123510\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 123510\n  end_ms: 126150\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 126150\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132380\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 132380\n  end_ms: 135060\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 135060\n  end_ms: 135980\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 135980\n  end_ms: 140340\n- text: Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 140340\n  end_ms: 145680\n- text: But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 145680\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 154260\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 154260\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 166650\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 166650\n  end_ms: 169350\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 169350\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174980\n- text: Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 174980\n  end_ms: 178040\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 178040\n  end_ms: 181290\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 181290\n  end_ms: 184220\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 184220\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192150\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 192150\n  end_ms: 193830\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw\n  start_ms: 193830\n  end_ms: 195130\n- text: Like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 195130\n  end_ms: 196580\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196580\n  end_ms: 199850\n- text: You better stay in line\n  start_ms: 199850\n  end_ms: 201050\n- text: Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 201050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206220\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 206220\n  end_ms: 209610\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 209610\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 215040\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 215040\n  end_ms: 217060\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 217060\n  end_ms: 218120\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 218120\n  end_ms: 221320\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 221320\n  end_ms: 224230\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 224230\n  end_ms: 226910\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 226910\n  end_ms: 230370\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 230370\n  end_ms: 234020\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 234020\n  end_ms: 236930\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 236930\n  end_ms: 238530\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 238530\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242850\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 242850\n  end_ms: 246090\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 246090\n  end_ms: 249040\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 249040\n  end_ms: 252390\n- text: Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 252390\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 256880\n- text: You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 256880\n  end_ms: 258580\n- text: Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 258580\n  end_ms: 261100\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 261100\n  end_ms: 264330\n- text: You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 264330\n  end_ms: 267670\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 267670\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273760\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 273760\n  end_ms: 276310\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 276310\n  end_ms: 279740\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  start_ms: 279740\n  end_ms: 283520\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 283520\n  end_ms: 285870\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 285870\n  end_ms: 287410\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 287410\n  end_ms: 289050\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 289050\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 295230\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  start_ms: 295230\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: Bitch I ball hard\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 299550\n- text: Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 299550\n  end_ms: 301560\n- text: Young Paul George\n  start_ms: 301560\n  end_ms: 302910\n- text: I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 302910\n  end_ms: 304680\n- text: Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 304680\n  end_ms: 307770\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 307770\n  end_ms: 309300\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 309300\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 313900\n- text: Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 313900\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 320090\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 320090\n  end_ms: 321660\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 321660\n  end_ms: 322820\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 322820\n  end_ms: 326130\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 326130\n  end_ms: 329250\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  start_ms: 329250\n  end_ms: 331800\n- text: I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 331800\n  end_ms: 332610\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 332610\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 337100\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 337100\n  end_ms: 339840\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 339840\n  end_ms: 343320\n- text: Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 343320\n  end_ms: 348670\n- text: From the turf puttin in work\n  start_ms: 348670\n  end_ms: 352310\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 352310\n  end_ms: 353730\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 353730\n  end_ms: 358720\n- text: I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 358720\n  end_ms: 365130\n- text: Yea, holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 365130\n  end_ms: 370910\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 370910\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376880\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 376880\n  end_ms: 378000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 378000\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving\n  And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n\n  Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin\n  Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If its about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw\n  Like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line\n  Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate\n  You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  Bitch I ball hard\n  Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George\n  I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  I'm Gone\n\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  From the turf puttin in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yea, holla at me boy\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n"},{"id":14077849,"name":"Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine, Birdman)","trackName":"Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine, Birdman)","artistName":"Young Money","albumName":"Rise Of An Empire","duration":406.1312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, man we came from the bottom\nStunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\nMan these women treat you different when you popping\nWell I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\nDeep Sea Diving\nAnd i'm just happy that a nigga made it\nAnd i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\nLife is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\nNow i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\nGotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\nStand up nigga; i will never run nigga\nGod as my witness, ima be the one nigga\nShock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\nI never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\nMomma told em kill em with my music slowly\nThe game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\nNow get it nigga!\n\nYea, Number 1 in that field nigga\nWe out there shining and trappin\nJust know it's real out there, so be real out there\nStacks on top of stacks\nBitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\nSwerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\nI'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\nWe ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\nI'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\nIf its about money, you can count me in\nI'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\nEnd up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\nRappers thinks they nice\nCongrats, they must have found my pen\nShit is real I take it to the heart now\nI never gave a fuck so why start now?\nYou boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\nFuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\nMillzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\nI used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\nWhat I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\nMoney stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\nYoung Money!\n\nYea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\nJust the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\nBut at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\nBall baby ball, you understand me?\nFrom 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\nOkay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\nTable full of coke who say two mountains never meet\nGlock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\nBandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\nWatch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\nClick-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\nYou know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\nAll my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\nAnd what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\nHad a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\nMan they can't fuck wit me\nI hope they second guess\nNigga you ain't raw\nLike dope that's re compressed\nI'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\nYou better stay in line\nOr chalk you out, now you outlined\nTry to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\nRich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\nUh, man fuck these niggas\nWhen I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\nGot a fresh pair of jays\nAll gold shades\nRapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\nBut bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\nCustomized life, I got it made\nBoy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\nWith mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\nFuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\nYa momma should've swallowed ya\nYa daddy ain't proud of ya\nThem niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\nBunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\nThe coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\nIf I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\nYoung Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\nI'm in the water like a pirate\nYou gassed i'm a hybrid\nUh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\nAnd get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\nYou get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\nI'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\nI run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\nBetter have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\nI need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\nStreets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\nYou ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\nYou's a sidewalk nigga\nFor that side talk nigga\nI'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\nAnd tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\nI smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\nBitch I ball hard\nSugar-Slim my sports agent\nYoung Paul George\nI'm Indiana Pacing\nSurging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\nWe the ones to fear though\nStrong like the Chapperos\nAllergic to normal, certified weirdos\nNiggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\nI'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\nHungry Hungry Hippo\nDon't cha' be greedy\nI get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\nWith Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\nIt's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\nI'm Gone\n\nYea, you understand me?\nLil Young Money killers\nCash Money gangstas\nSlice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\nBig money over here boy, you understand me?\nFrom the turf puttin in work\nOcean City view nigga\nIt's real out'chea boy\nI see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\nYea, holla at me boy\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga\nFresher Than Ever nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.37] Yea, man we came from the bottom\n[00:14.46] Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n[00:17.25] Man these women treat you different when you popping\n[00:20.23] Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n[00:23.05] Deep Sea Diving\n[00:24.14] And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n[00:26.60] And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n[00:29.56] Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n[00:32.77] Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n[00:35.51] Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n[00:38.79] Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n[00:41.95] God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n[00:44.81] Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n[00:48.23] 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n[00:51.01] I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n[00:54.67] Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n[00:57.19] The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n[01:00.59] Now get it nigga!\n[01:01.99] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n[01:05.72] We out there shining and trappin\n[01:08.73] Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n[01:15.68] Stacks on top of stacks\n[01:20.35] Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n[01:26.74] Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n[01:29.20] I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n[01:32.79] We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n[01:35.52] I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n[01:39.38] If its about money, you can count me in\n[01:41.75] I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n[01:44.82] End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n[01:47.61] Rappers thinks they nice\n[01:48.72] Congrats, they must have found my pen\n[01:51.49] Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n[01:54.57] I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n[01:57.15] You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n[02:00.14] Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n[02:03.51] Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n[02:06.15] I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n[02:09.20] What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n[02:12.38] Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n[02:15.06] Young Money!\n[02:15.98] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n[02:20.34] Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n[02:25.68] But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n[02:29.32] Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n[02:34.26] From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n[02:39.36] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n[02:43.01] Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n[02:46.65] Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n[02:49.35] Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n[02:52.33] Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n[02:54.98] Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n[02:58.04] You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n[03:01.29] All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n[03:04.22] And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n[03:07.24] Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n[03:10.38] Man they can't fuck wit me\n[03:12.15] I hope they second guess\n[03:13.83] Nigga you ain't raw\n[03:15.13] Like dope that's re compressed\n[03:16.58] I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n[03:19.85] You better stay in line\n[03:21.05] Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n[03:23.07] Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n[03:26.22] Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n[03:29.61] Uh, man fuck these niggas\n[03:32.01] When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n[03:35.04] Got a fresh pair of jays\n[03:37.06] All gold shades\n[03:38.12] Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n[03:41.32] But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n[03:44.23] Customized life, I got it made\n[03:46.91] Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n[03:50.37] With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n[03:54.02] Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n[03:56.93] Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n[03:58.53] Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n[04:00.08] Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n[04:02.85] Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n[04:06.09] The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n[04:09.04] If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n[04:12.39] Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n[04:14.97] I'm in the water like a pirate\n[04:16.88] You gassed i'm a hybrid\n[04:18.58] Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n[04:21.10] And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n[04:24.33] You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n[04:27.67] I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n[04:30.66] I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n[04:33.76] Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n[04:36.31] I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n[04:39.74] Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n[04:43.52] You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n[04:45.87] You's a sidewalk nigga\n[04:47.41] For that side talk nigga\n[04:49.05] I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n[04:52.08] And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n[04:55.23] I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n[04:58.49] Bitch I ball hard\n[04:59.55] Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n[05:01.56] Young Paul George\n[05:02.91] I'm Indiana Pacing\n[05:04.68] Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n[05:07.77] We the ones to fear though\n[05:09.30] Strong like the Chapperos\n[05:10.81] Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n[05:13.90] Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n[05:16.82] I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n[05:20.09] Hungry Hungry Hippo\n[05:21.66] Don't cha' be greedy\n[05:22.82] I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n[05:26.13] With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n[05:29.25] It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n[05:31.80] I'm Gone\n[05:32.61] Yea, you understand me?\n[05:34.34] Lil Young Money killers\n[05:37.10] Cash Money gangstas\n[05:39.84] Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n[05:43.32] Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n[05:48.67] From the turf puttin in work\n[05:52.31] Ocean City view nigga\n[05:53.73] It's real out'chea boy\n[05:58.72] I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n[06:05.13] Yea, holla at me boy\n[06:10.91] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:13.84] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:16.88] Fresher Than Ever nigga\n[06:18.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fresher Than Ever (feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Flow, Mack Maine, Birdman)\n  artist: Young Money\n  album: Rise Of An Empire\n  duration_ms: 406131\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  start_ms: 11370\n  end_ms: 14460\n- text: Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  start_ms: 14460\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20230\n- text: Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  start_ms: 20230\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: Deep Sea Diving\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 26600\n- text: And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  start_ms: 26600\n  end_ms: 29560\n- text: Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  start_ms: 29560\n  end_ms: 32770\n- text: Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  start_ms: 32770\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38790\n- text: Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  start_ms: 38790\n  end_ms: 41950\n- text: God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  start_ms: 41950\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 48230\n- text: 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  start_ms: 48230\n  end_ms: 51010\n- text: I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  start_ms: 51010\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 57190\n- text: The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  start_ms: 57190\n  end_ms: 60590\n- text: Now get it nigga!\n  start_ms: 60590\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: We out there shining and trappin\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68730\n- text: Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  start_ms: 68730\n  end_ms: 75680\n- text: Stacks on top of stacks\n  start_ms: 75680\n  end_ms: 80350\n- text: Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n  start_ms: 80350\n  end_ms: 86740\n- text: Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92790\n- text: We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  start_ms: 92790\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  start_ms: 95520\n  end_ms: 99380\n- text: If its about money, you can count me in\n  start_ms: 99380\n  end_ms: 101750\n- text: I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  start_ms: 101750\n  end_ms: 104820\n- text: End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  start_ms: 104820\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Rappers thinks they nice\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 108720\n- text: Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  start_ms: 108720\n  end_ms: 111490\n- text: Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  start_ms: 111490\n  end_ms: 114570\n- text: I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  start_ms: 114570\n  end_ms: 117150\n- text: You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  start_ms: 117150\n  end_ms: 120140\n- text: Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  start_ms: 120140\n  end_ms: 123510\n- text: Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  start_ms: 123510\n  end_ms: 126150\n- text: I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  start_ms: 126150\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 132380\n- text: Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  start_ms: 132380\n  end_ms: 135060\n- text: Young Money!\n  start_ms: 135060\n  end_ms: 135980\n- text: Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  start_ms: 135980\n  end_ms: 140340\n- text: Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  start_ms: 140340\n  end_ms: 145680\n- text: But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  start_ms: 145680\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 154260\n- text: From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n  start_ms: 154260\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 163010\n- text: Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  start_ms: 163010\n  end_ms: 166650\n- text: Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  start_ms: 166650\n  end_ms: 169350\n- text: Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  start_ms: 169350\n  end_ms: 172330\n- text: Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  start_ms: 172330\n  end_ms: 174980\n- text: Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  start_ms: 174980\n  end_ms: 178040\n- text: You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  start_ms: 178040\n  end_ms: 181290\n- text: All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  start_ms: 181290\n  end_ms: 184220\n- text: And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  start_ms: 184220\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: Man they can't fuck wit me\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192150\n- text: I hope they second guess\n  start_ms: 192150\n  end_ms: 193830\n- text: Nigga you ain't raw\n  start_ms: 193830\n  end_ms: 195130\n- text: Like dope that's re compressed\n  start_ms: 195130\n  end_ms: 196580\n- text: I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  start_ms: 196580\n  end_ms: 199850\n- text: You better stay in line\n  start_ms: 199850\n  end_ms: 201050\n- text: Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  start_ms: 201050\n  end_ms: 203070\n- text: Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  start_ms: 203070\n  end_ms: 206220\n- text: Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n  start_ms: 206220\n  end_ms: 209610\n- text: Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 209610\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 215040\n- text: Got a fresh pair of jays\n  start_ms: 215040\n  end_ms: 217060\n- text: All gold shades\n  start_ms: 217060\n  end_ms: 218120\n- text: Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  start_ms: 218120\n  end_ms: 221320\n- text: But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  start_ms: 221320\n  end_ms: 224230\n- text: Customized life, I got it made\n  start_ms: 224230\n  end_ms: 226910\n- text: Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  start_ms: 226910\n  end_ms: 230370\n- text: With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  start_ms: 230370\n  end_ms: 234020\n- text: Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  start_ms: 234020\n  end_ms: 236930\n- text: Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  start_ms: 236930\n  end_ms: 238530\n- text: Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  start_ms: 238530\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242850\n- text: Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  start_ms: 242850\n  end_ms: 246090\n- text: The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 246090\n  end_ms: 249040\n- text: If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  start_ms: 249040\n  end_ms: 252390\n- text: Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  start_ms: 252390\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: I'm in the water like a pirate\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 256880\n- text: You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  start_ms: 256880\n  end_ms: 258580\n- text: Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  start_ms: 258580\n  end_ms: 261100\n- text: And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  start_ms: 261100\n  end_ms: 264330\n- text: You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  start_ms: 264330\n  end_ms: 267670\n- text: I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  start_ms: 267670\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273760\n- text: Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  start_ms: 273760\n  end_ms: 276310\n- text: I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  start_ms: 276310\n  end_ms: 279740\n- text: Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  start_ms: 279740\n  end_ms: 283520\n- text: You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  start_ms: 283520\n  end_ms: 285870\n- text: You's a sidewalk nigga\n  start_ms: 285870\n  end_ms: 287410\n- text: For that side talk nigga\n  start_ms: 287410\n  end_ms: 289050\n- text: I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  start_ms: 289050\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 295230\n- text: I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  start_ms: 295230\n  end_ms: 298490\n- text: Bitch I ball hard\n  start_ms: 298490\n  end_ms: 299550\n- text: Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  start_ms: 299550\n  end_ms: 301560\n- text: Young Paul George\n  start_ms: 301560\n  end_ms: 302910\n- text: I'm Indiana Pacing\n  start_ms: 302910\n  end_ms: 304680\n- text: Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  start_ms: 304680\n  end_ms: 307770\n- text: We the ones to fear though\n  start_ms: 307770\n  end_ms: 309300\n- text: Strong like the Chapperos\n  start_ms: 309300\n  end_ms: 310810\n- text: Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  start_ms: 310810\n  end_ms: 313900\n- text: Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  start_ms: 313900\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 320090\n- text: Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  start_ms: 320090\n  end_ms: 321660\n- text: Don't cha' be greedy\n  start_ms: 321660\n  end_ms: 322820\n- text: I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  start_ms: 322820\n  end_ms: 326130\n- text: With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  start_ms: 326130\n  end_ms: 329250\n- text: It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  start_ms: 329250\n  end_ms: 331800\n- text: I'm Gone\n  start_ms: 331800\n  end_ms: 332610\n- text: Yea, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 332610\n  end_ms: 334340\n- text: Lil Young Money killers\n  start_ms: 334340\n  end_ms: 337100\n- text: Cash Money gangstas\n  start_ms: 337100\n  end_ms: 339840\n- text: Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  start_ms: 339840\n  end_ms: 343320\n- text: Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  start_ms: 343320\n  end_ms: 348670\n- text: From the turf puttin in work\n  start_ms: 348670\n  end_ms: 352310\n- text: Ocean City view nigga\n  start_ms: 352310\n  end_ms: 353730\n- text: It's real out'chea boy\n  start_ms: 353730\n  end_ms: 358720\n- text: I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  start_ms: 358720\n  end_ms: 365130\n- text: Yea, holla at me boy\n  start_ms: 365130\n  end_ms: 370910\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 370910\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376880\n- text: Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  start_ms: 376880\n  end_ms: 378000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 378000\nplain: |-\n  Yea, man we came from the bottom\n  Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!\n  Man these women treat you different when you popping\n  Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em\n  Deep Sea Diving\n  And i'm just happy that a nigga made it\n  And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table\n  Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit\n  Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick\n  Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga\n  Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga\n  God as my witness, ima be the one nigga\n  Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga\n  10 killers can't amount to this one nigga\n  I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga\n  Momma told em kill em with my music slowly\n  The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe\n  Now get it nigga!\n\n  Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga\n  We out there shining and trappin\n  Just know it's real out there, so be real out there\n  Stacks on top of stacks\n  Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga\n\n  Swerve on a hater like, \"fuck your life\"\n  I'll just ask spider, if that's your girl then ima fuck her twice\n  We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice\n  I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price\n  If its about money, you can count me in\n  I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10\n  End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again\n  Rappers thinks they nice\n  Congrats, they must have found my pen\n  Shit is real I take it to the heart now\n  I never gave a fuck so why start now?\n  You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now\n  Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now\n  Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now\n  I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now\n  What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it\n  Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it\n  Young Money!\n\n  Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed\n  Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet\n  But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga\n  Ball baby ball, you understand me?\n  From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man\n\n  Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap\n  Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet\n  Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift\n  Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit\n  Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail\n  Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal\n  You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him\n  All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective\n  And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas\n  Had a talk with Birdman he told me \"kill these lil bitches\"\n  Man they can't fuck wit me\n  I hope they second guess\n  Nigga you ain't raw\n  Like dope that's re compressed\n  I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die\n  You better stay in line\n  Or chalk you out, now you outlined\n  Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out\n  Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots\n\n  Uh, man fuck these niggas\n  When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas\n  Got a fresh pair of jays\n  All gold shades\n  Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise\n  But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid\n  Customized life, I got it made\n  Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's\n  With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)\n  Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya\n  Ya momma should've swallowed ya\n  Ya daddy ain't proud of ya\n  Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin\n  Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin\n  The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin\n  If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin\n  Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas\n  I'm in the water like a pirate\n  You gassed i'm a hybrid\n  Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt\n  And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp\n  You get found under the? in the trunk by the bazooka\n  I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper\n  I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa\n  Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah\n  I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse\n  Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche\n  You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch\n  You's a sidewalk nigga\n  For that side talk nigga\n  I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga\n  And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga\n  I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian\n  Bitch I ball hard\n  Sugar-Slim my sports agent\n  Young Paul George\n  I'm Indiana Pacing\n  Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift\n  We the ones to fear though\n  Strong like the Chapperos\n  Allergic to normal, certified weirdos\n  Niggas online be like \" FUCK YOU! \" I be like ditto\n  I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo\n  Hungry Hungry Hippo\n  Don't cha' be greedy\n  I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy\n  With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired\n  It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire\n  I'm Gone\n\n  Yea, you understand me?\n  Lil Young Money killers\n  Cash Money gangstas\n  Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer\n  Big money over here boy, you understand me?\n  From the turf puttin in work\n  Ocean City view nigga\n  It's real out'chea boy\n  I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch\n  Yea, holla at me boy\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n  Fresher Than Ever nigga\n"}]