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head, knock off his dreads\n[01:15.24] Now he can't make a sound\n[01:16.03] Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\n[01:18.97] Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n[01:21.62] .357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\n[01:24.24] Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\n[01:26.94] Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n[01:29.63] I told her turn around and bust it open\n[01:31.80] That Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\n[01:33.19] Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\n[01:34.99] I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\n[01:36.86] Say he a gangster, got his chest out\n[01:38.76] When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\n[01:40.54] None of these niggas ain't never play with me\n[01:42.14] Play with me, I bet you see\n[01:43.25] Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\n[01:45.93] Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\n[01:48.57] Two clips on that chopper 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ain't never seen this shit before\n(Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\nYoung nigga shit\nBitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n38 Baby\n\nWithout no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\nReminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\nWithout no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\nI ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\nI was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\nI was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\nHavin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\nI put my flex down, never sit down,\nI told that bitch I'll never stand down\nCreepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\nGo to shoot and try to run\nHop out the whip and we gon' run you down\nShoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\nNow he can't make a sound\nKill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\nTell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\nSippin' on this 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(What they hatin' for?)\n[02:04.13] Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though? (Snatch my chain though)\n[02:06.85] You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n[02:09.00] Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n[02:11.72] I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n[02:17.03] I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n[02:21.65] Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n[02:23.02] What's the 4-1-1? 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to shoot and try to run\n  Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down\n  Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\n  Now he can't make a sound\n  Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\n  Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n  .357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\n  Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\n  Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n  I told her turn around and bust it open\n  That Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\n  Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\n  I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\n  Say he a gangster, got his chest out\n  When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\n  None of these niggas ain't never play with me\n  Play with me, I bet you see\n  Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\n  Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\n  Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\n  Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\n  People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\n  Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\n  Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\n  I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\n  Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\n  You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n  Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n  'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\n  Watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n  What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\n  You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\n  You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\n  Send your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\n  Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\n  It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\n  I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\n  Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin\n"},{"id":23889989,"name":"Overdose","trackName":"Overdose","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart, 07 July 2018","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't no bad person, no\nAyy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\nI ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\nLike everybody make mistakes, that's life\nName one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\nMan like we, I don't know what to say\nI don't know if I'm targeted\nI don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\nI just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\nYeah, yeah\nAnd they ain't never seen this shit before\n(Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\nYoung nigga shit\nBitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n38 Baby\n\nWithout no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\nReminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\nWithout no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\nI ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\nI was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\nI was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\nHavin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\nI put my flex down, never sit down,\nI told that bitch I'll never stand down\nCreepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\nGo to shoot and try to run\nHop out the whip and we gon' run you down\nShoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\nNow he can't make a sound\nKill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\nTell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\nSippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\nDoin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\nI told her turn around and bust it open\nThat Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\nCome in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\nI'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\nSay he a gangster, got his chest out\nWhen I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\nNone of these niggas ain't never play with me\nPlay with me, I bet you see\nFuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\nBitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\nTwo clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\nGot 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\nPeople tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\nSame shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\nBitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\nI got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\nWhy they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\nYou want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\nTake gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\nWatch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\nOverdose, I kill 'em slow\nWhat's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\nYou ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\nYou play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\nSend your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\nGot an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\nIt's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\nI ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\nDouble G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overdose\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart, 07 July 2018\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't no bad person, no\n  Ayy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\n  I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\n  Like everybody make mistakes, that's life\n  Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\n  Man like we, I don't know what to say\n  I don't know if I'm targeted\n  I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n  I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n  Yeah, yeah\n  And they ain't never seen this shit before\n  (Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\n  Young nigga shit\n  Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n  38 Baby\n\n  Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n  Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n  Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n  I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n  I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\n  I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\n  Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\n  I put my flex down, never sit down,\n  I told that bitch I'll never stand down\n  Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\n  Go to shoot and try to run\n  Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down\n  Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\n  Now he can't make a sound\n  Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\n  Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n  .357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\n  Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\n  Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n  I told her turn around and bust it open\n  That Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\n  Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\n  I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\n  Say he a gangster, got his chest out\n  When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\n  None of these niggas ain't never play with me\n  Play with me, I bet you see\n  Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\n  Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\n  Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\n  Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\n  People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\n  Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\n  Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\n  I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\n  Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\n  You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n  Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n  'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\n  Watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n  What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\n  You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\n  You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\n  Send your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\n  Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\n  It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\n  I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\n  Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin\n"},{"id":21617338,"name":"Overdose","trackName":"Overdose","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart","duration":177.035025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't no bad person, no\nAyy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\nI ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\nLike everybody make mistakes, that's life\nName one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\nMan like we, I don't know what to say\nI don't know if I'm targeted\nI don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\nI just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\nYeah, yeah\nAnd they ain't never seen this shit before\n(Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\nYoung nigga shit\nBitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n38 Baby\n\nWithout no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\nReminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\nWithout no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\nI ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\nI was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\nI was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\nHavin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\nI put my flex down, never sit down,\nI told that bitch I'll never stand down\nCreepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\nGo to shoot and try to run\nHop out the whip and we gon' run you down\nShoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\nNow he can't make a sound\nKill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\nTell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\nSippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\nDoin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\nI told her turn around and bust it open\nThat Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\nCome in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\nI'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\nSay he a gangster, got his chest out\nWhen I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\nNone of these niggas ain't never play with me\nPlay with me, I bet you see\nFuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\nBitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\nTwo clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\nGot 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\nPeople tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\nSame shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\nBitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\nI got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\nWhy they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\nYou want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\nTake gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\nWatch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\nOverdose, I kill 'em slow\nWhat's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\nYou ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\nYou play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\nSend your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\nGot an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\nIt's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\nI ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\nDouble G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Overdose\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart\n  duration_ms: 177035\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I ain't no bad person, no\n  Ayy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\n  I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\n  Like everybody make mistakes, that's life\n  Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\n  Man like we, I don't know what to say\n  I don't know if I'm targeted\n  I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n  I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n  Yeah, yeah\n  And they ain't never seen this shit before\n  (Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\n  Young nigga shit\n  Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n  38 Baby\n\n  Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n  Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n  Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n  I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n  I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\n  I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\n  Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\n  I put my flex down, never sit down,\n  I told that bitch I'll never stand down\n  Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\n  Go to shoot and try to run\n  Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down\n  Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\n  Now he can't make a sound\n  Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\n  Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n  .357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\n  Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\n  Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n  I told her turn around and bust it open\n  That Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\n  Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\n  I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\n  Say he a gangster, got his chest out\n  When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\n  None of these niggas ain't never play with me\n  Play with me, I bet you see\n  Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\n  Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\n  Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\n  Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\n  People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\n  Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\n  Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\n  I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\n  Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\n  You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n  Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n  'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\n  Watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n  What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\n  You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\n  You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\n  Send your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\n  Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\n  It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\n  I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\n  Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin\n"},{"id":11568931,"name":"Overdose","trackName":"Overdose","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Drama - Serious Hip-Hop Hits","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't no bad person, no\nAyy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\nI ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\nLike everybody make mistakes, that's life\nName one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\nMan like we, I don't know what to say\nI don't know if I'm targeted\nI don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\nI just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\nYeah, yeah\nAnd they ain't never seen this shit before\n(Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\nYoung nigga shit\nBitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n38 Baby\n\nWithout no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\nReminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\nWithout no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\nI ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\nI was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\nI was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\nHavin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\nI put my flex down, never sit down,\nI told that bitch I'll never stand down\nCreepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\nGo to shoot and try to run\nHop out the whip and we gon' run you down\nShoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\nNow he can't make a sound\nKill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\nTell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\nSippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\nDoin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\nI told her turn around and bust it open\nThat Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\nCome in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\nI'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\nSay he a gangster, got his chest out\nWhen I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\nNone of these niggas ain't never play with me\nPlay with me, I bet you see\nFuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\nBitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\nTwo clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\nGot 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\nPeople tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\nSame shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\nBitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\nI got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\nWhy they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\nYou want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\nTake gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\nI'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\nWatch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\nOverdose, I kill 'em slow\nWhat's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\nYou ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\nYou play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\nSend your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\nGot an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\nIt's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\nI ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\nDouble G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] I ain't no bad person, no\n[00:02.96] Aye, I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer, I ain't no gangbanger\n[00:06.96] I'm me, like everybody make mistakes, that's life\n[00:09.47] Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\n[00:13.52] Man, like we-, I don't know what to say, I don't know if I'm targeted\n[00:18.16] I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n[00:23.13] I just know, shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n[00:26.10] \n[00:29.82] Yeah, yeah\n[00:31.45] And they ain't never seen this shit before (Yeah)\n[00:33.91] (Ooh, Big-, BigHead on the beat) (Young nigga shit)\n[00:37.11] (Bitch) What, what\n[00:38.52] Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, brr\n[00:42.73] What, what, what, yeah, what, what (38 Baby)\n[00:46.73] Without no coat, I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n[00:49.30] Reminiscin' 'bout bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n[00:51.99] Without no drugs, I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n[00:54.68] I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n[00:57.26] I was missin' out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past (Phew)\n[00:59.90] I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag (Brr)\n[01:02.54] Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task (Bap, bah-bah-bah)\n[01:05.24] I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I'll never stand down\n[01:08.66] Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds (Whew)\n[01:10.30] Go to shoot and try to run (Grr), hop out the whip and we gon' run you down (Bap, baow)\n[01:12.98] Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads, now he can't make a sound (Boom, shh)\n[01:15.60] Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down (Lay it down)\n[01:18.60] Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n[01:21.16] .357 send you to Hell, knock out your brain quick (Yeah)\n[01:23.84] Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit (That bang shit)\n[01:26.59] Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n[01:29.70] I told her turn around and bust it open (Bust it open)\n[01:31.44] That Soulja Slim, that C-Murder, come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier (Word, word, word)\n[01:34.60] I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin' (Steady rollin')\n[01:36.77] Say he a gangster, got his chest out when I hit him with this Glock, I bet I fold him\n[01:40.30] None of these niggas ain't never play with me (Who?)\n[01:41.77] Play with me, I bet you see\n[01:43.20] Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I'll pull up where you sleep (Baow)\n[01:45.74] Bitch, I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets (Gang)\n[01:48.41] Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet (Brrt, bah)\n[01:51.21] Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in (Man)\n[01:53.89] People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in (Turn me in)\n[01:56.51] Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again (Yeah)\n[01:59.12] Bitch, I'm screamin', \"Fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\"\n[02:01.60] I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for? (What they hatin' for?)\n[02:04.13] Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though? (Snatch my chain though)\n[02:06.85] You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n[02:09.00] Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n[02:11.72] I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n[02:17.03] I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n[02:21.65] Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n[02:23.02] What's the 4-1-1? 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it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n[00:23.13] I just know, shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n[00:26.10] \n[00:29.82] Yeah, yeah\n[00:31.45] And they ain't never seen this shit before (Yeah)\n[00:33.91] (Ooh, Big-, BigHead on the beat) (Young nigga shit)\n[00:37.11] (Bitch) What, what\n[00:38.52] Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, brr\n[00:42.73] What, what, what, yeah, what, what (38 Baby)\n[00:46.73] Without no coat, I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n[00:49.30] Reminiscin' 'bout bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n[00:51.99] Without no drugs, I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n[00:54.68] I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n[00:57.26] I was missin' out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past (Phew)\n[00:59.90] I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag (Brr)\n[01:02.54] Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task (Bap, bah-bah-bah)\n[01:05.24] I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I'll 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him\n[01:40.30] None of these niggas ain't never play with me (Who?)\n[01:41.77] Play with me, I bet you see\n[01:43.20] Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I'll pull up where you sleep (Baow)\n[01:45.74] Bitch, I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets (Gang)\n[01:48.41] Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet (Brrt, bah)\n[01:51.21] Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in (Man)\n[01:53.89] People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in (Turn me in)\n[01:56.51] Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again (Yeah)\n[01:59.12] Bitch, I'm screamin', \"Fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\"\n[02:01.60] I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for? 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killer\n  I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\n  Like everybody make mistakes, that's life\n  Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\n  Man like we, I don't know what to say\n  I don't know if I'm targeted\n  I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n  I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n  Yeah, yeah\n  And they ain't never seen this shit before\n  (Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\n  Young nigga shit\n  Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n  38 Baby\n\n  Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n  Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n  Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n  I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n  I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\n  I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\n  Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\n  I put my flex down, never sit down,\n  I told that bitch I'll never 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chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\n  Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\n  People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\n  Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\n  Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\n  I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\n  Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\n  You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n  Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n  'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\n  Watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n  What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\n  You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\n  You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\n  Send your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\n  Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\n  It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\n  I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\n  Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin\n"},{"id":26780746,"name":"Overdose","trackName":"Overdose","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart 16.06.2018","duration":177.035025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I ain't no bad person, no\nAyy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer\nI ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\nLike everybody make mistakes, that's life\nName one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\nMan like we, I don't know what to say\nI don't know if I'm targeted\nI don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\nI just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\nYeah, yeah\nAnd they ain't never seen this shit before\n(Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\nYoung nigga shit\nBitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n38 Baby\n\nWithout no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\nReminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\nWithout no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\nI ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\nI was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\nI was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\nHavin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\nI put my flex down, never sit down,\nI told that bitch I'll never stand down\nCreepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\nGo to shoot and try to run\nHop out the whip and we gon' run you down\nShoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\nNow he can't make a sound\nKill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\nTell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\nSippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\nDoin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\nI told her turn around and bust it open\nThat Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\nCome in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\nI'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\nSay he a gangster, got his chest out\nWhen I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\nNone of these niggas ain't never play with me\nPlay with me, I bet you see\nFuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\nBitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\nTwo clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\nGot 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\nPeople tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\nSame shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\nBitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\nI got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\nWhy they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\nYou want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\nTake gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine 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I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me\n  Like everybody make mistakes, that's life\n  Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?\n  Man like we, I don't know what to say\n  I don't know if I'm targeted\n  I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like I don't know\n  I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me\n  Yeah, yeah\n  And they ain't never seen this shit before\n  (Ooh, BigHead on the beat)\n  Young nigga shit\n  Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr\n  38 Baby\n\n  Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain\n  Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains\n  Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain\n  I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed\n  I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past\n  I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag\n  Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task\n  I put my flex down, never sit down,\n  I told that bitch I'll never stand down\n  Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds\n  Go to shoot and try to run\n  Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down\n  Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads\n  Now he can't make a sound\n  Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down\n  Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit\n  .357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick\n  Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit\n  Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass\n  I told her turn around and bust it open\n  That Soulja Slim, that C Murder,\n  Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier\n  I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'\n  Say he a gangster, got his chest out\n  When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him\n  None of these niggas ain't never play with me\n  Play with me, I bet you see\n  Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep\n  Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets\n  Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet\n  Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in\n  People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in\n  Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again\n  Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change, thuggin' to the end\n  I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?\n  Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though?\n  You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?\n  Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch\n  'Em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and\n  Watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)\n  Overdose, I kill 'em slow\n  What's the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever\n  You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper\n  You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin', ain't nobody can help you\n  Send your ass to the devil, in an envelope like a letter\n  Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it\n  It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it\n  I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it\n  Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin\n"}]