[{"id":13418863,"name":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Preach (Official Audio)","trackName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Preach (Official Audio)","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nfuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\nWhere I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\nKnow its a purpose in this world why I need to live\nIt ain't too long\n\nThey don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOut the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me bout all y'all\nproblems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\nBitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\nBitch I cry alone\nThis for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\nFuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\n[01:11.34] Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n[01:13.04] And bitch you leaving me\n[01:14.89] Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n[01:17.54] I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n[01:20.61] They think I'm dumb\n[01:21.47] You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n[01:23.72] They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n[01:25.42] They don't know my problems\n[01:26.84] Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n[01:29.96] I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n[01:33.07] Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n[01:36.29] Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n[01:39.18] Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n[01:42.12] Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n[01:45.02] I ain't give up on my mission,\n[01:46.38] Fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n[01:48.38] Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n[01:51.60] Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n[01:54.70] I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n[01:57.86] Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n[02:01.33] Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n[02:04.26] Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n[02:07.12] I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n[02:10.16] Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n[02:14.25] NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n[02:16.28] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[02:19.57] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[02:22.66] You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.57] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.86] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.93] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.61] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:38.15] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.85] It ain't too long\n[02:41.98] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.45] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.49] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.32] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.48] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.43] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.68] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.75] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.63] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:02.27] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.87] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:09.05] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:12.16] You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n[03:15.06] Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[03:18.55] Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n[03:21.16] I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n[03:24.52] Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n[03:28.39] NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n[03:30.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Preach (Official Audio)\n artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n start_ms: 3240\n end_ms: 6700\n- text: These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n start_ms: 6700\n end_ms: 9410\n- text: I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n start_ms: 9410\n end_ms: 12590\n- text: I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n start_ms: 12590\n end_ms: 15610\n- text: Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n start_ms: 15610\n end_ms: 17220\n- text: So I'm done with these bitches\n start_ms: 17220\n end_ms: 18700\n- text: I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n start_ms: 18700\n end_ms: 21830\n- text: On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n start_ms: 21830\n end_ms: 24950\n- text: Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n start_ms: 24950\n end_ms: 28000\n- text: I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n start_ms: 28000\n end_ms: 31020\n- text: Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n start_ms: 31020\n end_ms: 34120\n- text: Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n start_ms: 34120\n end_ms: 37250\n- text: Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n start_ms: 37250\n end_ms: 40320\n- text: The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n start_ms: 40320\n end_ms: 43460\n- text: Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n start_ms: 43460\n end_ms: 46700\n- text: Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n start_ms: 46700\n end_ms: 49790\n- text: Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n start_ms: 49790\n end_ms: 52450\n- text: I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n start_ms: 52450\n end_ms: 55680\n- text: Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n start_ms: 55680\n end_ms: 58890\n- text: Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n start_ms: 58890\n end_ms: 62350\n- text: This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n start_ms: 62350\n end_ms: 65440\n- text: This the story of a child who was in them streets\n start_ms: 65440\n end_ms: 68240\n- text: Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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They ain't do shit for me\n Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n And bitch you leaving me\n\n Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n They think I'm dumb\n You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n They don't know my problems\n\n Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n I ain't give up on my mission,\n fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\n Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n It ain't too long\n\n They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n Bitch I cry alone\n This for all them young niggas who gone\n And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":11837169,"name":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Preach (Official Audio)","trackName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Preach (Official Audio)","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Songs","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nfuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\nWhere I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\nKnow its a purpose in this world why I need to live\nIt ain't too long\n\nThey don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOut the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me bout all y'all\nproblems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\nBitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\nBitch I cry alone\nThis for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\nFuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":23168856,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nfuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nfuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\n[01:11.34] Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n[01:13.04] And bitch you leaving me\n[01:14.89] Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n[01:17.54] I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n[01:20.61] They think I'm dumb\n[01:21.47] You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n[01:23.72] They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n[01:25.42] They don't know my problems\n[01:26.84] Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n[01:29.96] I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n[01:33.07] Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n[01:36.29] Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n[01:39.18] Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n[01:42.12] Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n[01:45.02] I ain't give up on my mission,\n[01:46.38] Fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n[01:48.38] Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n[01:51.60] Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n[01:54.70] I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n[01:57.86] Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n[02:01.33] Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n[02:04.26] Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n[02:07.12] I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n[02:10.16] Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n[02:14.25] NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n[02:16.28] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[02:19.57] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[02:22.66] You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.57] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.86] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.93] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.61] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:38.15] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.85] It ain't too long\n[02:41.98] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.45] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.49] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.32] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.48] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.43] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.68] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.75] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.63] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:02.27] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.87] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:09.05] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:12.16] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":35862382,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"AI YoungBoy 2","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":35862503,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"AI YoungBoy 2","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":3607264,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Until Death Call My Name","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\nWhere I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\nKnow its a purpose in this world why I need to live\nIt ain't too long\n\nThey don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOut the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me bout all y'all\nProblems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\nBitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\nBitch I cry alone\nThis for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\nFuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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They ain't do shit for me\n Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n And bitch you leaving me\n\n Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n They think I'm dumb\n You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n They don't know my problems\n\n Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n I ain't give up on my mission,\n Fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\n Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":33053947,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Life Before Fame","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":21251131,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"3:57","duration":236.04,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":21954728,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart","duration":236.124,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.42] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.55] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.53] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.42] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:37.64] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.71] It ain't too long\n[02:42.10] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.11] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.02] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.03] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.69] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.28] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.37] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.65] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.70] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:01.03] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.04] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:08.66] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:11.89] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":9592569,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Until Death Call My Name (Reloaded)","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nfuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\nWhere I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\nKnow its a purpose in this world why I need to live\nIt ain't too long\n\nThey don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOut the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me bout all y'all\nproblems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\nBitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\nBitch I cry alone\nThis for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\nFuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.24] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.70] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.41] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.59] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.61] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.22] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.70] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.83] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.95] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.00] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:31.02] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:34.12] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.25] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.32] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.70] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.79] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.45] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.68] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.89] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.35] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.44] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.24] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\n[01:11.34] Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n[01:13.04] And bitch you leaving me\n[01:14.89] Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n[01:17.54] I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n[01:20.61] They think I'm dumb\n[01:21.47] You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n[01:23.72] They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n[01:25.42] They don't know my problems\n[01:26.84] Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n[01:29.96] I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n[01:33.07] Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n[01:36.29] Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n[01:39.18] Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n[01:42.12] Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n[01:45.02] I ain't give up on my mission,\n[01:46.38] Fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n[01:48.38] Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n[01:51.60] Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n[01:54.70] I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n[01:57.86] Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n[02:01.33] Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n[02:04.26] Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n[02:07.12] I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n[02:10.16] Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n[02:14.25] NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n[02:16.28] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[02:19.57] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[02:22.66] You spell it backwards, What that mean? Nigga MURDER\n[02:25.57] Livin' wrong or right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n[02:28.86] Yo' ex just exposed you, Now you mad like I was neva' here\n[02:31.93] Where I come from I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:34.61] Momma' forgive me for all the times I use to trip\n[02:38.15] Know its a purpose in this world why I need to live\n[02:40.85] It ain't too long\n[02:41.98] They don't give a fuck bout me, Bitch\n[02:44.45] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.49] Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile in nobody face\n[02:50.32] Y'all tell me bout all y'all\n[02:51.48] Problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?\n[02:53.43] Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die\n[02:55.68] Bitch I cry alone\n[02:56.75] This for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.63] And all the people who miss they babies, You heard me?\n[03:02.27] Fuck everybody in mind, Y'all ain't making my life no betta'\n[03:05.87] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[03:09.05] He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n[03:12.16] You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":36612625,"name":"Preach","trackName":"Preach","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Until Death Call My Name","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\nThese niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\nI'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\nYo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\nSo I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\nInterrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\nThe fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\nI don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\nBre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\nAnd bitch you leaving me\n\nKeandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb\nYou got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck about how I feel\nThey don't know my problems\n\nJust cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\nMad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission,\nFuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\nUp in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\nYou spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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Nigga MURDER\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\nBatty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\nI'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\nNBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.84] I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy\n[00:06.21] These niggas know what up, Know I'm bout whateva'\n[00:09.39] I'm in the streets I keep that heat, You know I be steppin'\n[00:12.25] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, My heart in them trenches\n[00:15.32] Yo' girl gone cheat on you for nothing\n[00:17.42] So I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.94] I think about it every minute, Ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.58] On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision\n[00:24.54] Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:27.68] I told Montana that I love him, On Dave I meant it\n[00:30.84] Put 20 thousand on his head, They catch him I send it\n[00:33.94] Get on my knee on side the bed like \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.09] Was sellin' weed fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dolla'\n[00:40.09] The fame getting to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.15] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa'\n[00:46.44] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop em'\n[00:49.51] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something\n[00:52.63] I don't give a fuck if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.46] Bitches think they slick, They all deceive so I'll never love em'\n[00:58.55] Bre was my first love but she changed so I'll never trust her\n[01:01.75] This the files of a nigga who ain't neva' bleed\n[01:05.20] This the story of a child who was in them streets\n[01:08.46] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? 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They ain't do shit for me\n Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love?\n And bitch you leaving me\n\n Keandre dead, The only thing I think about is Tyler\n I'm full of pain and wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n They think I'm dumb\n You got me fucked up I got plenty knowledge\n They don't give a fuck about how I feel\n They don't know my problems\n\n Just cause you around me, I ain't forget bout everything you said\n I let some shots off in the air for my niggas dead\n Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n Showin' love to them niggas they might bust my head\n Mad bout a gun, but for a fact I won't do you nothin'\n Mad that I'm up but you remember you ain't give me nothing\n I ain't give up on my mission,\n Fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'\n Handin' all you niggas money bitch and I steady strugglin'\n\n Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n I told him watch what he was saying, but shit I had to fold him\n Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n Youngboy a soldier, I remember what my grampa told me\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n He was abandoned as a child screaming red rum\n You spell it backwards, What that mean? 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Nigga MURDER\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody till the his time come\n\n Batty Bwoy if you cross imma' take your life\n I'm full of drugs so imma' die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gone be alright\n NBA'ing to the end, it's a way of life\n"},{"id":29619238,"name":"Preach (Paused)","trackName":"Preach (Paused)","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Until Death Call My Name (Reloaded)","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(DJ Swift on the track)\n(And I know) I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a devil (I know)\nThese niggas know what up, know I'm 'bout whatever (you know)\nI'm in the streets, I keep that heat, you know that I be steppin' (yes, you know)\n\nI miss the Nawf just like my granny, my heart in 'em trenches\nYo' girl gon' cheat on you for nothing, so I'm done with these bitches\nI think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission\nOn my payroll, I got hittas, I pay 'em commision\n\nInterrogated by detectives, won't tell 'em I did it\nI told Montana that I love him, on Dave, I meant it\nPut 20 thousand on his head, they catch him, I send it\nGet on my knee on side the bed like, \"Father, forgive me\"\n\nWas sellin' weed, fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dollar\nThe fame gettin' to my niggas, I cut off my partners\nBefore I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa\nMovin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop 'em (mm)\n\nNigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something (I owe him)\nI don't give a fuck, if we step together, I'll show you something\nBitches think they slick, they all deceive, so I'll never love 'em\nBre was my first love, but she changed, so I'll never trust her\n\nThis the files of a nigga who ain't never bleed (never bleed)\nThis the story of a child who was in them streets (in them streets)\nWhy the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me (for me)\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love? And bitch you leavin' me (leavin' me)\n\nKeandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain, but wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck 'bout how I feel, they don't know my problems\n\nJust 'cause you around me, I ain't forget 'bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for all my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas, they might bust my head\n\nMad 'bout a gun, but for a fact, bitch, I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up, but you remember, you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission, fuck you mean, bitch? I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money, bitch, and I was steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but, shit, I had to fold him\nUp in that cell, bitch, I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grandpa told me\n\nBatty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life\nI'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons, \"It's gon' be alright\"\nNBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\"\nYou spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come (and I know)\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was never here (I know)\nWhere I come from, I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma forgive me for all them times I used to trip (yeah, you know)\nKnow it's a purpose in this world, why I need to live? (Yeah)\n\nIt ain't too long\nY'all don't give a fuck 'bout me, bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOff the flap, I ain't gotta smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me 'bout all y'all problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin', huh?\n\nBitch, I been feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch, I cry alone\nThis for all, this for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?\nFuck everybody who ain't mine\nY'all ain't making my life no better, gang\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin (heroin)\nHe was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\" (red rum)\nYou spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder (murder)\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come\n\nBatty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life (take your life)\nI'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight (I'ma die)\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gon' be alright (alright)\nNBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\n(Go on, on, on) batty boy, yeah\nAy, ay, ah (brr)\nSleet, sleet, sleet, sleet","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] (DJ Swift on the track)\n[00:02.52] (And I know) I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a devil (I know)\n[00:06.72] These niggas know what up, know I'm 'bout whatever (you know)\n[00:09.55] I'm in the streets, I keep that heat, you know that I be steppin' (yes, you know)\n[00:12.36] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, my heart in 'em trenches\n[00:15.47] Yo' girl gon' cheat on you for nothing, so I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.89] I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.88] On my payroll, I got hittas, I pay 'em commision\n[00:25.02] Interrogated by detectives, won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.02] I told Montana that I love him, on Dave, I meant it\n[00:31.08] Put 20 thousand on his head, they catch him, I send it\n[00:34.28] Get on my knee on side the bed like, \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.11] Was sellin' weed, fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dollar\n[00:40.30] The fame gettin' to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa\n[00:46.73] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop 'em (mm)\n[00:49.86] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something (I owe him)\n[00:52.42] I don't give a fuck, if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.75] Bitches think they slick, they all deceive, so I'll never love 'em\n[00:58.85] Bre was my first love, but she changed, so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.18] This the files of a nigga who ain't never bleed (never bleed)\n[01:05.37] This the story of a child who was in them streets (in them streets)\n[01:08.36] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me (for me)\n[01:11.37] Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love? And bitch you leavin' me (leavin' me)\n[01:14.47] Keandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler\n[01:17.62] I'm full of pain, but wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n[01:20.51] They think I'm dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge\n[01:23.75] They don't give a fuck 'bout how I feel, they don't know my problems\n[01:26.74] Just 'cause you around me, I ain't forget 'bout everything you said\n[01:30.08] I let some shots off in the air for all my niggas dead\n[01:33.15] Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n[01:36.29] Showin' love to them niggas, they might bust my head\n[01:39.12] Mad 'bout a gun, but for a fact, bitch, I won't do you nothin'\n[01:42.38] Mad that I'm up, but you remember, you ain't give me nothing\n[01:45.13] I ain't give up on my mission, fuck you mean, bitch? I was steady hustlin'\n[01:48.58] Handin' all you niggas money, bitch, and I was steady strugglin'\n[01:51.65] Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n[01:54.63] I told him watch what he was saying, but, shit, I had to fold him\n[01:57.87] Up in that cell, bitch, I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n[02:00.87] YoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grandpa told me\n[02:04.35] Batty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life\n[02:07.06] I'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight\n[02:10.16] Tell my lil' brother and my sons, \"It's gon' be alright\"\n[02:13.35] NBA until the end, it's a way of life\n[02:16.36] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[02:19.52] He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\"\n[02:22.59] You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder\n[02:25.53] Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come (and I know)\n[02:28.85] Yo' ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was never here (I know)\n[02:32.04] Where I come from, I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:35.08] Momma forgive me for all them times I used to trip (yeah, you know)\n[02:38.13] Know it's a purpose in this world, why I need to live? (Yeah)\n[02:40.72] It ain't too long\n[02:42.04] Y'all don't give a fuck 'bout me, bitch\n[02:44.30] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.58] Off the flap, I ain't gotta smile in nobody face\n[02:50.27] Y'all tell me 'bout all y'all problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin', huh?\n[02:53.42] Bitch, I been feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch, I cry alone\n[02:56.83] This for all, this for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.72] And all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?\n[03:02.01] Fuck everybody who ain't mine\n[03:03.69] Y'all ain't making my life no better, gang\n[03:05.81] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin (heroin)\n[03:09.13] He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\" (red rum)\n[03:12.27] You spell it backwards, what that mean? 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They ain't do shit for me (for me)\nWhy the fuck I'm showing you so much love? And bitch you leavin' me (leavin' me)\n\nKeandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler\nI'm full of pain, but wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\nThey think I'm dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge\nThey don't give a fuck 'bout how I feel, they don't know my problems\n\nJust 'cause you around me, I ain't forget 'bout everything you said\nI let some shots off in the air for all my niggas dead\nDo anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\nShowin' love to them niggas, they might bust my head\n\nMad 'bout a gun, but for a fact, bitch, I won't do you nothin'\nMad that I'm up, but you remember, you ain't give me nothing\nI ain't give up on my mission, fuck you mean, bitch? I was steady hustlin'\nHandin' all you niggas money, bitch, and I was steady strugglin'\n\nMontana know about my pain and everything I told him\nI told him watch what he was saying, but, shit, I had to fold him\nUp in that cell, bitch, I was cryin' with no one to hold me\nYoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grandpa told me\n\nBatty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life\nI'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight\nTell my lil' brother and my sons, \"It's gon' be alright\"\nNBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\nHe was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\"\nYou spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come (and I know)\n\nYo' ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was never here (I know)\nWhere I come from, I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\nMomma forgive me for all them times I used to trip (yeah, you know)\nKnow it's a purpose in this world, why I need to live? (Yeah)\n\nIt ain't too long\nY'all don't give a fuck 'bout me, bitch\nI did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\nOff the flap, I ain't gotta smile in nobody face\nY'all tell me 'bout all y'all problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin', huh?\n\nBitch, I been feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch, I cry alone\nThis for all, this for all them young niggas who gone\nAnd all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?\nFuck everybody who ain't mine\nY'all ain't making my life no better, gang\n\nYoung nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin (heroin)\nHe was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\" (red rum)\nYou spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder (murder)\nLivin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come\n\nBatty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life (take your life)\nI'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight (I'ma die)\nTell my lil' brother and my sons it's gon' be alright (alright)\nNBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\n(Go on, on, on) batty boy, yeah\nAy, ay, ah (brr)\nSleet, sleet, sleet, sleet","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] (DJ Swift on the track)\n[00:02.52] (And I know) I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a devil (I know)\n[00:06.72] These niggas know what up, know I'm 'bout whatever (you know)\n[00:09.55] I'm in the streets, I keep that heat, you know that I be steppin' (yes, you know)\n[00:12.36] I miss the Nawf just like my granny, my heart in 'em trenches\n[00:15.47] Yo' girl gon' cheat on you for nothing, so I'm done with these bitches\n[00:18.89] I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission\n[00:21.88] On my payroll, I got hittas, I pay 'em commision\n[00:25.02] Interrogated by detectives, won't tell 'em I did it\n[00:28.02] I told Montana that I love him, on Dave, I meant it\n[00:31.08] Put 20 thousand on his head, they catch him, I send it\n[00:34.28] Get on my knee on side the bed like, \"Father, forgive me\"\n[00:37.11] Was sellin' weed, fucked up my profit, I ain't make a dollar\n[00:40.30] The fame gettin' to my niggas, I cut off my partners\n[00:43.46] Before I call on you, I put my trust up in this choppa\n[00:46.73] Movin' like he can't get touched real quick, I bet I stop 'em (mm)\n[00:49.86] Nigga ain't give me shit but hand out like I owe him something (I owe him)\n[00:52.42] I don't give a fuck, if we step together, I'll show you something\n[00:55.75] Bitches think they slick, they all deceive, so I'll never love 'em\n[00:58.85] Bre was my first love, but she changed, so I'll never trust her\n[01:02.18] This the files of a nigga who ain't never bleed (never bleed)\n[01:05.37] This the story of a child who was in them streets (in them streets)\n[01:08.36] Why the fuck I'm taking care of them? They ain't do shit for me (for me)\n[01:11.37] Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love? And bitch you leavin' me (leavin' me)\n[01:14.47] Keandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler\n[01:17.62] I'm full of pain, but wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n[01:20.51] They think I'm dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge\n[01:23.75] They don't give a fuck 'bout how I feel, they don't know my problems\n[01:26.74] Just 'cause you around me, I ain't forget 'bout everything you said\n[01:30.08] I let some shots off in the air for all my niggas dead\n[01:33.15] Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n[01:36.29] Showin' love to them niggas, they might bust my head\n[01:39.12] Mad 'bout a gun, but for a fact, bitch, I won't do you nothin'\n[01:42.38] Mad that I'm up, but you remember, you ain't give me nothing\n[01:45.13] I ain't give up on my mission, fuck you mean, bitch? I was steady hustlin'\n[01:48.58] Handin' all you niggas money, bitch, and I was steady strugglin'\n[01:51.65] Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n[01:54.63] I told him watch what he was saying, but, shit, I had to fold him\n[01:57.87] Up in that cell, bitch, I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n[02:00.87] YoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grandpa told me\n[02:04.35] Batty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life\n[02:07.06] I'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight\n[02:10.16] Tell my lil' brother and my sons, \"It's gon' be alright\"\n[02:13.35] NBA until the end, it's a way of life\n[02:16.36] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n[02:19.52] He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\"\n[02:22.59] You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder\n[02:25.53] Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come (and I know)\n[02:28.85] Yo' ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was never here (I know)\n[02:32.04] Where I come from, I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n[02:35.08] Momma forgive me for all them times I used to trip (yeah, you know)\n[02:38.13] Know it's a purpose in this world, why I need to live? (Yeah)\n[02:40.72] It ain't too long\n[02:42.04] Y'all don't give a fuck 'bout me, bitch\n[02:44.30] I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n[02:47.58] Off the flap, I ain't gotta smile in nobody face\n[02:50.27] Y'all tell me 'bout all y'all problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin', huh?\n[02:53.42] Bitch, I been feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch, I cry alone\n[02:56.83] This for all, this for all them young niggas who gone\n[02:58.72] And all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?\n[03:02.01] Fuck everybody who ain't mine\n[03:03.69] Y'all ain't making my life no better, gang\n[03:05.81] Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin (heroin)\n[03:09.13] He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\" (red rum)\n[03:12.27] You spell it backwards, what that mean? 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They ain't do shit for me (for me)\n Why the fuck I'm showing you so much love? And bitch you leavin' me (leavin' me)\n\n Keandre dead, the only thing I think about is Tyler\n I'm full of pain, but wake up every morning and I'm smilin'\n They think I'm dumb, you got me fucked up, I got plenty knowledge\n They don't give a fuck 'bout how I feel, they don't know my problems\n\n Just 'cause you around me, I ain't forget 'bout everything you said\n I let some shots off in the air for all my niggas dead\n Do anything in the world for you, I'm livin' red\n Showin' love to them niggas, they might bust my head\n\n Mad 'bout a gun, but for a fact, bitch, I won't do you nothin'\n Mad that I'm up, but you remember, you ain't give me nothing\n I ain't give up on my mission, fuck you mean, bitch? I was steady hustlin'\n Handin' all you niggas money, bitch, and I was steady strugglin'\n\n Montana know about my pain and everything I told him\n I told him watch what he was saying, but, shit, I had to fold him\n Up in that cell, bitch, I was cryin' with no one to hold me\n YoungBoy a soldier, I remember what my grandpa told me\n\n Batty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life\n I'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons, \"It's gon' be alright\"\n NBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin\n He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\"\n You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come (and I know)\n\n Yo' ex just exposed you, now you mad like I was never here (I know)\n Where I come from, I gotta keep this bitch up on my hip\n Momma forgive me for all them times I used to trip (yeah, you know)\n Know it's a purpose in this world, why I need to live? (Yeah)\n\n It ain't too long\n Y'all don't give a fuck 'bout me, bitch\n I did something for all y'all, y'all got me fucked up\n Off the flap, I ain't gotta smile in nobody face\n Y'all tell me 'bout all y'all problems, y'all don't ask how I'm feelin', huh?\n\n Bitch, I been feelin' like I'm finna die, bitch, I cry alone\n This for all, this for all them young niggas who gone\n And all the people who miss they babies, you heard me?\n Fuck everybody who ain't mine\n Y'all ain't making my life no better, gang\n\n Young nigga fillin' up his arm with some heroin (heroin)\n He was abandoned as a child screamin', \"Red rum\" (red rum)\n You spell it backwards, what that mean? Nigga, murder (murder)\n Livin' wrong and right, trustin' nobody 'til his time come\n\n Batty boy, if you cross, I'ma take your life (take your life)\n I'm full of drugs, so I'ma die if I get caught tonight (I'ma die)\n Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's gon' be alright (alright)\n NBA until the end, it's a way of life\n\n (Go on, on, on) batty boy, yeah\n Ay, ay, ah (brr)\n Sleet, sleet, sleet, sleet\n"}]