[{"id":11683069,"name":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Survivor (Official Audio)","trackName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Survivor (Official Audio)","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"India\nMommy, India got the beats\nTennis chain, a hundred and ten thousand (A hundred and ten thousand)\nWe took some losses, spent some money, but we still ballin' (Still ballin')\nKnow when they hating, straight from the gutter, I forever call it\n(Forever call it)\nThese niggas hating, know they just wanna see my career falling\n(Wan' see me fall)\n\nHe don't wanna see you with more money than him, that ain't your man\nI take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain\nThe way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane\nThey drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\nI came back running with some\n\nTop shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\nLivin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe fell out of love, now he can never trust\nThey told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\n\nPulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\nI came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\nI been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\nBut this is the life that I chose, yeah\nOut the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\nForever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\nScreamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\nWe gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\nBullets flying like an army\nConvicted felon bear arms and\nShoot the burner, hold it steady\nHit a nigga in the arm and leg\nHunger Games, Armageddon\nYou broke your promise, you was wrong for that\nWent to jail all behind your love\nLaid down and I came back\nSteady scopin' (Scopin')\nWipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\nI'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back\nJail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec\nNow I'm boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of racks\nTalkin' down used to drive me insane\nWhen I know I stayed true to this game\nBitches playin', steady sayin' my name\nNiggas playin', we be slangin' that thing\nI'm growin' up, tryna grow as man\nMaintaining, elevating my brain\nI know that I'm great so I'm never gon' settle\nWon't value the money, won't value no change\nSteady scopin' (Scopin')\nWipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\nThis for Dump, spend every dime that I got to bring him back\nRan up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that's a fact\n(I ain't lying)\nI told D to do his time then come back grinding with some\n\nTop shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\nLivin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe fell out of love, now he can never trust\nThey told him lies, he was depressed, they 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man\n[00:28.88] I take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain\n[00:32.25] The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane\n[00:34.65] They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\n[00:37.07] I came back running with some\n[00:38.32] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[00:40.71] Livin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[00:44.11] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[00:47.34] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[00:50.76] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[00:53.72] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[00:57.02] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[01:00.23] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[01:04.32] Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\n[01:05.87] I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\n[01:07.42] I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\n[01:09.03] But this is the life that I chose, yeah\n[01:10.13] Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\n[01:12.29] Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\n[01:13.95] Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\n[01:15.59] We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\n[01:17.14] Bullets flying like an army\n[01:18.79] Convicted felon bear arms and\n[01:20.48] Shoot the burner, hold it steady\n[01:21.98] Hit a nigga in the arm and leg\n[01:23.68] Hunger Games, Armageddon\n[01:25.10] You broke your promise, you was wrong for that\n[01:26.93] Went to jail all behind your love\n[01:28.57] Laid down and I came back\n[01:29.86] Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n[01:31.16] Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n[01:32.91] I'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back\n[01:36.24] Jail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec\n[01:39.52] Now I'm boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of racks\n[01:42.37] Talkin' down used to drive me insane\n[01:44.11] When I know I stayed true to this game\n[01:45.65] Bitches playin', steady sayin' my name\n[01:47.18] Niggas playin', we be slangin' that thing\n[01:48.63] I'm growin' up, tryna grow as man\n[01:50.39] Maintaining, elevating my brain\n[01:51.85] I know that I'm great so I'm never gon' settle\n[01:53.46] Won't value the money, won't value no change\n[01:55.41] Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n[01:56.78] Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n[01:58.77] This for Dump, spend every dime that I got to bring him back\n[02:01.79] Ran up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that's a fact\n[02:04.91] (I ain't lying)\n[02:05.10] I told D to do his time then come back grinding with some\n[02:07.92] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:10.39] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:13.76] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:16.93] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:20.33] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:23.35] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:26.60] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:29.71] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:33.54] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:35.90] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:39.34] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:42.62] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:45.97] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:48.91] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:52.23] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:55.42] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:58.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Survivor (Official Audio)\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: India\n  start_ms: 880\n  end_ms: 3240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3240\n  end_ms: 8440\n- text: Mommy, India got the beats\n  start_ms: 8440\n  end_ms: 14090\n- text: Tennis chain, a hundred and ten thousand (A hundred and ten thousand)\n  start_ms: 14090\n  end_ms: 16220\n- text: We took some losses, spent some money, but we still 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yeah\n\n  Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n  Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n  They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n"},{"id":16214705,"name":"NBA Youngboy - Lost Soul Survivor [Official Audio]","trackName":"NBA Youngboy - Lost Soul Survivor [Official Audio]","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":156.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)\nYeah, ah, whoa (Saucey)\n\nOh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron\nHe ain't die and you know he shot back\nI been missin' Kay since I told her for to go, and I know she'll never come back\nMillionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you, and I'm good with that\nNene left and they saw I was sad\nSaw me down, thought I'd never shake back\n\nPut a 20 on top of that 20, come out forty mil', and I'm fuckin' with that\nIn the booth like the trap, and I'm servin', the man of the year, that's the number-one plaque\nThey ain't want me to win when I turned up my swag\nAt thе Holiday Inn with a secondary strap\nI done stopped over here for to fuck with my bills\nI'm gon' slime my way back to the Nawf after that\nHe watch the rearview, he know if it's gon' only come out with his head on the dash\nNo, they don't like me, but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas\nKnow that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that's your ass\nI did this shit that's forever gon' sit on my heart\nFor that bag, it was part of the plan\n\nHe is a lost soul survivor\nAnd assassination been attempted from rivals\nAnd he say that they all gon' die\nWhen talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire\n\nDrop a bag, leave him dead for the shit that he said\nHe been focused on rap, and I'm straight with the killing\nGet the drop, I been waitin', but I know we gon' get it\nYoungin' bangin' the strap at the top of his fitted\nThirty shots at the car, and they still ain't hit me\nI be fine 'cause I know that my ancestor with me\nI be aided all night too whenever I'm out\nTook the top off that Audi, turned that bitch to a sprinter\n\nI took so many losses and came out a winner\nOn the block, I'ma clap 'em when we up in the winter\nThey know that a nigga been dealin' with feelings\nI'm not lovin' these women or fuckin' with niggas\nLook at myself, I see blood on the picture\nRemove 'em and then I get back to them digits\nI throw a fifty, that tension, the ditch him\nThe reason he slumped, DOA in the Bentley\n\nThey don't know everything I did for this\nBang it off back-to-back, I live for this\nIn the northside sick, they ain't cure the kid\nSee that boy out of line and I zip the bitch\nI give these niggas a energy kick\nIn the Benz with a Spider and a eight in that bitch\nStandin' on business, I cater the list\nLeave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid\n\nHe is a lost soul survivor\nAnd assassination been attempted from rivals\nAnd he say that they all gon' die\nWhen talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire\n\nI keep you rollin', this life that I chosen, got the one creep up on me\nI be posted where the sun don't shine\nAnd this the life of a shotta, I say that it's so deep (and, oh)\n(Get it on 'til we can't for YoungBoy, sendin' shots through the night)\n(Lone soul, stuntin' down, no, he ain't, say he gon' be the last one to survive","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)\n[00:02.32] Yeah, ah, whoa (Saucey)\n[00:12.57] Oh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron\n[00:14.20] He ain't die and you know he shot back\n[00:15.69] I been missin' Kay since I told her for to go, and I know she'll never come back\n[00:18.99] Millionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you, and I'm good with that\n[00:22.12] Nene left and they saw I was sad\n[00:23.74] Saw me down, thought I'd never shake back\n[00:25.88] Put a 20 on top of that 20, come out forty mil', and I'm fuckin' with that\n[00:28.85] In the booth like the trap, and I'm servin', the man of the year, that's the number-one plaque\n[00:31.64] They ain't want me to win when I turned up my swag\n[00:33.40] At thе Holiday Inn with a secondary strap\n[00:34.99] I done stopped over here for to fuck with my bills\n[00:36.53] I'm gon' slime my way back to the Nawf after that\n[00:38.38] He watch the rearview, he know if it's gon' only come out with his head on the dash\n[00:41.55] No, they don't like me, but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas\n[00:44.92] Know that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that's your ass\n[00:47.91] I did this shit that's forever gon' sit on my heart\n[00:49.92] For that 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me insane\nThey drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\nI came back running with some\n\nTop shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\nLivin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe fell out of love, now he can never trust\nThey told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\n\nPulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\nI came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\nI been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\nBut this is the life that I chose, yeah\nOut the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\nForever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\nScreamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\nWe gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\nBullets flying like an army\nConvicted felon bear arms and\nShoot the burner, hold it steady\nHit a nigga in the arm and leg\nHunger Games, Armageddon\nYou broke your promise, you was wrong for that\nWent to jail all 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hoes\n[01:09.03] But this is the life that I chose, yeah\n[01:10.13] Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\n[01:12.29] Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\n[01:13.95] Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\n[01:15.59] We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\n[01:17.14] Bullets flying like an army\n[01:18.79] Convicted felon bear arms and\n[01:20.48] Shoot the burner, hold it steady\n[01:21.98] Hit a nigga in the arm and leg\n[01:23.68] Hunger Games, Armageddon\n[01:25.10] You broke your promise, you was wrong for that\n[01:26.93] Went to jail all behind your love\n[01:28.57] Laid down and I came back\n[01:29.86] Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n[01:31.16] Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n[01:32.91] I'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back\n[01:36.24] Jail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec\n[01:39.52] Now I'm boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of racks\n[01:42.37] Talkin' down used to drive me insane\n[01:44.11] When I 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thought he gave it up\n[02:26.60] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:29.71] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:33.54] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:35.90] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:39.34] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:42.62] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:45.97] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:48.91] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:52.23] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:55.42] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:58.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Survivor\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: Survivor\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: India\n  start_ms: 880\n  end_ms: 3240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 3240\n  end_ms: 8440\n- text: Mommy, India got the beats\n  start_ms: 8440\n  end_ms: 14090\n- text: Tennis chain, a hundred and ten thousand (A hundred and ten thousand)\n  start_ms: 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falling\n(Wan' see me fall)\n\nHe don't wanna see you with more money than him, that ain't your man\nI take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain\nThe way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane\nThey drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\nI came back running with some\n\nTop shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\nLivin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe fell out of love, now he can never trust\nThey told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\nHe came back like a survivor, yeah\n\nPulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\nI came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\nI been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\nBut this is the life that I chose, yeah\nOut the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\nForever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\nScreamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\nWe gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\nBullets flying like an 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losses, spent some money, but we still ballin' (Still ballin')\n[00:19.34] Know when they hating, straight from the gutter, I forever call it\n[00:22.68] (Forever call it)\n[00:22.85] These niggas hating, know they just wanna see my career falling\n[00:25.53] (Wan' see me fall)\n[00:25.73] He don't wanna see you with more money than him, that ain't your man\n[00:28.88] I take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain\n[00:32.25] The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane\n[00:34.65] They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\n[00:37.07] I came back running with some\n[00:38.32] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[00:40.71] Livin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[00:44.11] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[00:47.34] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[00:50.76] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[00:53.72] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[00:57.02] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[01:00.23] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[01:04.32] Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\n[01:05.87] I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\n[01:07.42] I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\n[01:09.03] But this is the life that I chose, yeah\n[01:10.13] Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\n[01:12.29] Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\n[01:13.95] Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\n[01:15.59] We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\n[01:17.14] Bullets flying like an army\n[01:18.79] Convicted felon bear arms and\n[01:20.48] Shoot the burner, hold it steady\n[01:21.98] Hit a nigga in the arm and leg\n[01:23.68] Hunger Games, Armageddon\n[01:25.10] You broke your promise, you was wrong for that\n[01:26.93] Went to jail all behind your love\n[01:28.57] Laid down and I came back\n[01:29.86] Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n[01:31.16] Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n[01:32.91] I'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back\n[01:36.24] Jail time and 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violence\n[02:13.76] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:16.93] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:20.33] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:23.35] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:26.60] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:29.71] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:33.54] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:35.90] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:39.34] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:42.62] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:45.97] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:48.91] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:52.23] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:55.42] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:58.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Survivor\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YB Vault\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: India\n  start_ms: 880\n  end_ms: 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end_ms: 60110\n- text: He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  start_ms: 60110\n  end_ms: 63650\n- text: Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\n  start_ms: 63650\n  end_ms: 65400\n- text: I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\n  start_ms: 65400\n  end_ms: 66980\n- text: I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\n  start_ms: 66980\n  end_ms: 68760\n- text: But this is the life that I chose, yeah\n  start_ms: 68760\n  end_ms: 70280\n- text: Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\n  start_ms: 70280\n  end_ms: 72040\n- text: Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\n  start_ms: 72040\n  end_ms: 73890\n- text: Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\n  start_ms: 73890\n  end_ms: 75220\n- text: We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\n  start_ms: 75220\n  end_ms: 77050\n- text: Bullets flying like an army\n  start_ms: 77050\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Convicted felon bear arms and\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 80210\n- text: Shoot the burner, hold it steady\n  start_ms: 80210\n  end_ms: 82050\n- 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with more money than him, that ain't your man\n  I take these Percs and pop that X to hide the pain\n  The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane\n  They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game\n  I came back running with some\n\n  Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n  Livin' like a Ruff Rider, they locked him up for violence\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n  They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n\n  Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon)\n  I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls)\n  I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes\n  But this is the life that I chose, yeah\n  Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah\n  Forever sliding 'bout my bros, yeah\n  Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah\n  We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah\n  Bullets flying like an army\n  Convicted felon bear arms and\n  Shoot the burner, hold it steady\n  Hit a nigga in the arm and leg\n  Hunger Games, Armageddon\n  You broke your promise, you was wrong for that\n  Went to jail all behind your love\n  Laid down and I came back\n  Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n  Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n  I'm steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain't look back\n  Jail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec\n  Now I'm boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of racks\n  Talkin' down used to drive me insane\n  When I know I stayed true to this game\n  Bitches playin', steady sayin' my name\n  Niggas playin', we be slangin' that thing\n  I'm growin' up, tryna grow as man\n  Maintaining, elevating my brain\n  I know that I'm great so I'm never gon' settle\n  Won't value the money, won't value no change\n  Steady scopin' (Scopin')\n  Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n  This for Dump, spend every dime that I got to bring him back\n  Ran up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that's a fact\n  (I ain't lying)\n  I told D to do his time then come back grinding with some\n\n  Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n  Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n  They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n\n  Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n  Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n  They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n  He came back like a survivor, yeah\n"},{"id":27044650,"name":"Survivor","trackName":"Survivor","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Fiesta 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(Scopin')\n[01:56.14] Wipe a nigga's nose, I say slatt\n[01:58.16] This for Dump, spend every dime that I got to bring him back\n[02:01.22] Ran up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that's a fact\n[02:04.72] (I ain't lying)\n[02:05.43] I told D to do his time then come back grinding with some\n[02:07.81] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:10.17] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:13.52] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:16.73] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:20.03] He fell out of love, now he can never trust\n[02:23.08] They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up\n[02:26.45] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:29.69] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:32.84] Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars\n[02:35.89] Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence\n[02:39.07] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:42.48] He came back like a survivor, yeah\n[02:45.58] He fell out of love, now he 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