{"id":160324,"created_at":"2020-08-04 22:13:21","updated_at":"2021-04-18 06:41:48","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2020-08-04 22:13:21","original_id":null,"artist_id":81331,"title":"Life_Of_A_G","slug":"life-of-a-g","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"At 2AM they walk around with glucks stopped by cops(TA-TA) thats the sound of a tool a sound a gun he grow up like that, he grow up with that he is a son of a gun he do it like Ice cool f**ck the Police he won't run in the streets he grow up tough maneuver drugs nobody did sh**t he f**cked up thugs got em goons in the back doing harmony, count the weed bag it up in the streets, the streets was deeper (but) the gang they speed up (and) they moved it quicker (so) the snitch won't fed up (yhee) the cops don't do much (ok)..... Good die young are you feeling me niggaz the bad won't die, just killing good niggaz let's stand tough put stop too these niggaz (ok) back too the nigga who was in and out of jail 2 weeks in the streets selling that thing ( drugs nigga) he got mind of a hustler(what) mind of a buster mind of an outlaw (ok) in and out, court he called that his home ekasi he called that his court he was judged by em people till the day they killed him ekasi where everyone is a victim innocent convicted do your time you inmate..... we got no vision we smoke the louds we talk inside till we hit the guilty conscience we suicidal we hide that inside us niggaz they bias b**chs they gold diggers they undermine us ..... I guess we never cry the louds we cry inside us","download_count":44,"play_count":3,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-18","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5f2\/9b5\/fc5\/thumb_483484_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}