a m a r i
J. Cole
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Bada-ba, bada-ba Bada-ba, ah-ah Off-season Let's work, hey Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Either you gon' hustle hard, or nigga, Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting 2-6, murder scene pumping Better leave it tucked if ye' ain't dumping Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing Time change, niggas ain't rumbling no more Nah, what for? Hungry for more If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling Bow tie and I'm still munching Big bag, never fear fumbling Want smoke? Nigga don't choke I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company Dreamville the Army, not a Navy How could you ever try to play me? Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook, rock-a-baby I never fall out with the bro Hate when your family turn into foe We had a penthouse on the road Interior decorated with the hoes Just like a multiple-choice getting chose My niggas like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe" Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed Out of the concrete was a rose and winters was cold Had to go over and stand by the stove We from the Southeast, niggas know This where the opps creep real slow Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles I punch the time sheet, not no more 'Cause now my assigned seat is a throne, right Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith I was doin' eighty on the interstate Tryna make it back before my class started Country nigga never seen a passport 'Til I popped off and got a bag for it Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard 'Ville nigga never seen nothing 'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping Good dope leave a fiend krumping Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Made it out, it gotta mean something Bada-ba, bada-ba Bada-ba, ah-ah
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Written by: . Sucuki, Jermaine Lamarr Cole, Timothy Z. Mosley, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
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