a m a r i

Lyrics

Bada-ba, bada-ba
 Bada-ba, da-da
 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' 80 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 bean jumping
 Good dope leave a fiend krumping
 Made it out, it gotta mean something
 Either you gon' hustle hard or that nigga Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting
 2-6, murder scene pumping
 Better leave it tucked if y'ain't dumping
 Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
 12 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
 Multi' 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 windows 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
 And now my assigned seat is a throne
 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' 80 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 bean 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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Song Details

Duration
02:28
Key
4
Tempo
66 BPM

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