J. Cole – a m a r i

J. Cole – a m a r i Lyrics

Artist: J. Cole
Song: a m a r i

Bada-ba, bada-ba
Bada-ba, da-da
Off-Season
Let’s work, hey

Plottin’ my escape, this game ride a n#gg#’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 n#gg# 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 n#gg# never seen nothing
‘Cept a f#cking triple bean jumping
Good dope leave a fiend krumping

Made it out, it gotta mean something
Either you gon’ hustle hard or, n#gg#, Uncle Sam got yo’ #ss re-enlisting
2-6, murder scene pumping
Better leave it tucked if ye’ ain’t dumping

Pow, pow, n#gg#, he slumpy
Twelve comin’, we ain’t seen nothing
Time change, n#gg#s ain’t rumblin’ 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? n#gg# don’t choke

I’m a whole f#ckin’ 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 n#gg#s 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, n#gg#s 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 ride a n#gg#’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 n#gg# 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 n#gg# never seen nothing
‘Cept a f#cking 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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J. Cole Lyrics – a m a r i

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From the album:
The Off-Season [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021