Amari

Album: The Off-Season (2021)
Charted: 16 5
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  • Bada-ba, bada-ba
    Bada-ba, da-da
    Off-Season
    Let's work, hey

    Plottin' my escape, this game ride 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 bean 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 slumpy
    Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing
    Time change, niggas 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? 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 ride 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 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

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Comments: 2

  • JcoleJcole is the goat
  • F Jr from Cameroon"Amari" is a monster track ' roses bumped out of concrete? Bro thats prolific
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