Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song a m a r i, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 |
| Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah |