- J. Cole a m a r i 歌詞
- J. Cole
- Bada-ba, bada-ba
Off-Season
Lets work, hey
Plottin my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
Got a couple Ms 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 Im at the Garden sittin half court
Watchin Jr. catch it off the backboard
Ville nigga never seen nothin
Except a f***ing triple bean jumpin
Good dope leave a fiend krumpin
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin
Either you gon hustle
Or that nigga Uncle Sam got your ass re-enlisting
Two-six, murder scene pumpin
Better leave it tucked, if you aint dumbin
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
12 comin, we aint seen nothin
Time change, niggas aint rumblin no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals
listen closely you can hear grumbling
Multi and Im still munchin
Big bag, never fear fumblin
Want smoke? Nigga dont choke
Im a whole f***in 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, miney, 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
Wont 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 Ms 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 Im at the Garden sittin half court
Watchin Jr. catch it off the backboard
Ville nigga never seen nothin
Except a f***ing triple bean jumpin
Good dope leave a fiend krumpin
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba
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