Amari Lyrics by J. Cole
Off-Season
Let’s work, hey
Plotting my escape, this game rot a n****’s faith
Got a couple M’s hiding in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doing eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n**** never seen a passport
Till I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I’m at the Garden sitting half court
Watching Jr. catch it off the backboard
‘Ville n**** never seen nothing
‘Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Good dope leave a fiend krumping
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Either you gon’ hustle hard or that n****, Uncle Sam, got your ass re-enlisting
2-6, murder scene pumping
Better leave it tucked if you ain’t dumping
Pow, pow, n****, he slumping
Twelve coming, we ain’t seen nothing
Time change, n****’s 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? N**** don’t choke
I’m a whole fucking 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***** 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 windows was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, n***** 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 the throne
Plotting my escape, this game rot a n****’s faith
Got a couple M’s hiding in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doing eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n**** never seen a passport
Till I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I’m at the Garden sitting half court
Watching Jr. catch it off the backboard
‘Ville n**** 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