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J. Cole
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Bada-ba, bada-ba Off-Season Let's work, hey Plottin' my escape, this game rot 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 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 ain't dumbin' Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping 12 comin', we ain't seen nothin' Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' no more Nah, what for? Hungry for more If you solo these vocals listen closely you can hear grumbling Multi and I'm still munchin' Big bag, never fear fumblin' Want smoke? Nigga don't choke I'm 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 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 rot 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 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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