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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 writin' a niggas 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 Gardens sittin' at court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard I think it says real nigga never seen nothin' Except a f*cking triple bean jumpin' Good dope leave a fiend crumpin' Made it out, it gotta mean somethin Either you gon' hustle hard A nigga uncle Sam got your ass re-enlisting Two-six, murder scene pumpin' Better leave it tuck, 'cause he ain't dumbin' Pow, pow, nigga, he slumpy 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 If you listen closely you can hear crumblin' Mo-tie and I'm still munchin' Big bag, never fear fumblin' Want smoke? Nigga don't choke I'm a whole f*ckin' nicotine company Dreamville the only, 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, bitch, we told you 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 And f*ck what they mob deep with the poles I punch the time sheet, no more And now my assigned seat is a [?] Plottin' my escape, this game writin' a niggas 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 Gardens sittin' half court Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard [?] nigga never seen nothin' Except a f*cking triple bean jumpin' Good dope leave a fiend crumpin' 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
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