Amari Lyrics – J. Cole
Amari Lyrics
Badaba badaba, Badaba da, Off season, Let’s work.
Hey .
Plotting my escape this game, Ride a nigga’s faith, Got a couple m’s hiding in the safe, Imagination turned a honda into wraith, I was doing 80 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 sitting half court, Watching jr. catch it off the backboard.
‘Ville nigga never seen nothing, ‘Cept a f**king triple bean jumping, Good dope leave a friend krumping, Made it out it gotta mean something.
Either you gon hustle hard or nigga, Uncle sam got you ass reenlisting, 26 murder scene pumping, Better leave it tucked if yeh, Ain’t dumping, Pow pow nigga he clumpy, Twelve coming we ain’t seen nothing, Time change niggas ain’t rumbling 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 f**king nicotine company.
Dream ville 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 dimepiece like we homeless, Then we gone 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.
Plotting my escape this game, Ride a nigga’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 nigga never seen a passport.
Til 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 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.
Badaba badaba badaba ah.
Amari Song Info:
| Song: | Amari |
| Singer(s): | J. Cole |
| Lyricist(s): | J. Cole |
| Cast: | J. Cole |
| Label(©): | J. Cole |