a m a r i lyrics

[Chorus]

Plottin' my escape, this game ride 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 nothing

'Cept a fucking triple bean jumping

Good dope leave a fiend krumping

Made it out, it gotta mean something

[Verse]

Either you gon' hustle hard or, nigga, Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting

2-6, murder scene pumping

Better leave it tucked if ye' ain't dumping

Pow, pow, nigga, he slumpy

Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing

Time change, niggas ain't rumblin' 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 fuckin' 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, minee, 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, 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

[Chorus]

Plottin' my escape, this game ride 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 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

[Outro]

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