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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