Album Name

The Off-Season

Artist

J. Cole

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.05.14

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

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Off-Season
Let's work hey
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
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
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
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