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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 nothing

'cept a f***ing triple beam jumping

Good dope leave a fiend krumping

Made it out

It gotta mean something

Either you gon' hustle

Or that nigga Uncle Sam

Got yo' ass re-enlisting

2-6 murder scene pumping

Better leave it tucked

If you ain't dumping

Pow pow nigga he slumping

Twelve comin' 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

Multi' and I'm still munching

Big bag never fear fumbling

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 the 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 nothing

'cept a f***ing triple beam 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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