Tom: B
Introdução:
Bm G7M Em7
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba
Bm G7M
Da-da, off-Season
Em7
Let's work, hey
Bm
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
G7M
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Em7
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
Bm
I was doin' eighty on the interstate tryna make it back before my class started
G7M
Country nigga never seen a passport
Em7
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Bm
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court, watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
G7M
'Ville nigga never seen nothing
Em7
'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Bm
Good dope leave a fiend krumping, made it out, it gotta mean something
G7M
Either you gon' hustle or that nigga
Em7
Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting
Bm
2-6, murder scene pumping, better leave it tucked if you ain't dumping
G7M
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
Em7
Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing
Bm
Time change, niggas ain't rumbling no more, nah, what for? Hungry for more
G7M Em7
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling
Bm
Multi' and I'm still munching, big bag, never fear fumbling
G7M
Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
Em7
I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company
Bm
Dreamville the Army, not a Navy, how could you ever try to play me?
G7M Em7
Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
Bm
I never fall out with the bro, hate when your family turn into foe
G7M
We had a penthouse on the road
Em7
Interior decorated with the hoes
Bm
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose, my niggas like "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe"
G7M
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Em7
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Bm
Out of the concrete was a rose and winters was cold
G7M
Had to go over and stand by the stove
Em7
We from the Southeast, niggas know
Bm
This where the opps creep real slow won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
G7M
I punch the time sheet, not no more
Em7
And now my assigned seat is the throne
Bm
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
G7M
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Em7
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
Bm
I was doin' eighty on the interstate tryna make it back before my class started
G7M
Country nigga never seen a passport
Em7
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Bm
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court, watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
G7M
'Ville nigga never seen nothing
Em7
'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Bm
Good dope leave a fiend krumping, made it out, it gotta mean something
G7M
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Em7
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Outro
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Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah