[Intro]
Bm Gmaj7 Esus2
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba
Bm Gmaj7
Da-da, off-Season
Esus2
Let's work, hey
[Chorus]
Bm
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
Gmaj7
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Esus2
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
Bm
I was doin' eighty on the interstate tryna make it back before my class started
Gmaj7
Country nigga never seen a passport
Esus2
'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
Gmaj7
'Ville nigga never seen nothing
Esus2
'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Bm
Good dope leave a fiend krumping, made it out, it gotta mean something
[Verse]
Gmaj7
Either you gon' hustle or that nigga
Esus2
Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting
Bm
2-6, murder scene pumping, better leave it tucked if you ain't dumping
Gmaj7
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
Esus2
Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing
Bm
Time change, niggas ain't rumbling no more, nah, what for? Hungry for more
Gmaj7 Esus2
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling
Bm
Multi' and I'm still munching, big bag, never fear fumbling
Gmaj7
Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
Esus2
I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company
Bm
Dreamville the Army, not a Navy, how could you ever try to play me?
Gmaj7 Esus2
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
Gmaj7
We had a penthouse on the road
Esus2
Interior decorated with the hoes
Bm
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose, my niggas like "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe"
Gmaj7
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Esus2
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Bm
Out of the concrete was a rose and winters was cold
Gmaj7
Had to go over and stand by the stove
Esus2
We from the Southeast, niggas know
Bm
This where the opps creep real slow won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
Gmaj7
I punch the time sheet, not no more
Esus2
And now my assigned seat is the throne
[Chorus]
Bm
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
Gmaj7
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Esus2
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
Bm
I was doin' eighty on the interstate tryna make it back before my class started
Gmaj7
Country nigga never seen a passport
Esus2
'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
Gmaj7
'Ville nigga never seen nothing
Esus2
'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Bm
Good dope leave a fiend krumping, made it out, it gotta mean something
Gmaj7
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Esus2
Made it out, it gotta mean something
[Outro]
Bm Gmaj7 Esus2 Bm Gmaj7 Esus2
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
