Amari

Intro 
Bm             Gmaj7    Em7 
 Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba 
   Bm            Gmaj7 
Da-da, off-Season 
Em7 
 Let's work, hey 
  
 
Bm 
 Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith 
             Gmaj7 
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 
                           Gmaj7 
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 
                        Gmaj7 
'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 
  
  
 
                               Gmaj7 
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 
                     Gmaj7 
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 
            Gmaj7                                       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 
                        Gmaj7 
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? 
                                    Gmaj7                          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 
         Gmaj7 
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" 
           Gmaj7 
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 
          Gmaj7 
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 
            Gmaj7 
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 
             Gmaj7 
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 
                           Gmaj7 
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 
                        Gmaj7 
'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 
                           Gmaj7 
Made it out, it gotta mean something 
                           Em7 
Made it out, it gotta mean something 
  
  
Outro 
Bm             Gmaj7    Em7     Bm  Gmaj7  Em7 
 Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah