Amari is a song by an African-American rapper J. Cole from his sixth studio album titled The Off-Season. Read lyrics below!

a.m.a.r.i Lyrics by J. Cole

Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, da-da
Off-Season
Let’s work, hey

Plottin’ my escape, this game ridin’ nigga’s faith
Got a couple M’s hidin’ in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin’ 80 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 Gardens sittin’ half court
Watchin’ Jr. catch it off the backboard
‘Ville nigga never seen nothin’
‘Cept a fucking triple bean jumpin’
Good nigga leave a fiend crumpin’
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin’

Either you gon’ hustle hard
A nigga Uncle Sam got your ass re-enlisting
Two-six, murder scene pumpin’
Better leave it tucked, ’cause y’ain’t dumpin’
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumpy
12 comin’, we ain’t seen nothin’
Time change, nigga ain’t rumblin’ no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumblin’
Bow-tie and I’m still munchin’
Big bag, never fear fumblin’
Want smoke? nigga don’t choke
I’m a whole nico-nicotine company
Dreamville the only, 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 h-
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, n- 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

Plotting my escape, this game riding nigga’s faith
Got a couple M’s hiding in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doing 80 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 Gardens sittin’ half court
Watchin’ Jr. catch it off the backboard
Ville nigga never seen nothin’
‘Cept a fucking triple bean jumpin’
Good nigga leave a fiend crumpin’
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin’
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin’
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin’

Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah

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