Amari chords by J. Cole

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

Verse 1:
                               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