I Never Fall Out With The Bro Lyrics

Song Details:- Presenting you “I Never Fall Out With The Bro Lyrics” written by J. Cole. The name of this song is a m a r i sung by J. Cole.

I Never Fall Out With The Bro Lyrics

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

Plottin’ my escape, this game ride a ni^^a’s faith
Got a couple M’s hidin’ in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin’ eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country ni^^a never seen a passport
‘Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I’m at the Garden sittin’ half court
Watchin’ Jr. catch it off the backboard
‘Ville nigga never seen nothing
‘Cept a fu^king triple bean jumping
Good dope leave a fiend krumping
Made it out, it gotta mean something

Either you gon’ hustle hard or, ni^^a, Uncle Sam got yo’ a^s re-enlisting
2-6, murder scene pumping
Better leave it tucked if ye’ ain’t dumping
Pow, pow, ni^^a, he slumpy
Twelve comin’, we ain’t seen nothing
Time change, ni^^as ain’t rumblin’ no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling
Bow tie and I’m still munching
Big bag, never fear fumbling
Want smoke? ni^^a don’t choke
I’m a whole fu^kin’ nicotine company
Dreamville the Army, 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 hoes
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
My ni^^as 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, ni^^as 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

Plottin’ my escape, this game ride a ni^^as faith
Got a couple M’s hidin’ in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin’ eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country ni^^a never seen a passport
‘Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I’m at the Garden sittin’ half court
Watchin’ Jr. catch it off the backboard
‘Ville ni^^a never seen nothing
‘Cept a fu^king triple bean jumping
Good dope leave a fiend krumping
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something

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

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