My n*gga Just Made Bail lyrics

[Intro: Bas]
My n*gga just made bail
My n*gga just made bail

[Verse 1: Bas]
My n*gga just made bail
I just came up on some grey 12's
Great health, cheers to that
Do this sh*t for Queens got my ears to that
They hate us but, not more they hate theyselves
I guess that they gotta motivate theyselves
We can never correlate, you will never see my plane
Right in front of you but your vision is so plain
I see it more vivid, seen it all, did it
Round these fake f*cks still keep it authentic, granted
Give or take f*cks, how your measures rate us
Damnit, you'll never understand it
And even though I'm so lit
I've seen the cards handed and I replayed mine
Hell yeah, I'm on tilt
But I'm never offhanded, gotta keep good time

[Pre-Hook: J. Cole]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you
[Hook: Bas & J. Cole]
My n*gga just made bail (won't you)
My n*gga just made bail (won't you)
My n*gga just made bail (won't you)
My n*gga just made bail

[Verse 2: Bas]
Listen when you get a blessin you don't ask why
You just pass forward, and fast forward
All my n*ggas from the hood got a passport
And them girls already know we ain't ask for it
Said she from the hood but her ass foreign
Drive a Malibu but her gas foreign
Her aspirations I can't relate with
But I'm like a ghost cause my ass tourin'
Burn holes in all my clothes
But I got merch and this cash for it
Glass floors and no ceilings
How I wish we could both feel it
For all the ones gone cause I miss your breathing
Any y'all saw came any y'all part
Gotta race cars
Penny my thoughts, nah this sh*t premium
Bas

[Pre-Hook: J. Cole]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you
[Hook: Bas]
My n*gga just made bail
My n*gga just made bail
My n*gga just made bail
My n*gga just made bail

[Bridge: J. Cole]
And everything'll follow, got to
Free your mind and everything'll follow, gotta
Free your mind and everything'll follow, gotta
Free your mind and everything'll ... Cole

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
My n*gga just made bail
Tell the good Lord, we gon raise hell
We gon' pop off, like a fake nail
Take the top off and get ill, get ill, get—
My n*gga just made bail
Tell the f*ckin mayor, he got hate mail
Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare
Please—aww, these n*ggas don't care
Prepare for the new sh*t, that Cole is the truth sh*t
n*gga, this is Lute sh*t, n*gga this is Bas sh*t
Meaning, this some true sh*t, telling you sh*t
Bout the crew, how we do sh*t, who sick?
And, tell my n*ggas in the two-six in the coupe
I'ma kick back, smoke a pool stick
This for my new chick tryba get fit say she too thick
Ain't no such thing as "too thick"—what you wan' be a toothpick?
What, you wan' get your cooch' licked?
Well I'm tryna get my flute played
If we the new slaves
I am Frederick Douglass of rhetoric ahead the the others
You motherf*ckas better get free
This for that insecure girl, your name I won't mention
On Instagram, straight flickin'
b*tch, you a nipple slip away from strippin'
Might as well, get your clientele up, you a pioneer
Them girls f*ck for free, I'm never buying there
Save that sh*t for the D.R
I rock crowns and these n*ggas rock tiaras or tiaras
'Cause I'm Pete Carroll, left college and I f*cked the pros up
Guess it ain't luck when the luck just shows up
Like every verse on the spot, sh*t is never rehearsed
You heard it first, Bas
[Interlude: Ibrahim]
My I swear to God, Cole world
We doin' it out here, in the UK fool!
Y'all ain't ready, I got Bas the Genius over there
I got DJ Dummy downstairs
I swear to God we doing this sh*t
We gon' take on the world

[Outro: J. Cole]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you, won't you