Bas, J. Cole - My Nigga Just Made Bail lyrics

My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail

My nigga just made bail
I just came up on some grey 12's
Great health, cheers to that
Do this shit 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 fucks still
Keep it authentic, granted
Give or take fucks, 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
Free your mind and everything'll follow
Won't you
Free your mind and everything'll follow
Won't you

My nigga just made bail (won't you)
My nigga just made bail (won't you)
My nigga just made bail (won't you)
My nigga just made bail

Listen when you get a blessin
You don't ask why
You just pass forward, and fast forward
All my niggas 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 shit premium bas
Free your mind and everything'll follow
Won't you
Free your mind and everything'll follow
Won't you

My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail

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

My nigga 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 nigga just made bail
Tell the fuckin mayor, he got hate mail
Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare
Please aww, these niggas don't care
Prepare for the new shit
That Cole is the truth shit
Nigga, this is Lute shit
Nigga this is Bas shit
Meaning, this some true shit
Telling you shit
Bout the crew, how we do shit, who sick?
And, tell my niggas 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 motherfuckas better get free
This for that insecure girl
Your name I won't mention
On Instagram, straight flickin'
Bitch, you a nipple slip away from strippin'
Might as well, get your clientele up
You a pioneer them girls fuck for free
I'm never buying there
Save that shit for the DR
I rock crowns and these niggas
Rock tiaras or tiaras
'Cause, I'm Pete Carroll
Left college and I fucked the pros up
Guess it ain't luck when the
Luck just shows up
Like every verse on the spot
Shit is never rehearsed
You heard it first, Bas

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 shit
We gon' take on the world

Free your mind and everything'll
Follow, won't you, won't you