My Nigga Just Made Bail Songtext
von Bas feat. J. Cole

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
Damn it, 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 off handed, 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
My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail
My nigga just made bail

Listen when you get a blessing 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, won′t you
Free your mind and everything′ll follow, won't you
Free your mind and everything′ll follow won't you
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 fucking mayor he got hate mail
Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare
Please, all these niggas don't care

Prepare for the new shit, that Cole is the truth shit
Nigga this is Lu 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 trying get fit say she too thick
Ain′t no such thing as too thick, what you wanna be a toothpick?
What you wanna 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 D.R
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

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