Artist: Bas f/ J. Cole Album: Last Winter Song: My Nigga Just Made Bail Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Bas] My nigga just made bail, my nigga just made bail [Bas] 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 off handed, gotta keep good time [Chorus: J. Cole] + (Bas) Free your mind and everything'll follow Won't you, free your mind and everything'll follow Won't you, won't you, won't you (My nigga just made bail, my nigga just made bail) Won't you, won't you, won't you, a-hey (My nigga just made bail, my nigga just made bail) [Bas] 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 breathin' Any y'all saw came any y'all part Gotta race cars, penny my thoughts Nah this shit premium - Bas [Chorus] [Interlude: J. Cole] 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 [J. 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, 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 Meanin' this some true shit, tellin' 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 tryin 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 of 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 buyin' there Save that shit for the DR I rock crowns and these niggas rock tiaras or tiaras, 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 [Outro] + (J. Cole) "Man I swear to God, Cole World We doin' it out here, in the UK fool!" (La da do, you know you gotta) "Y'all ain't ready, I got Bas the Genius over there I got DJ Dummy downstairs I swear to God we doin' this shit We gon' take on the world~!" (Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you, won't you)