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

[Verse 1: Bas]
My n***a 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

[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***a just made bail (won't you)
My n***a just made bail (won't you)
My n***a just made bail (won't you)
My n***a 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***as 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

[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***a just made bail
My n***a just made bail
My n***a just made bail
My n***a 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***a 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***a just made bail
Tell the fuckin mayor, he got hate mail
Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare
Please—aww, these n***as don't care
Prepare for the new shit, that Cole is the truth shit
N***a, this is Lute shit, n***a this is Bas shit
Meaning, this some true shit, telling you shit
Bout the crew, how we do shit, who sick?
And, tell my n***as 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 D.R
I rock crowns and these n***as 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
[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 shit
We gon' take on the world

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