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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Vocals
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Harrys Likongo
Songwriter
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GP808
Producer
Hottrak
Producer
Ron Gilmore
Producer
Kaleb Rollins
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My **** just made bail
My **** just made bail
[Verse 2]
My **** just made bail
I just came up, on some gray twelves
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
[Verse 3]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you?
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you?
[Verse 4]
My **** just made bail (Won't you?)
My **** just made bail (Won't you?)
My **** just made bail (Won't you? Won't you?)
My **** just made bail
[Verse 5]
Listen, when you get a blessin', you don't ask why
You just pass forward and fast forward
All my **** 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 ceilin's
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, now this shit premium
Bas
[Verse 6]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you?
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you?
[Verse 7]
My **** just made bail (Won't you?)
My **** just made bail (Won't you?)
My **** just made bail (Won't you? Won't you?)
My **** just made bail
[Verse 8]
And everything'll follow, got to
Free your mind and everything'll follow, got to
Free your mind and everything'll follow, got to
Free your mind and everything gon', Cole
[Verse 9]
My **** 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 **** just made bail
Tell the fuckin' mayor he got hate mail
Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare please
All these **** don't care
Prepare for the new shit, that Cole is the truth shit
****, this is Lu shit, ****, this is Bas shit
Meanin' this some true shit
Tellin' you shit 'bout the crew
How we do shit, who sick?
And tell my **** in the two six, in the coupe
I'm in Kickbacks with a pool stick
So my new chick tryin' get fit, said she too thick
Ain't no such thing as too thick
What you wanna be? A toothpick?
What you want? Get your cooch licked?
Well, I'm tryin' get my flute played
If we the new slaves
I am Frederick Douglass of rhetoric, ahead of the others
You motherfuckers 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 never buyin' there
Save that shit for the D.R.
I rock crowns and these **** 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 heart it first, Bas
[Verse 10]
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 doin' this shit
We gon' take on the world
[Verse 11]
Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you?
Won't you?
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Harrys Likongo Yala Asebaluka, J. Cole, Ron Gilmore