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

'Bout 12 bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases All your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous Got a mink doormat that say, "Nigga, we made it" Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist They put your name and faces when you goin' in places The black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit Guess that's why I buy, won't invest or capitalize But expectin' to die rich, just a rich nigga mindset That's why I'm packin' up my shit, like I'm back at the mom's crib Like I'm back on my grind like, it's a nine-to-five shift 'Cause nothin' was handed to me, uh, go in and hand it to me Like I'm Puffy in '96, (gimme the loot, gimme the loot!) Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me I'm postponin' a family, work hard so they know what I stand for Just have 'em to Grammy me? Damn, have 'em Grammy me? Damn, just don't wanna be famous 'Bout 12 bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous When that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded You don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T? Know who could smoke, no niggas please, no liquor please A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you niggas sick of me What would she do to get to me? Get off the tip of the dick of me, please Another victory, be flawless like the skin on me, please Don't compare him and me, you offendin' me This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies They concerned with breakin' hits, I'm more concerned with makin' history Loudest nigga in the room the weakest Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers This ain't a modest way of livin', I ain't hungry Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly Cash rules everything around me, get the money funny How they got 2020 vision but don't see a nigga vision 'til 2020? Fuck Wow (uh) 'Bout 12 bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous When that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded You don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous Woo, this some bullshit Yeah Three, three Three, two, one, cut

Normally I'm quick to switch up my playlist In my mind, I'll pack my bag and don't say shit I've got what it takes to say this I got all the plays and I played it out like this I, I, I wanted to save this I, I, I want us to make it I'll trade it all for you, oh But it just hurts so much when it ain't working out 'Cause I don't want nobody, nobody else but you And I used to be on my replacing shit (I would) switch (switch) a nigga out so damn quick (quick) If he ain't getting with my shit (my shit) But it just ain't like that with you, oh, oh I even had tried that shit with you, boy Thought I was done, had to try something new, boy I don't know what I'll do, oh, I I, I was tired of wasting time You were never gonna change your mind Tired of hearing all your lies But I wanna leave you lonely So I come crawling back Hoping it won't be like that Hoping that you'll make a change So that I can stay Hurts so much when it ain't working out (working out) 'Cause I don't want nobody, nobody else but you And I used to be on my replacing shit I'd switch a nigga out so damn quick (quick) If he ain't getting with my shit (my shit) But it just ain't like that with you, uh-uh

Hello, what's up, I'm in the studio. No, hell no, no, no I don't got nothing, I'm a call you back, I'm a call you back man, I'm a call you back when I leave the studio She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time She a scorpio Oh, she like that devil though Oh, but I can't let her go She used to be my homie though Now act like she don't know me though And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her I'm doing shows but I'm still calling and still texting her She fuck with me cause I stay real, no I don't flex to her In states with different hoes but she couldn't tell when I laid next to her But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her A lil down bitch, he think she a rider But she think he a provider He [?] the designer Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup Let her have the keys if you drive something She don't let him fuck if he ain't buy her nothing I'm MOB and I let God be my witness Feds she told everything, don't let 'em know your business These bitches She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time Say she ain't never going back to not having shit She say she ain't gave a nigga her heart who ain't damage it She say she can't stand niggas, she say we so scandalous She say she can't fall in love, her heart like a mannequin This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about She just want a new car, she want a new bag She don't fuck with last season, she want that new swag She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash Dex put her on Balmain and even buy his ass a du-rag When that paper dried, that's when she moved back These bitches ain't shit dog, I already knew that She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes She just want control in your mind, in your soul In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes That's a double wrong, what you focused on? She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time