Bas – Pinball II Lyrics ft Correy C



Pinball II Lyrics by Bas ft. Correy C

I hope you figure it out

[Verse 1 – Bas]
Shine black man melanin gold
I hope you never get old
Keep your youthful spirit
I know the world do fear it
You’re the tip of the spear
And with our dying breaths I bet the world gon’ hear it, look
I been saving money for my taxes
Bassy keep on jumping through these brackets
I got 20 b—–s coming back to the crib
I make sure my n—-s’ got some racks, what you need
They gon’ shoot through n—-s’ like it’s practice
I just make the money run some laps
Every times I pass go see the cash grow
We don’t even act cordial we a——s
B—–s in my lasso, is that so?
That’s word to my last hoe, I’m that cold
Running through the town a black soul
My past froze twenty-nine times over
Look I have seen more than my time
Lived 9 lives for about twenty cats over I told ya
Everything you’ve done I done, overdid, I’m over it
N—a Dreamville the whole coast how we shouldered it?
Them boys stale like toast when it’s overdid
I hope they quit for real
But if they don’t I got a million joints

I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I’m outta here
A lot of em’ sound like they in a talent show
So I give ’em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Keeping both eyes open wide rain man
Crew high on that f–k your life drank man
We slide in the bucket like paint
Never gave a f–k, f–k what you might think
Ran up in the club ’till they sent the lights in
Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim
Five more minutes see me a nice slim
Thick b—h with the you me and my grin
Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends
See where the night end with the right guy
Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen
Creep like the lightning in the night sky
Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to back in
Black SUV’s, black tints would you look at that?
I’m booby trapped in your fluid black skin
No groupie action, your bougie accent
You’re truly classic, girl we outta here

[Bridge – Bas]
Bas, it’s Bassy
Queens n—a with the Fiends n—a
Got the bean waiting in the pocket ooh

[Verse 2 – Bas]
I asked P, what’s popping?
He said we are n—a, trips to DR n—a
Got the borough jumping like it’s J.R. Smith
Know a couple n—-s’ let the A-R spit
Got no interest what you say y’all did
Only where y’all live
Smoking blunts ’cause that’s the way I live
And where I live?
N—-s dying front of their shorty, wives
And their brother’s ride on the other side
Every death is like a 100 lives
Flatlined from the black nine
I could feel the pressure multiplying
Make you feel like ain’t no hope in trying
But we always trying
All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out
‘Cause they don’t want you to see but watch out
N—a watch out

[Outro – Corry C + sample]
See I want you to see
I’ve been through so many things
Things ain’t always what they seem
Hope you get the message
I hope you figure it out
Now I’m right where I belong
Had to let it go
All the pain I was holding on
Now I get the message
I had to figure it out

You got to feel the music, do you understand?
It takes you higher and higher

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